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Although money can buy Love these days…

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1.

It’s impossible to forget you for…

A pen and a pad; telling me to write a letter

A calendar hanging from wall; reminding days we spent together

Empty roof whispers; ‘Could have a date on me brother’

Bowl of biriyani asks,

‘When’s your next lunch together?’

Songs I listened thinking about you

Chocolate I had sharing with you

Clothes I wore when I met you

Words you spoke both old and new

Won’t let me for a second forget about you

It’s beyond impossible to forget you

Cause, “I drink water and you do too”

2.

“Oh my love

I keep you in my heart

Through drenching rain and summer roughness

Oh my love

I keep you by my soul

Through shivering winter and blooming spring

Oh my love

I keep you in my mind

Through first thought of the day and last breath of life

Oh my love

Can you keep me by your side

when own shadow leaves me cause I’m coin’s losing side?” ❤

Then she said:

“I will always keep you by my side,

You would be my only partner in life’s bumpy ride.

When I said I can live without you I lied,

Cause without you I always cried.

Oh my love, I wanna be with you also in life after death,

Would love to keep you too after my last breath”

3.

I want sun to rush to set

It’s been a day now till we met

I want that moment to linger in my sight

Can’t wait to meet my Nightingale of night

I want air to come and fly me to you

So I can claim my love and kisses that are due

I want all music to play and all birds to sing to you

It’s heaven on earth and heart in love now that I have you

4.

Hold you tight

Love you right

When you smile

When you fight

Be your sight

In darkest night

In longest ride

Right by your side

5.

Painter lost his color

Rainbow grew rusty.

Princess preferred pearl

Love grew dusty.

Code in constellation

Garden is labyrinth

Silence equals thousand word

Yet not too bleak for a hint

Ghost from past now a hound

Hang on I can turn around

6.

Got million things to do for you

And a billion things to say

Take care all one after one

Just promise you’ll stay

Thousand trees all around

Hundred people by side

Lonely without you I feel

Breathlessness I can’t hide

You’ve become a part of me

You’re wind to my sail

Reason; the kind of man I’d be

We must never fail ❤

7.

Once again its time to leave

This time mind does not know how to deceive.

For last few weeks my mind was relieved,

Would have all your time is what I believed.

The cruel world does this to me a lot,

This time a tough war ahead to fight,

For dependent I became as you taught.

It’s the hope that would make me stronger

Living separately would not last longer.

Within few months it would be one soul two body,

Time for us to get cozy…..

Am coming to make you crazy,

So buckle up, work hard and don’t be lazy…

Otherwise our life would get messy.

Promise is made to you already

To stay always with you am ever ready.

Just waiting for the time you would take me away

As from now am making a way.

To be with you in thin and thick

I suppose, know the entire trick.

Meeting you everyday has become usual

I know this feeling too is mutual.

Goodnight with a kiss

While sleeping it’s you I will miss.

Heart’s Verse

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1.

What am I without you?

Sunken ship or abducted plane

Flat tires or derailed train

What am I without you?

Corrupted i-pod or west Bengal drama

Stolen Playstation or rage-less Tamil cinema

What am I without you?

Tempered truth or faithless prophet

Updated bible or a losing bet

You are my fame in a bottle or shortcut to happiness

Perfect symphony or a rescued princess

As I sum this up hear me out my darling:

You are the difference between everything and nothing

2.

If clouds were my ride and bolts were the fuel

I’d wait outside at 8 for my ‘_ _ _ _’ the Jewel

If Leopard could lend the legs or birds had spare feather

I’d challenge speed of light no matter what the weather

3.

You are…

Purest drop of water when oceans running dry

Last flicker of courage when hopes a far cry

Best piece of Mozart in a world without sound

Answer to most important question; that was searched but never found

You are…

The journey I relish

The memory I cherish

The beauty and the grace that

Makes my constellation falling into place

4.

Cruise in the oceans then climb over mountains

No matter where ever you roam… I’ll be your home.

Through with restless days, numb feet root in ground,

Weary heart says, ‘Hold her’… you’ll have my shoulder.

Where ever your fate’s driven; below hell or above heaven

Our hands will be clasped together… any option given.

You are mine till the day sun doesn’t shine,

Million verses will be ‘a few’, just know that:

I was destined to love you.

5.

I write my verse in million stars

Length goes beyond moon to mars

Someday when I won’t be around

Stars will whisper the songs in sound

Listen to that interstellar melody

All be about you ah! Sweetened irony

When your heart’s too heavy and reason is me

Know my sweet love it’s meant to be

Where ever I stay no matter how far

Will read your wish on every shooting star.

6

It’s rush of love to brush up stain

to crush all emotions into heart

Trusted nobody could’ve casted a spell

that busted uncertainties from my chart.

