When you find hope the wings come as a compliment
Copyright © Shantanu Baruah
Copyright © Shantanu Baruah
Not the scariest of the ghostly night with daemons lurking,
Nor even the thought of getting stranded forever in a faraway place.
What kills me the most is your silence,
The untold story of your unspoken words.
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I don’t love you,
Neither do I want anything to do with your life,
But whenever my mind is unimpeded,
and it carelessly wanders in some cosmic gleed,
Your thought casually comes across and I am unsure why?
And when I repose,
the shade of your infectious smile,
unceremoniously visits me,
and though it is a miscreant,
I gravel why they are so hard to bide.
I don’t want you,
Nor I have any space left in my heart for you to reside,
Yet when I don’t hear from you,
I yearn restlessly,
wonder why I am unable to put your thoughts aside,
And when you decide to appear wearing that wry smile,
imploding strife rejections to every thought I rely upon,
puzzled why I surrender against my wish to your implausible chide.
I detest you,
I despise every thought you prescribe,
But despite all the insanity,
I wish you were here by my side.
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The biggest of battles can be thwarted,
The worst of the confusions can be erased,
And many unspoken misdeeds can be resolved,
If people give conversations a priority
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Every shape of yours,
Every disposition you own,
Every smile that you ooze,
Is from a world far beyond.
Like the phases of the moon,
Mysteriously enticing,
Magically pristine,
Yet reticently chaotic,
you possess that mystic lunar Sheen.
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The flowing hair,
The glowing face,
The smile floating like a blissful grace.
The meandering talks,
The shining eyes,
The insane labyrinth of some dwam in disguise.
I sat there agape,
Lost in that trice,
How I wished the moment to freeze for some more time.
The heart oscillated like it had never before,
And the world felt like there was nothing else to behold,
I do not know how to explain,
Unsure whether I should give it a name,
Some call it love and others think it’s inane,
Some brand it,
Others label it,
And few might brandish the thought.
But for me, it was a trance,
a stupor,
an occult,
Hard to express in mere words.
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Longing is such a wasted ado. Slowly but surely, it leads you to a defeatist creed. Waiting ruins, craving detest you. It arrests your mind in extraneous perturbations.
Rather be carefree and keep doing what is right. Shed off the burden, you are never tasked to carry it in the first place.
The joy of achieving something without anticipation is much sweeter than gaining anything through the rigorous wait. For in wait time does not fly, for in wait we give away the zeal to try.
So, what would you like to be? A miserable soul or someone whom others can behold.
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Your smile made those wrinkles disappear from my wretched countenance
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Tonight, the moon is beaming its luster a shade higher than before, for everyone told the moon it has your distinct glow
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How many times I weave few words of love,
But refrain from showing you.
And those occasions when I harness some thoughts,
But abolish to express.
I often smile gazing the moon,
When I see your reflection in its shadow from time to time.
And the pitter-patter of raindrops on that windowsill,
How it reminds me of our endless talk.
The summer nights,
The starlit skies,
The evening hues,
The wilderness sights,
Every nature’s caper brings back the vivid memories,
The days of our bonding,
The trail of those beautiful times.
I try reaching out to you,
And though you are near,
Yet far away from my yearning heart
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