Nisheeth's Blog

                                                                          Love sets you free

                                                                     It doesn’t incarcerate.

                                                                        Love is a language

                                                                       one need not speak.

                                                                    Love is like a gust of wind

                                                                    one can’t see, yet feel it.

                                                                    Love knows how to give,

                                                                                It sighs.

                                                                        Love is a falling star

                                                                   in the heavenly firmament

                                                                    that takes you nowhere

                                                                      Yet makes you smile

                                                                      When you chase it !

                                                              Love makes you a ‘lepidopterist’,

                                                       makes you collect those lil’ beautiful wings

                                                            but never makes you count them.

                                                                    Love teaches you life

                                                                    it makes you want to

                                                                        Know yourself

                                                                      What are you for

                                                                   that too on purpose.

                                                                         Love writhes,

                                                                    it makes you moan

                                                                     but with no noise.

                                                                    Love makes sense

                                                                 when you are senseless.

                                                               Love makes you thank God

                                                                       thrice in a day.

                                                                      Love is opaque,

                                                              makes you succumbed to it.

                                                        The moon becomes eerily luminous

                                                                  when you are in love.

                                                                           Love,

         Love makes you beautiful..

No more I wish to see

A time machine

That a month can be ,

No more stable my soul can be

Blue-pink,white,black

I never imagined

“This world – A photograph”.

Like a new life waiting

on an empty street,

“Thousand faces – one expression” !!

I don’t  possess much now

Just a drab ill-will,

Luck with the bubble burst

and a notable poached heart  !!

May be I am longer

The-me

I used to be.

-Yet a breeze blows,

blows often,

blows me away ,

visits on the sly .

That smile resting with

raindrops on her lips

is indeed ‘cocaine’.

Transient it tends to be

I wish I could

Wrap it in a cellophane.

Among those insipid beings

She calls me ‘cryptic’.

The pendulum still swings

back and forth ..

Lord ! how do I draw

The penury of this love,

how do I induce her

to walk in my shadow .

My riddles make her bemused.

She is my real ‘muse’.

I can’t even put this candidly

Cuz I just know

How to love blithely..(sigh).

And now when I am leaving,

loitering beside you I hear nothing.

I wonder its still night,

why dark isn’t amiable?

I can’t conceive.

Your lip-cracks holding me back

as if you are unknowing

that I will perceive.

And now when I am leaving

I fear would I be back,

sleeps will be rare

don’t stare at the door

and my empty chair .

Don’t fancy corners

you won’t find me o’er there.

And now when I am leaving ,

I see those hairs,

breathing behind your neck,

wrapping your back

troubling me beguiling me,

they snatched my heaven from me .

I moan, I cry.

And now when I am leaving,

your teeth seem reddish

thus I remember

about the red wine

we both sank into .

That fragrance growing

out of your skin

again resuscitates me.

So now when I am leaving,

don’t ask me

why I didn’t wake you up.

You looked more beautiful then

I again fell in love with you.

..And now when I am leaving.

Sleep is hard, bed sheet keeps on bugging.

We wake up..(finally)

walk out, follow same people

on the same street.

We buy flowers.

A cup of coffee can wait,

because we wish more to sit on

those silent stairs (forever).

Instead of giving them to somebody,

we put those flowers in

the cracked vase like us.

While thinking about

another-day-another-new-show,

we head to the balcony.

The pink glow comes slyly,

sunrise is imminent.

Thus we forget where we were..

We castigate our soul, we never get exhausted.

We don’t think, we postulate.

Sometimes We feel like running away,

but then we find no roads.

Sometimes we wish to live in some ill-ventilated dungeon

But then we don’t know the address.

We eat a plethora of candy,standing,waiting..

to hear that mellifluous

voice of the angel we all are looking for.

We write, we rub out and then we never write,

or we continue writing .

We feel, we get hurt and then we stop feeling,

or we fall in love..

Life seems like a befooling fable,

and we are..

the protagonist.

My beatitude slips away like an unwelcome guest by knowing that all those things we love..we possess gonna die someday.

End..This is where you walked away without a word and I kept thinking.

end..this is where you felt alone when I was with you !

end..this is where I never wanted to go without you !

end..this is where you begin and I END,

end !!

Hurt when you walked away..It hurt when you turned your back..

hurt when you came over..again and again.

Hurts when you are gone..It hurts when you look at..

hurts still to see..that Hurt ..never went away.

-I may be cynical about things,

I’ve got dreams in hidden places ..

Melancholy has become pleasure,

But I have learnt..not to lose hope.

Same as we all live life in Chains,

But we never know..we have the Key.

Flying,in seventh heaven I kept dreaming about it,

Every night I used to fabricate a world..with you only inside it.

I don’t know what was on my mind I could even see the stars making love to each other with my closed eyes.

That was a while ago..

Now I am no longer in love with rain.

All I have is a drop of tear on my eyelash waiting for its turn.

Don’t worry you..I won’t let it go.

I will keep it as a Souvenir !!