Plant a rainbow in my mind And make my innocence blind Let it grow wild And confuse the inquisitive child Tell me to follow your vibe And I’ll happily oblige Let it take over my heart And I’ll call it a new start
But my eyes are stuck at red The first color of this thread Inspired by war and soaked in blood The rainbow is overwhelmed by the flood If you talk of love then why do children die? Are you writing a script and spreading a lie? I may end up being depressed with pills to swallow I’ll still do as you say and continue to follow
But is my orientation influenced by your plan? Am I non binary or maybe just a simple man? The questions keep piling up in my head I can barely make love when I hear people are dead I don’t know what else to say or think The red in the rainbow never seems to shrink
Is my love honest and true, or is it just a trend? Will the war stop someday, or will it never end?
This poem has nothing against people of any sexual orientation. Period. I just hope you can read between the lines.
frozen sleep in my eyes you melt a comfort that is immediately felt poems that you seldom write they reflect your dark and reveal your light a peculiar blog of an impressive girl is where you’ve hidden all your pearls the calmness that you wear with pride your heart is where i forever reside fervent thoughts that make you glow are accompanied with tantrums you throw and the obvious fact is your return to the good leading to railways tracks out of the woods
a different city that sees you grow is too far away from where i wait
i like it here where i dream of you on a silent loop in my mental state
a string of warm lights on the rooftop glow with unsettled images in my mind
you diminish my soul like you always do i feel you close but i’m always blind
the picture you sent is forever mine will you meet me soon if you’ve sometime?
*please don't block me again* - double tick
*this is the only way i can feel connected to you* - double tick
*how can i tell you that i do not have anyone else to talk to* - double tick
*i wish you could come here and stay* - double tick
*i wish you could just give me a chance to say* - double tick
*no please don't type yet, let me finish* - double tick
*i cannot lose you, please. not you* - double tick
*i've lost enough. not you. please. please stay?* - double tick
*please just stay one more night...?* - double tick
*i wanted to see you in your city..* - double tick
*i promise i'll do whatever you want* - single tick
*no.... come back please come back* - single tick
*no.....* - single tick
*i wrote something for you.....* - single tick
*......that you will never read...* - single tick
*okay....okay* - single tick
take me back to the terrace – when the summer moon was full and the breeze was fresh
when hate was around but not noticed when media wasn’t notorious and blood wasn’t shed
when a garden walk was enough to wipe away traces of melancholia when the feeling of love wasn’t conveyed to the beloved
when late night conversations brought ecstasy when eyes weren’t tired, and honesty didn’t die
when ice cream stalls were the focal point and there was enough time to relax
when the mind was a temple of pure thoughts when the heart was anxious but not afraid
when the rain was felt and not ignored when you were there to keep me whole
when sleep was enjoyed, and dreams were made when light was within and we didn’t fade
there are so many underlying emotions present in this piece. so many things going on in the world, so much to grasp, so much to let go. this is a tribute to the forgotten self, the more pure self which is obviously lost and gone. it once existed, maybe it still does but the want and desires wouldn’t let you go back to it. your thoughts are decent, sometimes violent, sometimes misleading. you cannot connect the dots, even if you try to – there’s much at stake. are we growing up or are we going down? so much frustration, so many thoughts. and now all you want to do is allow the storm to destroy you from within while you stay quiet. unable to sleep, yet waking up everyday to be lost. that is all. rest well.
he wrote a novel on the unfathomable tale of borders and guns, of smiles and veil when the moon was full and stars were bright hazy way ahead and distance infinite when holding on wasn’t enough for sure but carrying on was the only cure and the majestic writer wrote from far ashore for this was neither fiction nor folklore
and he wanted someone to take this part so he asked me to play this role with all my heart from ups and downs and togetherness since may i have lived it all at once to make her stay and as she agreed for this bond to grow we tied the knot to go with the flow
she’s the one who returns to the good to be as bright as a star and i’m from somewhere else but not too far
It’s been about 7 years since I know Moniba – https://theordinaryblog2.wordpress.com/ now. I met her online on Hello Poetry (a poetry sharing website) back in May 2014 and there was an instant connection. Back in the day, I would’ve never accepted a proposal from Pakistan because they’re our (India) enemies. And now, I’m married to Moniba – the most beautiful girl ever in this whole wide world. No matter the roadblocks, the endless issues and what not, I’m so much grateful to God for giving me this unreal opportunity to spend my life with her. And in the end what matters is love and the undying intent. There’s enough hate in this world already. I cannot imagine my life without her anyway. I’m so much thankful to Eliot York and team for creating Hello Poetry. It’s an exceptional platform to put forward your thoughts and appreciate the lovely work of the community. There’s no way I’m going to call this or any creative website as a dating platform, but if you feel a strange, love like connect with someone, then go ahead. Life’s too short to keep regrets. And God’s there to help you through if you’re honest. Thanks for reading. Keep loving & keep writing.
a feeling shivers down my idle body and eyes begin to narrow as my hand goes to my chin i don’t know why but i’m quite certain that you saw my pictures on social media a picture of my little adventure a picture of my smile a picture with my loved ones and many more
you must’ve curiously looked at all of them only to end up being sad to think of me being in a forever happy state and lose a piece of yourself yet again to drift away into numbness by overthinking and question yourself and the past to let out unending tears from your eyes till you can no longer think of us together and to cry further at the reality of your life while you continue to be in disbelief and ask yourself repeatedly, ‘how can he move on without me?’
to that i’ll maybe answer to you in my thoughts or to this shivering feeling we can no longer be together but i know your worth and i understand what i’ve lost the pictures can never define what’s in my heart only this quietude can yes, we parted ways years ago but i’ve cherished all those moments with you so please know that i remember you, in this very moment i just remember you and nothing else i remember you i remember you . . . you never wanted to be a memory but now you are a very fond one…
How does the intensity increase? What ignites a poet to create a mesmerizing masterpiece?
