Twlight

I'm haunted by my thoughts about you tonight
So alone, without the hands that held me secure and tight
The ocean of emptiness that dwells inside
Like each breath slipping away with the ebbing of a tide
The strain of a broken rope just won't go away
For this moonless night is here to stay
And it seeps through my inner most thought
For all I couldn't have, your love brought
All I want, I need is your footprints beside
How do I face you when my feelings I can't hide
It gnaws at me through day and by night
When each tear would wish it'd be alright
When this chasm, inanition would leave to never return
Once again our love would ignite and our passion would burn.

Life shortlived.

Our base, the pillar of strength, you held us high
But with you forever gone, our spirits die
Tears now stream down the cheeks that flushed
Incomplete as it was, through your years you rushed.

The memories you etched would always remain
For every second we face, its ourself we blame
No sorrow, no pain, can wash away this hurt
little too late, we acknowlege you for what you're worth

With you we laughed, with you we cried
We saw the concealed smile and the face that lied
When you loved, with you we lived too
We'll live for you again, with or without you.

Dedicated to Debjit.
Rest in peace.
We miss you. :(

Whiskey

Under the starry sky

Beneath the silver moon

Bound together, their spirits soaring high

Like held conjointly in an invisible cocoon

Their fingers unwind like a pitched trap

Unperturbed by rest, in other each lost

Afraid to blink, to let out of their grasp

To abide, accept, retain, to withstand at any cost

From the truth in their eyes to this kiss on their lips

The flames of love that burns every sign of misery

Through the burdened and hardship that emotions rip

Incessant promise, from the lady to her whiskey

Journey

Hear the voice that screams
The reality of shattered dreams
Looking for faith desperately
Afraid, blinded to what we see
Seek light in the void of black
Reflections break when the mirrors crack
Against you, the forces, far above
Yet we choose to live, laugh and love.

Love To The Unloved.

Love is strange, it makes you break the rules you yourself made.
Love is strange, it makes you do things you know you cant.
Love is strange, it desires possessions that were never truly yours to begin with.
Love is an irony.
Love is that shadow of the object you can never see. You can never feel, never touch.
Love is sense.
Love wants you to live your life to the fullest, yet it creates consequences that leaves you stranded among the crowd.
Love is the carnival we all watch from a distance, once you're in there is no turning back.
Love is a roller coaster, a new height every time, a deeper sink, undefined. It makes you sick, but you enjoy every bit of it.
Love makes you run away, yearns for freedom but love creates a prison around you, confined in those four walls your senses, your desires, your soul. But these iron bars cant hold my soul in. All I need is you, come please I'm calling. All I reach for you, hurry, I'm falling.
Love makes you lose your freedom, captures you in the prison where you're never alone, your prison your sanctuary where dreams come alive.
Love is every bit of hope that leaves you hopeless, every breath that makes you breathless, every care that makes you careless.
Love is the sense of belonging that makes you feel forsaken.
Love comes with two, yearns with two, begins with two, leaves you alone. Alone, as one. Unity with devoid love.
Love is sacrifice , sacrifice of yourself, your dreams, your hopes, for the dream and hope of another, for yourself.
Love is the closed door through which we watch the spirit fall. The closed window through which we watch liberty play. For freedom is never free.
Love is the only game we love to lose, the game that we can never quit though we want to.
Love you long for when its lacking, when its over, when its too little, too late.
Love is the painkiller that stings with pain.
Love has the purity of a dirty game.
Love has the youthful charm of an antique.
Love has the wisdom of touch.
Love is the gift of forgiveness, the curse of pleasure.
Love is the burning desire of an inflamed kiss.
Love is the sweet memory we edge to forget.
Love is the empty threat that destroys every hollow lie.
Love is the gift of time that slips through your fingers.
Love is the soulful promise, the dried flower preserved in the forgotten pages of an ancient book.Love is the choice of choosing right when all you're left with is wrong.
Love has those moments of cold, those flashes of light.Love is doing things we never want to do again, things that always seemed right.
Love, to you I never want to say good bye.
Love is phenomenal.
Love is miraculous.
Love is eccentric.
Love is still strange.

