Romeo

Difficult to understand the outskirts of love,how does it actually makes you feel numb.the growth of non ending pain , questions and hatered for yourself.

While driving back to past I realized how much people can go wrong.truth and it’s shades never come up in dark night lies.

How can people at time question that love cant kill you.when we define that every emotion of life has defined by a nerve,Bet being haters ,love,mercy etc.

If one of the nerve actually chokes it makes you paralize yet it does actually happen,the rage inside you makes you go numb.These emotions are all interconnected to once living heart.

Who knew all the pains we had 

Had we to switch in 

Everything we fought for is the only thing we stand for

We come a long way where we began 

When I see you again 

The love will never get lost

How can’t I die for her when everything I have got is her

All the line ,it’s been a rough life

You will see again 

When I be long gone to never switch again”

Untold

Summerize everything you have in one word he said 

I hate you with all the love I have for you she replied 

Why don’t​ you conceal the right doings of mine he said

You don’t need my heart she said

What was I here for he said 

Attention ! Sigh  she replied 

Was it all because I haven’t been good to you lately he said 

Was it intentional 

Was I not true 

Aren’t my pains enough

Don’t you hear me scream 

Don’t you hear me crying 

Don’t you see me getting lavished with storms of emptyness

Series of questions came up

Go away ,leave me alone , I hate you she replied

He was going , wasn’t he 

The boy asked 

I know didn’t I gave you a meet she said 

Deep down boy screams with trumped voice

Death was the only thing that could take us aprat 

Yet I am dying 

Looking back to her face where she could see a scar smiled and said

” I love you this time ,I won’t leave you will leave me isn’t that happening”

Sufferings are well timed people because when you know time is limited where you can’t see people going away fading away 

You see pain sorrows all around 

You see him dewlling In his existence

Questioning why isn’t he with you 

Why isn’t he needed anymore

It’s all lord made fate and destiny 

Where her leaving turned him down ,teared him apart and well she wasn’t aware 

She thought he still claims to be fake 

Was he fake this time

Had he written anything before 

Why was he writing

Because pain was growing as he was seeing time lapse going near to his dead line.

Time has always played a very important role in everyone’s life 

Totally , defined with their own ideology.But now he his gone week inside he can’t fight back his own self 

” Waqt.e naaz na kar tu ae galib

Asr ! Haqeet ki toh baat hi mat karo

Maangta hai woh rab SE maafi 

Aur reham dilli ki aap baat mat karo

Raheem Hai tera rab 

Aur aap mujhai maaf na karo 

Aysi baat na kiya karo”

Chained of questions

All About Today My 17

Questions of fallen fate ,give me subjection to define every moment by numbers

Numbers have always given me a sense of liability to answer what usually point out.

how logical is it to ask any normal person that explain your life with out using numbers , difficult and preaversive.

Anger is also sorted as a number where you lack to define what you are actually thinking

So was love ,but yet lord has his plans 

16 wasnt a lucky one. I left

17 wasn’t either. She left

Even right,no 

What if I tell you love has no boundaries to cross over and when I call to say it no boundaries

I mean it !

I have tried to set my heart ablazed 

I have tried to push my heart in deep oceans 

I have tried to throw my heart from a cliff 

But yet it saves itself.

Many people around me used to tell me about love.

Tales of being in love ,how beautiful is to call relationship pious

But ,maybe I wasn’t lucky enough

My father taught me one thing 

That love cant be buyied bullied or attracted it comes on its own but all you need to do is a push or a proof, a legit sense of question ryt !

Where to go

Where to hide 

Has this pain got more to find

Catch me if fall to death 

Drop me if I was taking her to the bed

Wasn’t my love pious this time

Wasn’t Adam and Eve blessed with fine.

Isn’t this story going true 

When I say I love you but to who ?

Maybe my heart was soft 

Just to take bow to my half.

Well it’s a start of endless pain

I don’t know what will she gain !

Early mornings

Something has changed a lot.

Mornings have gone heavy full of sadness,

It’s certainly something to worry about the fact that you have been crying lately in your whole dream or sleep time.

But the question my mind ask is how couldn’t you remember that did I slept or not.

Was my mind dead sleep and eyes wide open mourning the pain crying crystals out.

When pain over powers you, it seems time has stopped,paths differ situations arise where you can’t get out.

