End Of Night

Walking along the pavement, listening to each other,

we will not sleep tonight, just for the joy of insomnia.

The end of night will be tougher, but we will spend the time

talking to each other, being honest and welcoming the sun.

There will be moments when we will be silent for most of the time,

but wait for me while I write you a poetry and dance in the kitchen,

boiling eggs, making bad rotis and looking for late night take away,

there wont be any dull moment, till we approach the end of night.

Love will keep us awake, love will fill the corners of our room,

the hours will be quite after our passion collides, our world will close,

when the world outside wakes up to mundane activities and rush,

the first train passes outside, while we celebrate the end of night.

Last Page Scribbles – Note 1

1. WATERWAYS 

Someday,

I’ll bid goodbye to this land of melancholic whores

And go to a place

Where a huge tide will take me along

And I will meet new people and write new tales.

I will live a new life in a different time zone

running away from the place I call my home

to a place where I might find some love.

I will draw sketches of that mystical shore,

where white waves hit the rock and split.

I will sing a song to praise the beauty of the place

A place where heaven will fall before my eyes.

2. NIGHT BOOK

 

“Are you asleep?” I ask.

“No” you say.

A star was shining above,

The leaves withered around me,

And your breath was like a melody

in the still midnight.

“I could close my eyes”

“And die here in your arms” you say.

Nightwalker

Little drops of rain fell from the heaven on a strange cold midnight

Little creatures crawl near the damaged crops while working their magic

Its a strange night where the dead has risen from a long sleep

to repair the lives of their loved ones who still cling to their memories.

 

Here I am, holding a cigarette in temptation to smoke again

If only that way I can feel your nicotine dipped lips

There is a half empty bottle of whiskey in my Jacket and I want to drink it

to feel your whiskey tongue which knew me better than my mirror.

 

The lust when you smoked with me for the first time in that February cold

And you took a drag, waiting to feel the heat while we held each others hand.

Times when you only drank whiskey when you were lost and sad and angry

And yet we finished a half bottle of Jack, neat, naked, in that February cold.

 

<Metaphysics> You are running away from life, and I am running away from death

and slowly someday our paths will collide and we will meet again

in another universe, in some other dimension where there won’t be any logic

time will freeze, and we will smoke and finish that half bottle of jack </metaphysics>

 

I am dead and you are sad and whiskey is your only companion tonight.

The grave digger rings a bell, commanding the dead to return back to sleep

I gather your scattered thoughts and try to compose you into something coherent

I am staring at your naked body from the broken window while little creatures crawl.

The Story of a night…

The scattered leaves signalled the presence of autumn in the air,

You were there, waiting for my arrival in your heavenly abode,

It was like the beginning of verses when my fingers touched you,

And a poetry was triggered in motion when our bodies met.

 

The power and the glow in your eyes was unforgettable,

Our bodies exploded with life in the dark moments of night,

tangled in messed up sheets and rising heat from our touch,

You calmed me with the evilness in your sexy laughs.

 

The coldness outside giggled for a while and left us alone, 

The clouds decided to cry as it could not bear the beauty of our love,

We danced for a while and ignored the rains and cold for a while,

Bringing the night to rest by falling asleep in each other arms.

White Night

A million laughters are heard in a faraway land

Where love is a religion and happiness resides

Where tale of melancholies are rarely recited

Where peace and tranquillity has found its abode…

 

Sadly I find myself in a bed with leads fixed to my chest

With wires dangling and chaos outside my window

The readings in my ECG dance like million fireflies

flying on a tapestry of my wounded desires and wasted blood.

 

This heart desires to see the snow clad mountains once more

My eyes wishes to blink and shine with the same enthusiasm

My legs want to embrace the same pain I had when i first climbed

This life wishes to be the same again forgetting that its broken forever

 

This hospital smells of burnt desires and forgotten hopes

I only see hopeless crying heads all around me,

My soul wishes to escape into the lonely solitary path yet again

My body feels like a helpless new born unable to run in despair

 

The days are spent in suffering of the fall I incurred on my expedition

In total loss of words and in loving the silence all around me

I am trapped behind the walls of this prison of my own making

Waiting for the night where this soul decides to leave the suffering of the body.

 

Tonight the moon is the same as it was fourteen days ago

Tonight the pain is the same as it was on that full moon night

Standing on that edge of a cliff, the moon brought light to the darkened woods

And again this white night will bring rest and light to this burning darkness.

The Memento

Lying beneath the sultry water of my desires

Ripping apart the golden chains of slavery  

There is a story each fragment of my heart cries

waiting to be heard, waiting to be written….

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The broken edges of trust denied her existence

The love kindled in this volcanic heart became ashes

My Soul was trapped in the cages of your charm

punished for a mistake that cannot be fixed…

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Our tale of fondness will be told and re-told for years long

Sung by soulful musicians and painted by solitary poets 

They’ll say the love was strong but it lost to scepticism

while I sulk to the broken chords and melody of our song

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The Sun never rise, the moon never looks beautiful

I wander aimlessly in the woods hiding from the light

Because darkness is my home and i am slave to sadness

Broken trees, falling branches and the last leaf on my tree

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The smoke from this body is lost in an unknown crowd 

In busy morgue It gazes at the people walking not my own

This lifeless body is lying in the corner of an unknown space 

Decomposed to a trash looked by all, owned by none…

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My final tunes of piano will echo in this lifeless world

I shall rise from the dead and travel to where you live free

I shall meet you in your dreams and plant an idea safely

That loneliness kills you and soon you shall be no more….

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My words found a voice today. And by voice I mean an amazing and an Incredible voice. Thank You @aaliznat. Listen to the recitation of the above post here: http://soundcloud.com/tanzila/memento-by-ankit-sharma