I chose to paint you with a different brush.
Associate you with a new identity.
a new image intensified with a new meaningful passion.
You had followed a disgraceful path.
Your eyes reflect the harsh realities of your past.
Let me guide you to a promised land,
a place of love and peace
You’ve been broken for such a long time.
You have forgotten the sweet sounds of blessings.
Small things which gives great pleasure
The cacophony which dwells inside your mind shall be evicted by pleasing thoughts.
You fail to recognize the existence of love and happiness.
You are preoccupied with depressing events.
with quietness and acceptance
The disturbing thoughts get easily swayed by the wind.
Allow pleasing thoughts to drive you forth
Be the guardian of your thoughts
Sometimes in life we tend to ignore the truth because of its bitter taste and we forget that the truth lessen the burden of living life with depressing thoughts. Sometimes its fine to feel sad or angry. Allow yourself to go through those emotions now rather than dealing with them later when its too late.
P.s Life is a mixture of happy and sad memories.
It’s easier when you remain unknown,
A ghost only visible to me.
You are a secret I intent to keep forever.
Though sometimes your presence is felt in public spaces.
Faceless but I can recognize you from miles away.
You left an imprint in my mind.
Reminding me about your double life.
At night you’re just a glittering star,
During the day you are the sun radiating your multifaceted nature.
You are just a scent that lingers with the wind.
Caught all my attention
My sensation…awakening the dead, forgetful memory I chose to repress.
You are just another skeleton in my closet.
Waiting to be freed from the cage I have put you in.
Get exposed while you are in hiding.
I shall hide you in my canvas
An abstract piece of art.
Priceless…your identity will remain obscure.
I just love your ambivalent nature
Sometimes cold, sometimes hot
You are my secret creation.
Just remain that way.
A code known by only me,
Your beauty I preserve can’t be shared.
You are a high profiled secret
My secret admirer.
Familiar words and sound evoke hidden emotions,
elicit shared memories,
compile different stories
compression of time and space
Makes you wanna dance
makes you wanna cry
creation of something new,
intend to keep us together,
not breaking us apart
living a lasting impression that runs through our bloodline
our heart and mind,
understanding the artist message is a virtue
but the remembrance of the long lost lover keeps us haunted,
endurance of shared ideas
formed as one.
Where do I begin?
When will this madness end?
I sat motionless on the library desk
while my mind was busy roaming, traveling to an unknown place.
A place which has serenity and selfless liberation,
Having a great need to share the secrets of these place with this person next to me.
I feel like sharing will bring great fulfillment,
Enhance the natural connection of our own excitement,
I am afraid that you will react differently,
Your stubbornness would restrict you from feeling this pure happiness.
Can you hear the soft music that we create with our bodies,
We need not said anything,
Let’s just free our soul and enjoy the song created by our heart beats.
It sadden me that it will take time for you to understand,
accept reality and act neutral towards this situation
Do you believe that whatever we share is real?