Tag Archives: Affection

The Window

On a silent lazy Saturday evening

As the sun was leaving from work

Night shift stars were getting ready

And I looked out of the dark window

An iron bench was there in the park

Her head resting on his shoulders

The cold evening was getting hotter

Passion was getting into it’s groove

Beyond the rules of right and wrong

Two souls seeing the reddened skies

And I pulled down the curtains then

This window always gives me stories

Because this window is of memories…

In Your Arms

The mystery of love refuses to die

Lemme sink in your  beautiful eyes

You still wake me up in the nights

You are the only one I love by heart

I wish this life gives us a new start

Or else I’ll die and meet you again

In my next birth as an intense lover

Loving you again is still my dream

I still don’t mind losing this big world

For a small moment of love with you.

P.S.: I still want to see you as I breathe my last.

@4yearoldadult

Nearing the END

A love song that never existed

A story that never really begun

A climax that never happened

The thing which I assumed lost

Was actually a sugarcoated lie

Few moments of my life are left

Steal those like a ultimate thief

Shadows remain with memories

I lay in this red-rusty coffin idly

My soul feels like coming back

Fighting  time for one last time

Then it looks at the dark clouds

That brightness was never mine

The story which looks unfinished

Was just a story in the minds.

©4yearoldadult

The depth of my mind and ‘YOU’

As I try to create a masterpiece for YOU

Trying to make the smiles come true

I end up writing it in a few  minutes

My writing has no more deep secrets.

YOU are the mountain I wish to climb

YOU are the spring that makes me blind

To see only YOU, the special kind

Thoughts are scattered, it’s you that bind

YOU are the one that keeps me driving

The soothing music & the rhythm is exciting

The only  one that holds me together

YOU stand by me when no-one gathers

YOU are the inspiration of my words

The one who means to me the world

YOU are the dream where hearts curled

My mind asked ‘Who is YOU’, silence unfurled

©4yearoldadult

A Tribute

Among all those theories about the way to live life, ‘practical outlook’ forms the core. I am someone who have explored the extremes of practical mindset. When I was being practical outside the ICU, where my father was undergoing a major brain operation, people thought that I am a drug addict. The lack of emotion in a 17 year old was beyond any explanation. I treat life as a baseball bowler, and I present dead bat to all its balls. Somewhere down the line, I forgot that I do have some flavor of emotion left in my mind. I have failed to present a dead bat to one such moment.  My love for writing was nurtured by a great personality who used to teach me Hindi during my high school days. He made me believe that writing is the best mode of expression. He stirred up my mind, and made me capable of penning down my thoughts. I met him just after my high school results in 2006, and that proved to be my last memory of him. The one who taught the details of my passion, died because of something I am trying to cure. It may be a normal for others to feel the pain of loss, but it is a rare feeling for a stone-heart like me. Such was his importance, that his loss has dissected the wall of practicality in my mind. I wish to meet him again, in any form of life. I always prefer English for my writings because it extends my capabilities to express. But, hindi is taking the lead at this very moment. Wherever you are, I ask you to critically evaluate the following lines:

“ये मन तो था ही तितली
उड़ना सिखाया आप ही ने
और जब सिख ली उड़ान
आप बादलो मे गुम हो गये”

For my English reader:

“This heart was a butterfly

You taught me how to fly

When I mastered the flight

You disappeared in the clouds”

Your words still echo in my ears, Rest in peace.

@4yearoldadult