She.

As i sit back on my lawn, letting the grass grow around me, unknowingly gazing at the streetlight ahead which is rather merely glowing, seducing the melancholic darkness; observing people around me, people sedated by monthly salaries;

And I’m swayed to her thoughts again, just like any other moment. An angel i never dreamed of yet dreamt, a girl i never imagined to love;

So how does she turn my heart into a raging beast, pounding and clutching my ribs with every touch?

For i braved to look beyond her skin, scars and bones, to gaze at her soul, which was a bouquet of all beautiful things which humans couldn’t dare to dream of.

She always questioned herself of not being good enough.

For

She is art,

She is poetry,

She is better.

-animesh

Yellow

♪ it was all yellow ♪

looking out through the window, i kept aside my headphones.. the haze outside waiting to smother my favourite book lying across the bed..

suddenly the heart-rending clouds swept in an epiphany, memories swayed like waves of the ocean and a realization creeped in that I’m nothing more than a mere constellation of tragically forgotten truths..a collection of dreams that were consigned to oblivion..

so, i put on my headphones again, remembering all the times my mom told me i deserved the best..

“Devour me”, i closed my eyes and screamed while a coldplay song gradually started healing all the brokenness within..

-animesh

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Half Past Dead

with a ruined mascara she kept sliding fingers across her cellphone screen.. staring at men who failed to love her swept by like tides, one by one..

but I swear, if it were me, I’d shed my skin, my bones, till the very beat of my heart is visible to make you realize how severely I wanted to take the beauty of your soul to my grave..

because, I relentlessly believed that you had madness sprinkled on your bones..but, there was no one daring enough to penetrate into the wilderness..

every night I spent hours to create words that’d let you unearth the hidden magic in you..yet, the amalgamation of ink, paper and cigarette ashes failed to fuel the warmth of your body..

by the time I looked at the clock, it was half past dead..

-animesh

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Shades of men

for the umpteenth time she whispered, “I’ll never fall in love again!”

…but like the clock’s pendulum which kept her from falling asleep through the darkness encased night, she kept falling in & out of love for better shades of the same man..

-animesh

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Labyrinth

how wonderful it is to walk on an estranged street on a cold winter night…

the lights showered happiness..the walkway was paved with love..the only stranger was his shadow walking by, skipping through the dry leaves..

ah! and then amidst the zigzag of alleys came a cul-de-sac..

in that moment, the silence made his bones clutter & he understood that walking through the boiled-down infinity of life was no different than walking on a windy winter night..

the snow lying on the ground was like a quilt begging him to go to sleep..

yes,life is a labyrinth waiting to be escaped..

-animesh

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21st century love

what’s more disappointing than falling in love in our generation?

we have all fallen in love through radio waves..made love by tapping a screen..and discovered souls through digital photographs..

and, amidst all of it, unfriended soulmates..

-animesh

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Music engraved life.

“♪oh, when I look back now, that summer seemed to last forever♪”, and suddenly a myriad of memories sheathed the song..how I once loved a dinner with parents, how fear crept in while dad slowly faded away through the school bus window..

and now, the darkness of the night only comes down to us, hopelessly staring at our cellphone screens, trying to make sense of our loneliness..

and, someday in the near future, while we are still drunk on meliorism, everything will come to an end…

then the exploding supernovae will whisper the universe a story, how science blew out the candle of love..

-animesh

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