Panorama In Blue

I'm in awe of you.
I'm in awe of every little thing you do, like how you curl your hair and how ravishing you look in blue.
I'm in awe of every little detail about you.
I'm in awe of her hair, eyes, and skin. I'm in awe of every distinctive hue.

I'm in awe of all the mesmerizing tranquilities you possess, despite the fact I only get to witness a few.

To see your smile must be a wonderful view for someone who gets to be around you, with all your beauty, you must look like a panorama in blue.


 I'm smitten by how you stare, like you care, you're always there, whenever I need you.

I'm smitten by the fact you are my closest friend. I'm by the fact you help lost causes and rescue kittens.

I'm smitten by how choose to preserve my sanctity and continue to be my sanctuary.

I'm smitten by the fact you are the woman for all seasons and not just February.

Out of all things iI could pretend to be with you, I choose to be vulnerable and true.

To embrace you and tell you how I feel. To share the warmth I have is the only thing wanna do, for all it's worth, you must feel like a panorama in blue.

I'm bewitched by your strength, your courage.
I'm bewitched by how no constraints can ever be your cage.
I'm bewitched by the fact that you have the youth of a child yet knowledge of a sage.

I'm bewitched by the words you whisper to me, and then you become poetry on a page.

I'm bewitched by the magic in you and the miracles you do.

To shower you full of surprises, to witness a few sunrises, to be done with all the disguises and to to finally give in to all the plans I have for you. You must dream like a panorama in blue.

I'm aroused by your brilliant mind, your thoughts divine, and the notions you bind.
I'm aroused by how you are tough you are, yet you treat people's minds.

I'm aroused by everything about you that is free and wild.
For all intentions and purposes, you are one of a kind.

The symphony of emotions you have started paying in your heart turns into melancholy when I'm not near you.

To drown in your company, to get lost in your eyes, and to engage in your thoughts are my favorite things to do. For all the extent of my imagination and belief, you must taste like panorama in blue.


©writernova

Seven -Eleven

I was thinking about you last night, how you always save me when I feel lost.

Or maybe I was lost, so I was thinking about you.

I was thinking how much fun would it be to get lost together in a city as anonymous to us as we are to them.

We would divulge the food, the people,  the art, and the culture of that place till there is left for us to sink in.

We would witness the night in our favourite shade of whiskey.

We would taste every palette of the moonlight sky, till we memorise the aftertaste of it all.

We can travel through a lifetime of thrills till we hit a dead-end at seven in the morning.

Our hungry exhausted soul would light up as we come across a dimly lit Seven-Eleven.

We would be in our flawed vulnerable headspace, basking in each others company with whatever bit of sobriety we have left.

With no demons left to kill, no secrets left to spill. We gonna chill through the momentary bliss that we stole from the world which doesn't understand our language.

As we sit on the floors of that Seven-Eleven, you will smile at me and I will smile at you, and hopefully, we will see each other again.

My Gypsy Friend

Hi gypsy women, where are you off to now?
Who is it that calls your soul? The sands of the desert, or the waves of the shores?

She doesn't share the sun and the moon. She keeps a whole universe to herself, riveting every planetary phenomenon, choreographing every constellation, befitting of being called a masterpiece.

I hope she opens the door someday revealing the beauty of who she really is. I wished to be called upon by my gypsy friend who stays far away. I hope to see the empires blue and the skies grey with her.. I hope to travel with my gypsy woman someday.

We are Nuclear..

I don't know whether the glass is half empty or half full.All I know is I'm drowning in in my emotions and I'm done playing it cool.

I feel my passions for you burning inside my body like Tapanuli fever.I pour myself a glass of wine and cry me a river..

I touch my burnt cigarette with my lips one last time before it flickers away.

Just like I did with you before it all ended in flames.Even if I light a new one it still feels the same.

All the roads I take for exile are shipwrecked by the reminiscences of the sweet words which you used to whisper in my ears when we couldn't get enough of each other.

We had enough of each other I guess,plutonic notions exploding like reactors to a nuclear fission, swearing our atoms won't ever get close to each other ever again.We subjected our love to entropy, sparing each other another lifetime of pain.