I’m odd and you are even it’s fate that we met

as different as it can get

But oh! My cute pet you bet

without us getting together there’d be

an incomplete number set

Love is so pure more like a cure

heals you for sure once you fall in

From the first sight, it feels so right

I held on tight saying ‘I’m all in’

I’m what you didn’t have

and you are what I wished for

Pray so that I love you forever

And your love grows even more

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Too Good to be True

This story is about an enchanting buttercup girl of chubby cheeks who was wrecked inside, who is living in disbelief- too afraid to shout to the void believing that nothing good will ever come, who startles like a fawn and in that girl I see a caterpillar yet to evolve into a beautiful butterfly with the touch of love. As she’d say now, ‘You sound corny’. Yes love, I do.

She appeared like a dark silhouette on the landscape of blue; standing right on the line placed in between where sky meets ocean. All my attention invested in chasing after the trace of her emotion and pace of her feelings. There remained hopes, worries, dreams and dramas in the black space between us mingling and hanging in the air. For a moment I could see them, I could feel them and I could touch them as tangibles. Thoughts consumed my consciousness so I was unaware of wave crashing on coral bed or the captivating reflection of sky in the ocean. All I could see… was the promise we made to ride on waves, walk on sands and hike around the globe together with hands clasped tight till our spines bend, bones grow weak, hair turns grey to white and we return to dust of the ground; that promise levitated by the breath of the ocean glowed in the shape of the strongest hope. I knew right at that very moment that I was not a rider on vagabond wheels anymore rather a man of objectives.

I say your fear flows from the things you care for. For instance, I never consider anyone my best friends except for the members of my family. Let’s just say I call conventional best friends ‘better friends’. May be it’s the outcome of a realization or protective shield of expecting less. Anyway, so single off putting news about my family is destructive enough to turn my world upside down. I care for them. Fun fact, I fear spiders. That doesn’t mean I dearly care for them too! But she managed to climb a step above ‘better friend’. It was a sudden entrance and quick ascendance I had no control over. She was like a cute lost puppy with watery eyes and a naïve look; irresistible entity and my new source of fear. I felt it my responsibility to comfort her with my verses:

‘If sun can’t miss a morning kissing you,

if stars can’t twinkle without winking you,

who am I other than the king of my sandcastle

to ignore the grace of you?

You are all the layers of my cloud9,

Core in the heart of blissful shine and

I am that king of the sandcastle

still waiting for you to be mine’

And some meaningless poems such as this. But before reading it you need to know few things. She always complain that ants always find pleasure in biting her, we both use the word ‘enchanting’ so many times, she loves to travel the world as do i, most of the time when she’s unable to answer anything she sings ‘Aiii don’t know’ with different tunes as if it’s a song.  Now you are good to go and read this weird thing:

You are my sugar and I’m your ant

Let’s sing it out loud…sing it like a band

What if they hear…what if they do?

Only singing won’t do, let’s dance too

Your voice is amazing but my voice is a killer

Together we sing a weird Floorfiller

We look better than Ferdinand better than Isabella

Let’s watch Kung fu panda and share a Nutella

I crave for your love and my love’s not fickle

As your ‘tunes’ make me smile like a continuous tickle

So I sing-

“I’ll be flicking stones at your window I’ll be waiting outside ’til you’re ready to go Won’t you come down? Come away with me Just think of all the places we could be I’ll be waiting, waiting on a brand new day Waiting on a brand new day”

You are charming, appealing, dazzling, and ravishing

Looks like you are the one summing up ‘enchanting’

I’m wandererI’m drifter i’m a stone always rolling

Bewildering, why’d you love such vagabond being!

Don’t sing ‘Aiii don’t knooow’ cause it’s hauntingly beautiful

Making me prisoner of your love dungeon and

If I try to pick the lock I’m only a fool.

And she’d return the favor with impressive blows like sending goodnight audio notes with kisses, playing me her guitar or singing me my most favorite song Cannonball with her out of sync hauntingly beautiful voice. My ears craved for it so many times that her version outnumbered original Damien Rice’s in my most played list within days. Still I crave for more:

‘Still a little bit of your taste in my mouth

Still a little bit of you laced with my doubt

Still a little hard to say what’s going on

Still a little bit of your ghost, your witness

Still a little bit of your face I haven’t kissed

You step a little closer each day

That I can’t say what’s going on

Stones taught me to fly

Love ‒ it taught me to lie

Life ‒ it taught me to die

So it’s not hard to fall

When you float like a cannonball’

She is someone who can make time run faster than fastest. She is someone who can tame your crazy heart after a restless day. She is someone who intentionally fools herself to say those three magical words to you. She is someone for whom you won’t mind leaving your tongue tied over those three words forever. She is someone who can nurture your manhood by letting you help her out some insecure state that she herself able to get rid of. She is someone every man desires to have and every woman desires to be. Idle time without her feels like the ‘cruciatus curse’ from harry potter. If that flawed moon caused writers write thousand poems; I think even millions will fall short when I’m praising her.

But despite the strength of these words, despite the force with which she’s pulling me toward her; I hear the haunting whisper:                                                                                                                                          ‘Sugar sack on back, ocean at my feet… step? step Step!’                           And it might be as it is anticipated. This story was about an enchanting buttercup girl of chubby cheek.s.. I will ever want to remember.