SHADES OF YOU🖤

I've been seeing you in layers

The layers of your behavior

Confused, obscured, and stumped by the dubiety of which one I should love?

Should it be the one that turned my blues into red 

The one which made me believe that I could love again?

Or should it be the one where I realize that some people will come late but will thrive on your fate?

Or maybe it should be the one when I saw you are nothing like a prince from a fairytale but every moment with you felt far-fetched

Or I guess the one where you held me in your arms and I felt at home right there.

With every layer, you unfold I fall for you more,

The Shades of you that I see make me want to keep you close

Tell me which shade of you should I love?

Or maybe the right question should be- which one should I not?

Cause every shade my heart sees of yours wants me not to let you go.

Blank Pages🎲

It’s all blue when it’s not red

It’s all messed when the game isn’t fair

I narrate you a story which I see

When The blank pages in my books will tell a different tale

Colorful we see our life as, and that is where we go wrong

We forget what color they’re gonna be and we forget where they came from.

It’s all gonna be colorless at the end, as one by one the layers unfold

Wait for results till the end, or accept the things which you’ve been told.

The part of you is telling you a lie

If it’s telling you, you have no reason to survive 

We all are here for a purpose to serve. 

Then who gave you the right to decide when you can die?

Oh dear, That’s not your part to decide,

Let him Decide who created your life.

Do your duty and serve your part

Remember, faith and karma are never apart

 

Nothing is fair, nor ever it will be,

The truth is bitter but now it’s sold for money

So the sweet jam of lies will always be a part of our life

Because sometimes the Lies can be sold as truth just for someone’s smile.

Strange isn’t it that, Sometimes the most senseless thing senses the most

Because It’s all blue when it’s not red

It’s all messed when the game isn’t fair

I narrate you a story which I see

When The blank pages in my books will tell a different tale.

Maybe in some parallel universe ✨

I dreamt of a place

More like a heaven

No Trace of any cruel

So pure and surreal

It was a beauty in itself

Just like the part of me wanted from forever

What if the world of my dream exist

Maybe in some parallel universe

What if that place works just like the way I want?

What if I can lay under the sky and watch moon for as long as I want? 

What if there will be no politics and crime?

What if that world transforms everyone to a brilliant heart and mind?

What if the world gives you a chance to wash your sins?

Would you like to be the part of the world where every house will have many dogs and their kids???!

What if all these dreams can come true for real?

Maybe not in this world

But maybe in some parallel universe.

But still.. what if I say that we can make this world itself a heaven?

What if I say you can still wash yours sins by being a good human?

What if people won't fight on the silly things?

What if every animal is treated just like you treat a human life? 

Then why would anyone dream of having a parallel universe

Because everything will be beautiful in this world.

(Edited, was originally posted on September 8, 2020)

💙🦋

What's gone is gone,

What's yours will come to you,

Don't chase what's not yours,

Don't leave without for what you have come through.

The flower you see daily,

That beautiful flower

Yeah, it blooms

Then it blossoms.

But you know,

Withering is not so far

You know that the wind and storm won't stop-

For that one beautiful flower.

It will have to live with the suffering

And it will have to die when it's time.

Now consider the flowers you 

And its cycle is your life

It's not just you suffering everything,

There are other couple billion flowers

Miseries aren't going anywhere,

They are part of our lives,

Being heavy on yourself won't solve your mess,

So, for the sake of the forgotten past

And for the bet of your future

Let it go

Accept your life

Moon🖤

Flawsome yet beautiful

Looks like a defination of perfect,

Isn't it? 

That's what the moon taught me.

That every Beauty comes with flaws

No one is born flawless

Or no one can ever be flawless

There's always a loophole

in a person

to reach their demons.

There's always a darkness

inside a person

And there's always a trigger to pull.

I don't even get it,

Why do peoples even fight to be perfect

When they already are

When all they have to do is

accept their flaws

and work on them,

Because flaws can be improved but cannot be vanished.

Because there will always be a mark left of their past

Because past is something you can never escape.

(part 1)

I play with words💙

I play with words,

Not because I love to 

But I play with words 

Because they want to be played.

They just don't want me to arrange them

They want me to understand.

Understand what they are meant 

Not just the meaning of those letters arranged in the form which makes them 

But the meaning which tells what the words feel.

I usually wonder, if the words feel?

