LOVE- Love is not just a four lettered word.It’s four-dimensional and much more than what is conferred. Length, width, depth and timeIt’s these dimensions that make love, sublime. Let’s talk about the life of your love now, What matters more than how long you’ve loved, is how you love.You may have been loved for a day, but if it is the love you need, it is the love that will stay! Because Love is not just a four lettered word,It’s four-dimensional and much more than what has been inferred. Width of love is broader than what is seen about loving someone.It’s about hating something about the person without hating that whole someoneGoing beyond expectations fulfilled and unfulfilled,but thriving within the boundaries of the promises of the willed. Because Love is not just a four lettered word,It’s four-dimensional and much more than what has been concurred.   Depth of love cannot be described.For some it may be deeper than the ocean, for me it is nothing but th

I AM! I am more than what you seeI am what I choose to beI am what words fail to describe I am what a mirror cannot reflectI more than what you neglect I am someone your definitions can't defineI am all those unexplored galaxies What I need is not in you but in me, within meI cannot be like anyone I don't even want to be Because I am, meI am my victories and my losses I am my strengths and my weaknesses I am my pains and my gains And still a lot remainsI am the most defined, yet! Undefined I am the most explored, yet! unexploredI am more than the color of my skinI am more than my likes and dislikes I am what any lens cannot capture so fine Coz it cannot see what lies in this potential of mineI am my brain, I am my heart, I am my soul I am humble like the summer breeze, I am audacious like any black holeI cannot do everything But I can do something I cannot be like anyone But I can be what I was meant to be, the only one You think you know me ?Sometimes I don't even know myself What paths I can take, which cei

To those loving nights With the fairy lights Magic is all that is inhaledIn this temple of emotions Resides a heart of knight Four a:m in the morning the clock strikes That was when that love arrives Not familiar with the face you always dreamt still beautiful but hard to recognise Messy hair, nerdy face, pointed eyes Dipped in sarcasm, fine like the red wine And yes it arrives and nothingness leaves finally.. And again it's all smiles, all smiles..And yes it arrives from places far away miles and miles.. And now this love reached the middle With the loudest bumping heartbeats but that silent phone Matching habits, colors and tastes like you found your clone And suddenly love made you daring to chat under the blanket..Connection so strong like the opposite poles of magnet And that first contact that takes place under the section called archived That person that doesn't feels like a person anymore but a home.. Like a bee to its beehive..And the darkest secrets start getting leaked And so the love reached its p

And yes I am tenderMy tenderness is not like that of human flesh that you stab and blood comes out slipping over my body, dragging this soul to it's endMy tenderness is like that of an oyster that you stab and pearls will come dancing over the edges of my body...And yes I am tender I am tender like a breath My tenderness is not like any other breath that you take for granted My tenderness is like that of your last few breaths where every inhale and exhale counts..And yes I am tender I am tender like the impalpable flames of fire My tenderness is not like that of those flames that give you warmth and you blow them away, once you fulfill your purpose But like the flames that will give you warmth but if you try to blow me away my sparks will drag you in this dazzling fire until every part of you doesn't get baptized in me....And yes I am tender And don't you confuse my tenderness for my weakness....It is my strength and has always been ...  

And the heaven is left in the seaAnd the sea drizzles the rain from the heavenAnd darkness surrounds your eyesBut those hands devour the touches Like a lioness just took the untrodden ways to her luscious prey to pacify her hunger Touches so meek and gentle like that of the last few leaves solacing the branches in autumn When it freezes, when it thaws You tell the nuances in the seasons by the grasping skills of smelling ,so sharp, sharper than some predator's clawAnd these fishes fly in the sullen silences of your brain And the sun might ascends , below your feet, below the laneAnd the moon might adorns the freezed hues of purple hayAnd you might rebuke ,the fact of its actual grey And these dews carry the ocean within them, curledAnd below them these grasses might be the mountains of emerald You think, you predict, you implement the signs of auguries of endings and beginnings You live in this predicament, with your spirits, swinging You were not given this world, you constructed it ..You illuminated it, wit

In the gleam of light In that stream of night I think of you, Only you In that sparkling light Through the winds of time Every breeze feels of you Only YOU. . .  

नजाने ये रास्ते कहा लेजारहे है, सपनोंकी आस दिखाकर हर मोड़ से वही ले आ रहे है, सूरज भी रास्तोंके अँधेरे मिटा नहीं पा रहा, पथरीले रास्तों पर ठोकर हर कोई खा रहा, सबको अपने सपनोका हितो सहारा है, झूठी इस दुनिया में हर कोई तसल्ली पे जी रहा है, कोई अपने करोड़ पे तो कोई रोड पे, दुःख तो हर कोई सेह रहा है, फिर भी हर मोड़ पर दिलमे एक आस रहती है, खामोश राहोपर सासोंकी आवाज रहती है. - Ketan S Vadhavane     

