*Phoenix*

When all that is know becomes unknown.
When all the colours fade into the grey.
When all the rhyme and music becomes silence.
And from the ashes of nothing you raise, Obliterated and Nascent.

A Phoenix you become.

~You~

You have been my invisible umbrella during rains
You have been my music during thunder storms
You have been my shade, when the day is ablaze
You have been my cucoon of warmth
In days of gloom and night of bloom, you have been there
In my tumbling tears and sad smiles, you knew
My happy days end with a conversation with you
You have been there,with many sighs though,
Yet, You have!
You just have.. been that invisible thread that binds my sanity together in this chaos called life.

You ❤.

Love

 

*CANVAS*

There's a palate you hold
There's a palate you hold

A palate filled with shades of colours
Bright and bold ,Dull and gold
Some colours .. oh so cold..
Now, you choose
Choose to paint on to me the colours you hold ..
The judgements you pass and the opinions you frame ..
In me the question arises " Am I the same ?"
Am I the same .. Am I the rainbow of opinions that the world hold ?
Do I become the shades of your judgments passed ?
As you paint on to me your colour, am I that?
Am I that?
Now, listen ..
You are the painter and I the canvas
A canvas of pure innocence I stand
A canvas of plain and emptiness for your shades to fill!
A canvas of space for your opinions to occupy..
A canvas is all I am ...
A canvas is all..
It is your shades,
of bright and bold, dull and gold and sometimes cold,
that paint a picture on to me .
A picture I hold.

The feeling flow

Could a blind man know shades of the rainbow?
Or a deaf differentiate between somber and melancholy? 

Can a mute possibly convey all his thought?
You, me and he are parts of a whole called humanity
We are not equipped to do it all, but we do feel the vibrancy..
The vibrancy that's spreads
In every shade of the rainbow, that beat in your tap and every glance that is not unrequited!
As these sensation seep, resonating in our hearts, connecting..
Connecting it all in shades of heat and cold you feel
In the battering beats of the wild winds and the breeze that leave you yearning for more
In the dance of the eyes, oh so passionately conveyed…
Connecting it all.. in our heart
It is in our hearts where the throne of our kingdom resides..
Our hearts is where the very life beats, breathes and blossoms
No matter how you portray, its origin is..
Our Hearts.. From where we extend compassion..
Compassion being the most elevated form of love
And love is the abyss of silence that exist but not noticed.
Like the screen in a theatre.
Which is existential but invisible.
Love is felt.
In the heart
A hearts that beats
A hearts that breathes
A heart that blossoms 

Is a heart that lives!

Batsy

 There is a bat here, Batsy, I would say..

who is pretty grey and blind by the day!

So he shouts out echoing his way.

Sometimes, he flies astray,

others in circles over the bay!

I wonder what he craves

A juicy prey?

or has he simply lost his way!

I want a love...

I want a love that seeps through glaces,

Smiles with adoration

Comforts in hugs

Grows in conflict

Yay and Nay!

I want a love that accommodates in silence,

That cries with a companion

That doesn't shy away from communication

That's oil in water, distinct and together

Not flashy or fancy rather funky and fun

That's not too loud and neither goes unheard

I want a love, that cares with compassion

Steams with passion

Kisses, robbing exhaustion

That's playful with plenty

I want a love..

I want a love that finds a way to be.

I want a love .. to be