They say you’ll never come back.
That my words won’t find their way to you.
And yet, I send them out into the universe.
I ignite your soul with my thoughts
and bring back to life
the fading memories of my childhood under your wings.
They say you’re gone, but only I know..
How you haunt my cups of tea.
How you paint your smile into my eyes.
How you take me on a ride back home.
To you, and me, and our cups of tea.
I close my eyes;
breathe in the fragrance I know so dearly.
And there, for a moment,
we melt together into the secrets of invisiblity.
कुछ बातें तुमसे करनी थी..
कुछ किस्से तुम्हे सुनाने थे.
एक नही, काई बार तुम्हे बताने थे..
जैसे तुम बताया करते थे..
उन्ही क़िस्सो पर बार बार तुम हस्ते थे..
बीतें पलों को याद करते थे..
ना जानते हुए की ये पल भी बीत जाएगा..
ना चाहते हुए, यह भी एक किस्सा बॅन जाएगा.
अब उन्ही क़िस्सो को याद करते हैं..
और फिर उन्हे दौहराते हैं..
जैसे तुम दुहरेया करते थे..
Favourite coffee corner in my room. For more on my instagram : @bovarysme
Cup your hands around me,
and I’ll give you warmth.
I know what your hands are seeking,
in this cold lonely world.
I know you are lost, my friend.
Let me lend you comfort on your path.
I know you’ve got a mountain to climb.
And so many answers to find.
Let me quench your thirst in this snowstorm,
with a sip of boiling enlightenment.
You got me swinging in and out :
From dreams to daylight.
So close one moment ;
then out of sight.
You got me rolling with the winds.
Setting me free my love ; I got the wings!
You got me bouncing, dancing ;
Skipping heartbeats, panting.
Breathless I come to you.
Hopeless I cry to you.
You got my cup of love filled.
Baby its overflowing!
And there it spilled!
She slept soundly through the night ;
only partially waking up at dawn.
When the cold sweet light
crept through the windows,
he filled up her mind,
appearing in dreams that were whispered
to each other, cuddled together
on sleepless nights.
If broken hearts could cry,
the tears would be bloody.
Weakness, nausea and painless pain.
Tears, straight out of the heart.
Like blood oozing out of the veins.
A bloody chest and dry eyes.
The heart growing weaker,
because thats where the pain arises.
If broken hearts didn’t have to
take permission from the brain,
to express and accept defeat.
The brain could manipulate
and shut the real deal.
But broken hearts are honest.
Honest tears of broken hearts
would speak for themselves.
And when blood oozes out,
they might call an ambulance.
The way they never would
for a teary-eyed man.
You and I are blind men,
walking on a dark road.
He who is holding the lantern,
is also testing our patience.
So don’t stop dreaming, don’t cease your hopes.
You never know how close is the end of the rope.
Keep holding on tight,
Let not the sweat shake you with fright.
Dream of the delights at the end of the road.
Let not the boat of faith drown with tempting load.