Personal Thoughts, Thoughts recollected in Tranquility

Listening to the Rain

The dusted floor, and me above it

Staring into Oblivion,

Not trying to find answers

Because asking questions needed strength

The music of crickets playing in the background

The lightning painted temporary paintings

On the dark black walls


The thunder roared out some

Secrets in the dark,

Not to be heard by anyone

But to be feared by everyone,

I did not dread it nor feared.


For the thunderous sounds doesn’t mean anything

It’s the rain that needs to be heard

They have a million words to say

In each drops and they’ll say it,

Even if you ask them questions or not

They’ll say it out loud and in whispers too

They may sing it and I’ll dance with them again

They’ll say it and I’ll hear them this time

In silence, in calmness and with will.



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I’ve been thinking in verses now and

Each and every word of it has you,

Molten and infused in perfect composition.

My hands smells beautifully of Blue ink

And it’s stained with it too

But my thoughts smell more beautiful

With love, with the thoughts

I have of you.

Each time I try to write “I”

I can only write “We”

Because that’s the thought that’s imprinted

In my brain, and they flow

Through the nerves to my hand

In impulses.

And look how fast this paper

Absorbs the ink from the pen

I think that’s how fast my eyes absorbed

Your radiant smile and it’s been

Inside me ever since.

I know this is unfinished and

I’m going to leave it like that

And when you find this unfinished poem

under the tree

Inside a pink box along with orchids,

After you’ve finished reading this

I want you to say “We” out loud

Later I want you to finish my verse

And I want you to gift it to me.

You can find me in the garden

Under the tree of your heart and

I’ll be waiting for you.



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Elope with Me

Run away with me my darling

I’ll show you the whole wide world

In just three words threaded together,

By our two hearts

We’ll move through the

passages of time unnoticed

Drink from the elixir of purity

Hand in hand and entwined souls

I’ll take a dip in your eyes

While you swim in mine.

Let’s not walk through the lane

Of dreams but float in thoughts

Let’s think not twice

And act not in haste

Let’s just disappear into thin air

And elope from this busy world

With our hearts painted pink

And our souls fragrant with love.



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Accompanying Happiness

Happiness is something special isn’t it, almost all of our life’s aim is to be happy. We all try and be happy all the time but it doesn’t necessarily works the way we want it to. Still we try. Trying sometimes makes us angry because we try and we try and we fail and that makes us more frustrated because we’re not getting happiness, the main and the important thing in our life. Happiness!

Happiness is not getting satisfaction from material things, but actually happiness is being contented in what you have. I find happiness when I understand myself. It took a lot of time to finally get there where I could actually understand myself but once you know who you are it’s hard not to be happy. Because the hardest thing you’ll ever have to do in life is finding you and you’ve achieved that. To understand yourself all you need to do is feel yourself and look inside yourself.

This doesn’t mean that I don’t have my share of bad days, angry days, lazy days etc but if I feel sad I just stay sad, if I feels like crying I cry, if I get Angry I express that too. It’s when we bottle up all our emotions we lose ourselves, it’s when we don’t express we get depressed and therefore we can’t be happy. So just remember the easiest way to achieve happiness is by introspecting your feelings, expressing your emotions and knowing in your heart that you are the hero of your story.

Life is a journey and happiness will always be your companion if you treat him right.

So God bless you all and I’m wishing all the happiness in the world. Stay blessed 😘😘

Personal Thoughts, Thought for Change, Thought for the day, Thoughts recollected in Tranquility

Why do goodbyes . . .

Why do we want people to stay

Only when they bid adieu ?

Why didn’t we want to hold them near

When we were their dear ?

Why do smiles fail and eyes talk

When we hear goodbyes ?

Why does something that starts

With a good feels this bad in our hearts ?

Why do we still stay there under the

Same tree in the rain, even though

Seasons changed so many times ?

Why did we feel as if we’ve parted

With our soul, when they’ve parted with us ?

Why do we hear their words

Incessantly echoing in our ears,

And our heartbeats stays the same ?

Why do goodbyes hurts this much ?

Why do some goodbyes hurts this much ?



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Broken Angel — 2

She didn’t fell in love with the night but darkness engulfed her at a tender age. I got hold of some of her torn pages yesterday. They weren’t dark, tears are never dark. How could she enjoy the night sky when everything around her is pitch black, not just the sky but everything else too. She set her wings in fire so that she could walk in all these darkness without anyone’s help, fearless because other’s would be scared of the fire that’s covering her. But the truth was, she was more afraid than anyone, so she just did all that she could do, she fed the fire.

She covered herself in flames and she burned with it. But her heart was still tender, I could feel that. Her each sighs felt like she was pouring hot lava into my heart. But the stolen glances she had at me cooled my heart at once. Everytime I was around her I felt as if I was hot and cold at the same time, like I’m dying and I’m reborn again, I’m melting and I’m solidifying all at once. Like molten lava meeting the cold sea. Destructive beauty slowly turning to rock.

I wished to be the wind that would blow out the fire around her and make her feel gentle again. But then I feared that maybe the wind would spread the fire more and it will eat whatever green that is left in her. She set her wings on fire so that she could walk in darkness with light, the firey flames of her wings, and I didn’t wanted to be the reason for her turning to ashes. So I stayed away as much as I could, but how can a moth stay away from a flame, if they were destined to be. I wished for her to be my sun, so that I could navigate around her, and not the flame of the world’s lies that draws the moth only to death. . . .


To be continued . . . .

You can read Broken Angel part–1 Here

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Thoughts recollected in Tranquility

Shooting star

Like a shooting star in the deep black horizon

It was you who made me wish for more of you

Knowing truly well of the burning streak and smoke

That it left in the sky up above

But all I could care for was this moment

Where I’ll close my eyes and wish for you

Again and again and again and again

Until I turn to dust along with you my star dust.


You to me is like a moon but

You are my shooting star as well

Because I wish on you always

You are far away from me and

Moving even more farther

I want you to know that you

Can count on me always,

Until I’m stardust and you my infinity.



This is in collaboration with Paragtak

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