©writernova

Zendaya

My world is very different from yours, lightyears apart, theorically doomed, practically not feasible to co-exist.

But we do share the light of the same star, shade of the same sky in the same universe don't we?

May be you are my reckoning,  or just may be you are the miracle that I was hoping for all along..

The times  I have pushed you away to save myself,  are the times I wanted to seek solace in arms..

But why do I feel tangled in your thoughts when I promised myself I will never go down that road again.. 

For I'm lost, in love, confused and in denial about my feelings for you, making sure not to make you aware of the power you have over me.. 

You make me weak on my kness yet when I'm with you give me the courage to face the world with all their eyes judging me..

Not a day goes my when I don't want to tell you the truth, that You mean much more to me than I let the world to believe..

The truth that there is a part in me which believes in you more than my insecurities..

We are fight a cold war, you and I, and sadly we both are losing in this entropy of madness.

But be it winning or losing and everything in between, I want to do it all with you,every day every week, every season, surrendering to my unscathed notions which rebels against every reason which tells me we can't be together..

We are doomed ,you and I.

Doomed to either fall in love or fall apart, Doomed to see this through, or break each other's heart..

©writernova

Hunger Games

I'm hungry my love,
for the love you're supposed to give,
for the life we were supposed to live..
I'm starving for that intimate walk,
that first kiss where you'll be out of breath,

and I will be on my knees..
I'm famished, for I fear our time never came
and our emotions vanished..
Did it get too real too soon?
Did I lose even before I got a chance to participate?
Or is it one those outbursts that I'm going to regret..
If I don't call on you, would you stay?
Will I again come home to the cruel tunes of fate?
Is it a disease though?
I thought you're the cure.
You ever present aura was kind enough to heal me..
Now this sudden abstinence from you is killing me from the inside..
I'm stuck, stuck in a motel of memories turning toxic by the second,
unhinging my senses to a state of numbness..
Is it true that the door is closed?
Is it true that you don't want me anymore?
Did I ever matter?
Would you be alright If I shatter?
Cause you were the one who fixed me up piece by piece..
As you chose you forget me,
as you chose not to keep me ,
allow me turn into dust,
a pile of lifeless debris with only the reminisces of a bittersweet
aftertaste of a benovalent tragedy..

Banjara (Masaan Tribute)

Main ek banjara banjara re,
Koi sarhad na kinara re,
Doobta sa ek sitara re
Farishta tha ab bigad gaya..
Asmaan se gira,toot ke bikhar gaya,
Putla tha moum ka, pighal gaya..
Main banjara banjara re,
Banjara banjara re..


Hum chalte the dheema dheema, chota sa wazir tha..
Sukh, dukh toh hote hai paraye apna toh sirf asmaan aur zameen tha..
Bin shayari ki guzar rahi thi zindagi, kuch panno ne meri kahani se mila diya..
Ek meethi si goonj uthi, aur roote ko bhi hasa diya..
Jab jazbaato ki khirki khuli, usme mein apna ghar basa liya..


Main ek banjara banjara re,
Koi sarhad na kinara re,
Doobta sa ek sitara re
Ek jeet thi vo bhi fisal gaya..
Achanak ek more aya, hum ko chorr ke sab nikal gaya..
Main banjara banjara re..
Banjara banjara re..


Ek perr ke niche kabhi kabhi mila karti thi zindagi hum se,
Uss per k tale hi thadhak thi, uss per k tale hi rahat thi..
Ek andhi ayi, per ko jaala diya..
Jale tum bhi , jale hum bhi..
Ek pal mein sab kuch mita diya..
Bas ehesaaso ki jo rakh bachi, vo reh/bujh gayi banke dhua dhua..


Main ek banjara banjara re,
Koi sarhad na kinara re,
Doobta sa ek sitara re
Kho diye unko jo kareeb the,
Hum toh aise mareez the,
Ki lakeer ne jab daga diya,
Dil ne ansuyon se waha kiya.

Main banjara banjara re..
Banjara banjara re..
Main ek banjara banjara re,
Koi sarhad na kinara re,
Doobta sa ek sitara re..
Banjara banjara re..
Main ek banjara banjara re..