And if they do then how do they feel? 

I want to know,

For once I want to be them,

Just to understand what they really mean.

I wonder, just like humans even if they feel bad

When they are placed where they are not meant to be.

But they stay quiet,

They stay quiet because they care about the words they are arranged with.

Because what if they protest and the writer runs the ink over all of them.

What if they don't want to be Selfish.

One thing I learned,

From the words and their world,

Unlike humans they are united.

They create, they unite

toghether they form their own sunshine

They shine with their meanings

It makes me imagine such world of humans.

I wonder sometimes,

How beautiful it will be if humans unite.

Dissert, I said that "I Wonder".

Because who I am to order.

Unsolved Mystery ✨

Tell me how it works

Am I Okay or it hurts

I don't know what I feel 

Please help me or I'll burn

Some fire don't burn your skin

Sometimes they cannot be seen

But it hurts, you know that.

And it hurts really bad, but you never speak about that.

Oh! tell me me, how it works

Am I okay or it hurts.

They say, medicines will heal,

Even without knowing where actually the pain is.

I don't know how the medicines will heal

Because the cuts are deeper but cannot be seen.

And then they say, it's all in your mind.

Then Why the torment I feel is in my heart, somewhere deep? 

I don't know who is right, maybe it hurts or it's all in my mind.

Someone please help me and tell me how it works.

Am I okay or it really hurts.

I don't know what I feel.

I can't help it but I want to scream.

I'm begging for help but I know no one will come 

Because the grief I have suffered, they troll it for fun.

So, this is how this mystery will last.

And I'll never know what was that feeling all long and it will stay the unsolved mystery forever.

Traveller✨

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I asked her, how she felt

With drowning water, was she dwelled?

With everyone around, was she one of them?

Behind her glorious eyes, was she hiding any pain?

With a smiling face, did she really smiled?

With a deadly soul, why she was even alive?

I asked her once again, is she really alive or is possessed by her fears?

She smiled at me with teary eyes;

She came close to me and hugged me tight.

I questioned her twice or thrice,

Was she really fine or sorrow has drenched her life?

•~•

Well, I am not at all interested in swallowing the pain, 

I would rather choose to die than this agonizing slow death.

Hope is what has gathered my strength,

The part of me still wants her best,

Even I want my life with no stress and grief, she said.

•~•

I cleared my throat but failed to enunciate.

She thanked me politely and waved me goodbye.

I stopped her to ask who she really was?

Hearing my question "traveller" she said.

Yes, maybe she was "traveller", travelling in search of a happy life or maybe peaceful death.

Poetry♥️

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For me-

Poetry is music,

And words are the beats,

On which my heart dance like a kid.

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Poetry is Words from the soul to the soul,

Irrespective of the gender or the caste or the religion in which they grow.

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Poetry is a feeling,

Language is just a standard,

To communicate with the restless hearts,

Wandering in the search of peace.

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Poetry is a glass of wine,

With every sip, I take out the trauma from the distressed mind.

With each sip I take, it solaces my psyche.

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Poetry is all of me filled with words,

It's the expression of my heart in those pieces and verse.

It's just like the blood running through my body,

Just the difference is- it bleeds on the piece of paper irrespective of the colour of its ink.

Sydän ♥️

Was it a distraction or destruction?

Being available for everyone,

Every time you filled their scars with your love,

What did you get in return?

Happiness or loneliness when it's your turn?

How do you feel for the hope you hoped for,

How you felt when disappointment waved love,

You know, it's difficult for you to accept it,

But, what's the meaning of life when things aren't messed a bit.

Does it hurts or your mind just goes numb,

When someone you love breaks you to the core?

Do you react or you prefer silence,

What makes you feel better when they treat you like a trinket- sunshine or darkness?

What will you do, when for the next time you see them?

Will you smile, will you hug or will you just ignore them like they never subsisted?

How will you feel if you will never be able to feel them again,

Will you keep growing or you will shatter yourself?

Will you answer me to every question I ask?

Or will you ignore me like every time, assuming me "the scrap"?

I want to know, I want to know because I don't want to get betrayed again,

How much will you break me in terms of listening to the brain?

You know I'm full of emotions yet you go for the brain,

I get weaker whenever you keep doing it again and again,

Speaking - Yours lovingly "sydän"(heart).