  I am not adrift nor am I lost  I am done wandering  But I still haven’t found that place  The stillness in me now awaits   Take me home  Take me there Show me the place  Where my soul would bare    I know not true freedom For I am chained in here  Not from now but many lifetimes  In my thoughts and mind I adhere   A wary traveller that I am Makes me even more anxious  My soul, eternal and unblemished Exactly knows where it belongs    To a place where my steps don’t stumble back in fear  But dance with leaps of joy  And sing with joyful tears    I miss my home I miss my source where only bliss and happiness flow A home with no walls of fear or anger  Is what I search with all my might alone    Take me home  Take me there I know the walk is long but It sure is worth every step   The place where all will seem serene  And joy gushes from in

Years of solitude,Short-lived euphoria.Glancing at you,The sparks in eyes turned to water drops,And I called it Panacea. My soul was your hostage,For you smoked love in the walls of my breath.Only If I could hear,Your voice,Which I named Panacea. Your departure,Bereaved me of everything that I ever owned,For you were my only wealth.And only belonging,Which I declared Panacea. Who determined our fate,No one is to be blamed.Let sleeping dogs lie,Not get emotional about goodbye.My Sun, in those shady storms,I called you Panacea.  

My beloved is alone in the strange place of theirsI left my beloved in the darkest of placesFrom where you can hardly see the roadThe forest: maze, cageAll the beasts and gamesI left my beloved in the strangest place of theirs I had been there all aloneI mingled with the beast and won their gamesIt is different since my daysThey changed the rules, they changed the gamesI left my beloved in the strangest place of theirs Beasts are stronger than ever, Cruel smirk on their face as the blood of their last prey drips down their chinThere are dreams and ambitions, dreams and ambitions on the wayAnd at the end of the lane, it was the primrose pathBut it is the darkest of places Battles are not newI would replace her the frontline if I couldI would be the vanguard if they let meI wanted to go with her at least There were dreams and ambitions, dreams and ambitions on my wayI left my beloved in the strangest place of theirs

Looking back and walking down the memory lane you will find yourself dancing below a tree with the fall of the autumn leaves....nonchalantly romancing with the barren spring inside yourself with the abstract hope of the fertile rain that will replenish the wild flowers within all those wounds you got from the thorns of the roses.... And one day u will look back and see how you felt from all those mountains you climbed so you bravely and wildly constructed a city of love, happiness and lights in the valley of melancholy silence .. A city too profound to be found...you will look back and praise yourself how did you break the window ceiling when you didn't find the key of that dark locked room..How did you fall back from that broken window ceiling but still with the ray of light and you used that light to grow your Wild Wings....so now you look back and find Miracles are not pixie dust or unicorns but everything ironically indestructible like broken ceilings, autumn leaves, mountain falls, crashed landings and d

And these scars read the stories on the abandoning of the sunshine and the arrival of the sullen pale crimson night.... The stories that could have started but ended with the starting note... And these scars sing lullaby in the midnight consumed by the destructive thoughts.... Lullaby that describes the fables of all those warriors who had a smile on their forehead in the form of the tangled frown....and these scars dance on the glance of broken wind chimes like a forlorn letting all it's notes flow deep inside it.. They tell stories that you don't want to hear, sing lullaby that doesn't make you sleep and those wind chimes make you tremble on the edge of the memory rope doing contortions..but maybe they are looking for their origin matching their traces with the finger tips of the characters in all those stories they tell .... Maybe its not the lullaby but Deja Vu of their past life of those unending ended commitments.... And maybe these scars were once the roses that were plucked and left to die..may be the

हर रोज़ से थोड़ा ज्यादा, फिर भी उनसे थोड़ा कम, बस इतनी सी मोहब्बत है उनसे !

Yesteryears hand held for the first time to holding the hand with sonsome else today! Years of living with them as mains; priority swaps at a snap of a finger! Learning to take baby steps with them to walking down the aisle with someone else beside! Falling and standing up at that place called home; is it a feeling of falling apart for a new home? The smiling faces when you cried for the first time ever to them crying today when you try holding back yours! Was I living for this day or living by this day! Ever wondered to ask; how emerging of the cacoon felt? Moments of treasure; A walk to remember!

  and exactly there he was sitting  on the footpath that tribal child in exile and those turquoise blue eyes were like that they carried the whole universe inside his cold hands and colder spine shows he belonged to a paradise but was left over in this disguise and his blonde curls holding the unanswered question for this world and that amateur soul seemed to be quite unpacified those hands of an angel were bruised  those little fingers blocked his ears as if he was hiding from his fears his face indulged with innocence his eyes silently shouting for help and that poignant heart that was too young to hate but too terrified to love but what made me curious was that lad who is supposed to be afraid of dark laid motionless suspecious with that blood and those marks and all over him blood was spitting out and lying next to him was an army of dead bodies and their bodies sprinkled blood out as if they were dead from an hour or about and then the blast was heard but till

The apple I endeavor now, Was once on my fruit bowl... But now has slipped from my hand, And gone to the darkness of no reach....