A LIMBO :

Endless dimension of painful truth,where pain is reality ,soul is curbed ,heart is taken and broken and mind it’s numb.

Who survived ! Question arises

No one, you do find a way out of it but the person who suffers knows the pain.

Love ,don’t force it be yours wait till it turns for you.

I had less time to show mine.

Don’t loose yours.

“Words of never sleep to never sleep”

End

You never know what truly hurts until you sit back and analyze all the things that do hurt. And what truly hurts is the one thing that makes your heart clench tighter. Makes you grunt with pain for a second. Lots of things hurt. But there’s one thing that hurts the most.

There was a small moment in which I thought I was gonna be okay, but then it all came crashing down. My heart was taken and shattered, my head was filled with so many questions yet to be answered, and all of a sudden I was losing everyone. I sit here, looking back on it now, and it hurts…a lot. I don’t see how this could happen. But I really shouldn’t be surprised, it happens all the time actually. I get happy, for a while and then boom, it all comes crashing down. And every time it hurts more.

Was hurt over powering love.

Was his anger gone

Was he being patient

Was he being calm

Was his heart being sectioned

Was his life gone.

“Sabr rakhe hu, hoor Teri talaash Mai

Tere jaane ka Dard Hai ,bohot laz-e-teh amaan

Mouqil ban Jana meri tu ,jab Dena hoga Khuda ko jawab”

Well

Tears of blood fall from my broken heart
I never thought we would be apart

When you held me you said “forever”
Now that you’re gone I know you meant “never”

Saying you love me with that look in your eye
And that was a cold hearted lie

Your tender touch, a soft kiss
Two things about you I will miss

As I sit here thinking about you
My face is wet with tears past due

I should’ve cried a long time ago
But I loved you so

I know they say love is blind
But I had only you on my mind

A hurt so deep it cuts like a knife
But wounds heal and I’ll go on with my life.

 

Wildfire

Here comes a fire burning, put it out with water and you’ll save from drowning. Yes with all that kashmiri pride, and ghostly tails beside. You’re still just a wolf howling. Back at that mountain side, the gold down in the creek just waiting. Now it is the time!
Ideas just keep spinning, thoughts and feelings viewed like subliminal waves to the brain. the mythos enchanting, it all is believing. Now, taking up the arrows to steal a look at your master. Wishing harder. oh but your troubles are there, and your devotion unpared.  So tell me, do you still want satisfaction? I could do without the bashing. Remember well the planet’s storming cloud and know that you are found. The whisper you hear is showing, a dream of all your phoebos. The globe palmed and the stars your home.

Wolves

I fear I have the madness that breaks the wolfs lungs, to cry with utter sadness to the lone Moons glow
This change it seems is sudden but makes the body feel transformed,
Into a monster.
The Wolf Man is real!
And then my lips turn dangerous
Kisses only
I’will bite your neck
And hide from God’s eye all for my craving blood thirst
Death may never separate my flesh eating
Face from you
And Bury myself with you

Blank page

On a blank page
There’s no dawn no dusk
There’s a midnight sun
shining down on it
from beyond the hemisphere
Look closely
you can see a pair of pale eyes
glittering there
the fire of a tiger’s lovely coat
is leaping and spreading on your desk
Reach out and run your fingers
through this violent fur
there’s nothing to fear
a blank page
is soft and gentle like your skin
ancient like your love
free like your hatred
civilized like your fingernails
and salty like your blood
Touch it
it feels like the pulse
in your neck
This is what poetry does
This simple and terrible thing –
after all our words
it always leaves us
with a blank page

Her

No flower of song, no fretting of a guitar,
I am the report of my own fracture.

There, you spread your twisting curls.
My doubts stretch out all the farther.

Boasts of dignity allure the simple hearted,
But what rends the breast is what we are.

I do have wings that have flight’s power
Yet am captured by affection for the fowler.

Let the day be, too, when I do not long for
But seize on the might of my tormentor.

There is no drop of heart’s-blood
Not happy to bleed from my eyes forever.

Your glance at one stroke excites me.
Your tyranny is as bold as war.

Blessed be that you be unveiled—
Forehead to floor, let flow a prayer.

There is no outrage if you ask after me.
I am strange and you kind to the stranger.