distant hopes

as the moon is on duty, she stood by it, with a warm mug of tea, under a cold night breeze kissing her cheeks, earthly smell under the stars sounds completed. she asks the moon how come it not bring the sun. she queried the moon, why stars chose her side what of sun? isn't the sun they should be grateful of? how come his fear is divine. under the starry nights, same mug other day, she mentioned her agony. they convey love is immense, I doubt mine, only for them to bleed. the moon replied, sun asked her to listen this soul for his divinity cost nothing when he's with her. my love is overpoured once it's off to boundaries, for how mercilessly they would crush it in seconds marked by centuries. your love, my child, is purely weapon, it's you who chose it to sell or keep. my love you are what they say is greatest, firm as sun bounded to cease emotions, once it's night you're the moon for the grieving souls, replicate stars with your existence.

I m hungry, I want to eat something, I want to wash my chores, I want to continue the coming week get together. I came back to earth after my fatal life battle.

Tm apna user name zinda lassh rakh lo

beshak iss lafz ko hi dhund rhi thi mein

"we never painted the numbers babe but where is her count ? "

Kabhi wou roshan aankhein

kabhi unn chashmo me khoon ki bahaar

badi ajeeb h ye zindagi,

kabhi logo k jaane se gum

Aur logo k rehte hue ghutan,

kabhi jhoot ko na sehna

kabhi sach ko na sun pana

kabhi mazboot bndhe rehna

Kabhi alfaaz se bikhar jana

Kabhi uss dil me bikhre phool

Kabhi unn phoolon k neeche kabrein

the entire point of life is to be selfish, lonely and breath with music.

"talking to the moon" <<< "chaand mein aur kuch alfaaz"

life introducing shit more than body

the urge for countless chai ke sip

reward me for the immortality of my "love"

let's drink a packet of salt rather

trying to get my life together or die in a gas explosion whichever don't care

a month of the year where poets visits dead poets

a time of the year when the graveyard of our body awakens hopeless romanticism.

she's a ten but ultimately she's in alternate universe sipping warm cup of tea reading poetries to match her soul while the breeze within the wintry rain kiss her burnt cheeks.

"you say you love rain

but you use your umbrella

you say you love the moon

but you can't leave your phone

you say you like the sun

but you look out a shadow spot

you say you like the sky

but you linger out in a fair weather

You say you love the wind

but you terminate your windows

This is why I m afraid

when you say you love me"

//by ?//

the urge to find painless memory loss ways

In a world obsessed with the physical beauty, remember it's the purity of the soul that matters. People with such souls are more elegant and beautiful than those adorned with the finest designer wear and jewellery. Cherish such people cuz they're the true expression of beauty.