If

If memories were words,
You’d be a poem, carved on gold
As precious as day first
And never fading old.
Or a million page book,
Full of love, devoid of bluff.
The more I discover you,
The more it isn’t enough.
If people were dreams,
You’d be the one making me smile in my sleep
Or if they were sensations,
You’d be a caress on my cheek,
Or my face against the breeze,
Or the first kiss on my lip.
And if people were melodies,
You’d be the one never slipping off my tongue
No matter how old it has been,
It gets subconsciously sung.
If my heart was a hundred,
Ninety nine’s in love with you
But, a percent still refuses to believe
That a soul, so pure, could even be true.
If on sadness, one could travel,
I’d be on a road, dark, broken in gravels,
Lost I tread, with an unconscious head
My voice grew sore, my eyes reddened,
I looked at you, realized,
You were my long awaited dead-end.
If I could I’d stay here at this very dead end,
And write all about you till I’m alive,
But darling, everything about you can’t be fitted
In the time of a single life.

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Scribbles

If life was a paper
Mine’s been scribbled over,some by me, some by others,
Lend me, please, a blank sheet
Wish to write it again all over.

Scribbled pages,
Speaking of my cheers and rages,
Written emotions, written feelings
Suppressed under a mesh of ink,

Smudged papers,
Smelling of spilled liquor,
Blue and black, mixed together,

Here I am again, trying to mess
With time and tide
Through scribbles, a bit of past trying to hide,
The other bit, trying to recover.

Scribbles covering my eyes,
Mists surround, fog bound is my head,
Waiting for the wind to blow over,
Make me feel clear and sober. 

Diaries full of blue and black, 
Tired of writing all my rants, 
Bins are full from crumbled pages
A smile waiting to be put on, since ages.

I’ve seen enough of black and blue, 
Where have gone the other hues? 
When will I get to see the other colors? 
Even if I do, who’ll paint me again all over? 

~ Words above Swords ~

A Change, for the Sake of Bliss

My life’s book I wrote
Filled it with melancholic anecdotes,
But he was the only jubilant chapter
Worth changing my theme for

~ Words Above Swords ~

The hopeless and the helpless

“Was lonely a year back
Nothing’s changed except the books in my rack
And the night falls in just as dark
Still have scars and still have marks

A new year that has changed nothing
The world’s still cruel, and still bluffing
I’m right here laying in my bed 
Still placid and still faded

With dusts quivering all around the room
And no light ever touches the nook
For all that yellow sunshine 
Stops outside the windows all blue

How long shall the sky stay clear?
Dark clouds shall come, and thunder’s all I’ll hear.
Here’s a year, presumably new
Yet, reasons to live remain few.”
       -the hopeless you

“Was lonely a year back, too
but all changed as I saw you
And the night falls in just as dark
But you paint them in with stars

A new year that changed with you
I’ve stayed true
And the world isn’t cruel, for my world is you

I’m right here laying in my bed
A helpless smile is to what your eyes have led
For you taught me how to open my windows
And that’s how you turned my blues to yellows

You came as the first sunshine
After a cloudy year, introducing me to daylight.
In this year, everything seems new
For my breaths have found a new reason which is you.”
           -your helpless lover