The colors of Moth

While I was a little girl I used to go to my aunts place in Pune for summer, we used to have a great time there, going to those beautiful hill stations, the mesmerizing beauty of the setting sun. It was mine and my sister's favorite place to hang out. After one long day of barbecue and bathing in the warm basking sun, me and my sister went to sleep in the massive room next to terrace. I kept the night lamp on so that I could read the novel I had bought along.
While I had proceeded by just four pages of the latest Nancy Drew flick, my sister shrieked, making me throw the book three feet in the air, jumping on to my feet and shouting "what the hell is wrong with you goddammit?! Cant you just let me sleep in peace?" She just kept her eyes on the ceiling, so I looked up as well just to find a moth at the corner of the ceiling. I told her to go back to bed but she refused to shut her eyes, exasperated I called to my aunt who came running into my room, I told her how silly my 5 year old sister was acting and asked her to take her away so I could continue reading, instead my aunt decided to tell us a story I wasn't likely to forget for a very long time..
She told us that once, long long time ago the world had fallen apart, the sky broke warning, the angels were upset and they were crying which fell down on earth in the form of rain. This upset all the people on earth, specially the children and seeing this the butterflies were really upset, so to cheer them all up they decided to give a little bit of their color so that they could make a rainbow and please everyone, from heaven to earth. They all gave their color but the rainbow wasn't bright enough, they needed more colors.
They went to the peacocks, kingfishers, colorful fishes, animals, anyone.. everyone but they were all too self centered, too selfish to give away their colors .. even a little bit of it so all the butterflies gave away all their colors to make the beautiful rainbow, all of them except for brown, cuz somehow brown dint seem to fit in.
The angels and people were ecstatic, but the butterflies were now left with one color, brown, we now know them as moths, the new ones though still have their colors and they too give their colors to form rainbows, to keep us happy :)
Since, my sister hasn't been afraid of moths. And in a way, neither have I.

Mine, forever..

We parted slowly... She looked into his eyes and smiled. She could see his insides clamoring with happiness. The almond deep hazel eyes had so much emotion stored in them. The eyes were screaming “I love you...!’. He smiled… He was staring deeply in her eyes and trying to convey that how much he loved her… It was a desperate attempt of him, madly trying to show her that his eyes don’t lie. She smiled mischievously. She left his arms mysteriously and ran the other way. She looked back and smiled. She was beckoning him He was shocked. Then he started running behind her. The orange brittle leaves cracked under his weight. It looked like she was gliding. He kept calling her name. But she didn’t stop. She kept looking back and smiled. Her hair was covering her face. Amidst drizzling autumn leaves, he ran between the trees looking for her. He had lost sight of her when she took a turn behind a giant tree. There was a dead drop of more than thousand feet below him. He couldn’t see her. His face was troubled. He was tensed. He shouted her name. Thrice clear times. Then he ran behind the surrounding bushes. He called for her again. Only his echo and reverberation came to him. His feet crushing the tender leaves made sharp tense noise. He shouted thrice again. Screaming his lungs, he was wildly running around and pulling at his air. The night was already set. The twilight tinkled far away. But he didn’t tire. He still kept running all around the place. The height didn’t trouble him anymore. Then he stopped near the edge to catch his breath. He was immersed in anguish. And then suddenly there was light far below him. It rose rapidly. The intensity made him shield his eyes. He wasn’t afraid. He could never be afraid. It didn’t fit with him anyway. He looked through the wedge of his fingers. He could make out a figure. A woman. But there was something that confused him. He could see a set of large angel-like wings behind her. And then suddenly he smiled. He could se her face. He shook his head in tiredness and gestured with his hands. She smiled. There was a halo glowing behind her. He thought it was his imagination that he saw wild horse-carts gliding far behind her. They were filled with her kin. He was thinking hard. His face was impassive. They stared at each other for a long time. Her kin was playing music. It sounded like a mournful song. But it was comforting. They were reaching out in some alien language. She was still held in mid her. Nothing supported her. She was wearing a plain white gown, with a black scarf tied at her waist. She was still smiling. He stood still and looked at the scene. Then she glided in a parabolic path towards him. He stood still. She touched down lightly. The leaves rustled a bit. Her wings were glowing. The color was changing from white to gold. They were six feet apart. He could see a coronet on her head. And suddenly the smog in his mind lifted and all was clear. He blushed in gratitude and spread his arms lovingly. He waited. He knew what was happening. He knew it. And he hoped what he thought was right. The carts were darting above us. Their song was clear like a diamond. The biggest cart slowed on top of them. The elderly couple in it looked down. The woman was the exact copy of the woman standing in front of him. He took it all in. The woman in the cart dropped golden leaves from her hand. And the man dropped a silvery liquid. Gravity didn’t affect their motion. They came and stood at a standstill. Suddenly she was engulfed in a sphere of the liquid. She looked up and smiled and raised her hand. The couple in the cart raised theirs too. Their wings moved gently. The woman looked sad. The man was impassive…the cart moved, took one round around them, the couple were singing something with deep meaning. A kind of a mantra. The golden leaves were glowing above the man on the ground. He was still impassive. But his heart was running wild. He was looking straight at her. And suddenly their was a burst like a lightning. The Silver Sphere lifted from her. Her wings were in them. They were still and at exactly the same position when they were with her. The sphere went to the elderly couple. They took it in. Smiled down upon them and amidst glorious music the party took off to somewhere behind the moon…
She looked at him and smiled. He smiled. His arms were still raised. And she ran and came into them. He hugged her and lifted her off the ground. He was the happiest person in the world…
He kept her gently on the ground. She looked guilty and whispered sorry. He knew exactly what she had done. Exactly what she had sacrificed. And this even made him love so much more. After all, shredding immortality and The Guardianship wasn’t so easy…
Her actions had conveyed everything. No matter what came, she would always be his…
Always be Mine…Forever…

Note : This is written by Aman Jayne, NOT me. And yes, he is much more skilled at this than myself.