Is it a vacant room full of pills or a view capturing the hills? The sweetness of a romantic piano tune or the sublte warmth of the winter afternoon? A continuous week of self sacrifice or someone’s beautiful face to fantasize? Some old notes written on the last page or a broken mic with no stage? The poignant sound of falling rain or the comfort of soothing pain? A lover to cherish for life or a combination of wrist and knife? The widespread stars and moon hanging in the sky or a sudden, unacceptable last goodbye? The rush of waves touching the feet or something that is completely obsolete? One sharp word to pierce the heart or a spellbinding work of art? A day’s stay in the city of the special one who left or that unfathomable heaviness inside the chest? The pleading and begging to make someone stay or the immediate desire to pray?
The first and last deep dive into a pair of eyes or a pointless life with no sunrise?
The words that come out are carefully filtered They stick to the theme, and fail to display the stories within a story The reader reads the poem, and not the poet’s infamous glory
When the poem loses its charm to fade away Another thought invites the poet
And the sentiments of a poet can never be wrong Only to the poet they belong And they prolong, to go on and on..
I truly believe that music is the backbone of a song, so I value music more than lyrics.
I will give you a brief insight to my musical journey and then start with my song recommendation. I love recommending songs!
The Start –
Back in the day – just like most Indian teenagers I started listening to Hindi movie songs, Hindi songs were great back then. A good Hindi song is hard to find these days!
Early Teenage Days –
I got introduced to Green Day during my high school days, thanks to the UEFA Champions League 2008/09 feature song – Boulevard of Broken Dreams. Green Day instantly became my first favorite band and then I heard a lot of Eminem (I sometimes still do), Linkin Park, Switchfoot, Poets of the Fall etc.
Transitioning to Maturity –
Porcupine Tree is that one band which quickly replaced all other artists/bands. Why? Because they’re so melancholic. I got addicted to their music, I felt their music pushed the best poetry out of my soul. And just like that my moongazing-stargazing sessions started, I wasn’t afraid of going up to the terrace at night and also started admiring the beauty of night. Sadly, the band broke up in 2009… I’m wondering why I called myself mature up there.
Anyway, without further ado, here are some songs from the past I still prefer to listen.
Half Light by Porcupine Tree
Why you should listen to this – This song is simply unearthly. The music is fantastic, and the lyrics are spot on. If you’ve lost someone, then this song is for you.
Best Time to Listen – Anytime at night
Lazarus by Porcupine Tree
Why you should listen to this – Because it’s very simple and such a joyful song. Again, Porcupine Tree’s music is out of this world, and the lyrics are great. If you want some positive vibes, then this song is for you.
Best Time to Listen – Anytime at night during winters I guess
Heartattack in a Layby by Porcupine
Why you should listen to this – I really don’t want any of you to be sad but this is a great breakup song. For sure you can see my love for Porcupine Tree, the first time I heard this song – I got goosebumps and I played it on repeat for several days. If you’ve had a breakup, please proceed with caution and take care.
Best Time to Listen – Anytime (a broken heart is always lost)
Trains by Porcupine Tree
Why you should listen to this – This is a great summer song with awesome music. I’m still trying to figure out the meaning of the song’s lyric, but you can give this one a try and feel the summer vibe.
Best Time to Listen– Anytime at night during summers
Fadeaway by Porcupine Tree
Why you should listen to this – Okay so I don’t smoke or drink, but this is for those who stay high. The music is trippy, and the lyrics are fine too. Try not to intoxicate yourself.
Best Time to Listen – Anytime when you’re not planning to be high
Transatlanticism by Death Cab for Cutie
Why you should listen to this – This song isn’t too special for me anymore but it’s still great and has decent music and lyrics. If you need someone very close right now, then this song is for you.
Best Time to Listen – Anytime at night
Love of My Life by Queen
Why you should listen to this – Who doesn’t want to listen to Freddie Mercury? If you haven’t heard this man, you’re in for a treat now. Freddie wrote this song for Mary Austin – the lady love of his life. Although he was gay (I’ve no issues with anyone who’s Homosexual) and died of AIDS in 1991 but I respect him coz he left his entire mansion for Mary Austin and her family.
The song is beautiful and so is her majesty – Queen.
Best Time to Listen – Anytime
Bewajah, produced by Coke Studio
Why you should listen to this – This is a desi song for anyone who understands Urdu/Hindi. A great song which brings back memories of your past lover. Lyrics are well crafted and music too is decent.
Best Time to Listen – Anytime
And that’s it for now! Thanks for reading and listening to all these.
Please let me know what you think about them and feel free to suggest your favorite songs. Enjoy!
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