Naam Me Kya Rakha Hai?

I've lost my muse to my dear heart, Which know nothing but love.  It kept knocking on the door of expectations not knowing it was a path to get hurt.  But you my friend were a locked chamber of secrets, A glowing goblet of fire; Abridged with the warmth of body wrapped in the chains and stinging wires.  I've lost my muse to circumstances that were beyond my repair,  Which only introduced me to the world's endless despair; To the wound that my heart could not heal,  My feelings that you could not feel, My muse took me to the world where he stood happy looking at me bleed.  Once who touched me so wild, now keeps his hands off me,  Oh you don't have an idea of my pain when his body was just 'trying hands on me',   But I still boast his scratches on my heart as precious as 'the last judgment' of Michelangelo, I still relive him in me, like you are hooked to the Adele's song, 'Hello'.  While his muse cha

There's a fight within me and I'm unable to decide. Am I desperate or not?  Desperate to be in a situation through which I've witnessed my different ages of attraction or desperate to stay the way I am in the world of imaginations.  Am I greedy or not?  Greedy to have that one little thing, which has hurt me till the core of the entire universe or to let the other world experience what is it to see a meteor coming towards you but still watch it?  Am I obsessed or not?  Obsessed with the fact that universe will have to fit my bright future in the frame that I have designed on my heart's wall or is it my over empowering emotion that takes the toll on me and keeps me Obsessed with the pain I have harboured over the years.  There's a fight within me where I tangled myself in the web of the world, knitted with self-doubts and so much of stress.  There's a fight where I see a lot like me, finding their way out through the same questio

Hold on, You can take a break, From all the mess that I’ve made, But I say, Stay, because I know you love me somewhere Enough to let go, of all those bitter Memories. To let go, Of all wrongs I’ve done  And go back to the time We have spent together, before this night ends. You were right, The pain of losing someone dear, Is unbearable I realise it now, as I’m losing you to her, I know, I don’t have the right to hold you back But I tell you, she’s not going to know Your scars hidden under my lipstick mark, Your snorts in middle of your mad laughs That your eye balls turn red of cig smoke And you like when I bite you, where you know. Even I have never opened up to someone Like I did to you, Just to let you know, So, let’s go back to what you’ve forgotten About me and you, Before birds start to chirp, time of our ‘corporate’ life starts ticking, Before usual things come between us, Let’s live us, for the last time, before

-   There is something weird about pictures At times, they are a memory and sometimes a pain. They evoke emotions you want to forget, Erase happy moments in a snap, And in a moment, turn you upside down, Like, if you’re happy it makes you sad And vice-versa. We click pictures of what we love, right? Selfies too fall into the same category, if I am not wrong, Then why people disappear from pictures? For several months, same faces share a picture together, And within a time period, the face changes, Why? You know, I too had a picture very dear and near, And every picture, like they say, spoke millions of words. But now when I see them, they are so shallow. While I smile in every picture like he is the one, his smile, His smile is that of those people, who just adjust, These kinds are not really a part of the memory you’ve created, But in that moment, you just feel so happy that you don’t notice. Anyway, so when I just go through

She is the lotus I found in muddy pit Blooming irrespective of world’s glitch Hid behind the bushes so quiet Shied away from even the sunlight I was a sunflower, attracted to fake light Never listened to her chirps or chit-chats When reality struck me hard, I took a corner Falling apart, with no support or shoulder Her petal fell apart to give me shadow Said I don’t have to be the only to swallow The hard times, words and shit that people gave me She became the precious one to shame, blame even praise me.   Time went by, we grew closer For a sunflower like me, she become the soldier She healed me and I too heard her long stories of sorrows And one fine day, she was over everything and I was still standing with my past ghosts. I didn’t like it, I really didn’t, I swear But she was somebody for whom I cared So, I didn’t create rifts, I still loved her But her words were like swords at times and sometimes, I don’t know I just wonder.

I hope you find someone whose eyes take you to the beauty of Galaxy,  Makes you think of stars, roses, all those beautiful things that are usually associated with romance.  And when the greys, Browns and all those dark shades of life takes away your smile, she, with a magical wand, just do something stupid to make you smile and send those grey clouds wandering over your sunshine to a far away land.  I hope you find someone who covers up your mistakes,  erase them and write a story that makes you a hero, Become a shield to your scars and a chest to keep your secrets.  When you take your sexy side, she melts like a yummy dark chocolate and gives you immense pleasure, Takes the ball in her court when required, but also gives away her sword the very next moment for you.  When you are confident, happy and feel like a king, she equally gets strong, When you break down and want to stay in your hideaway, she becomes the door you can lock to not let the world look at

Knocking on your window When the sun shines on your face The Rays wakes you up from your sweet dream phase You'd find me holding a cup of tea for you, Kissing your nose and making your every day forever new. When you move out of your blanket to dress yourself up, Slip your strong feet in those soft slippers, Rub your eyes and hold your face, You'd find me thinking 'oh such a cute face' I'd find you the best pair of shirt n pants, Give you a matching tie, oh you don't know, you've got looks like nobody else, Flush at the thought of watching you drying yourself, I wish, I was the towel instead. At times I'd wish, you wish not to bathe alone, You've no idea I've thought about everything of what can be done under the shower, I've been naughty, you know that. I prefer being cute, well that's my choice. When you'd comb your hair, Or polish your shoes, Well, it's a boring thing, but you make it so beautiful, To l