atyasrama

[atyasrama]

What roams in unchained streets and aisles, there sought a lamp, flickering in fogs and noises of empty kicked bottles, among rats and polyester on moist bricks.

A soul so convinced to fly, forgets the wings of desolation, smothered in advocacy of life--in books, theatres and temples.

[atyasrama]

At this point,

I feel like I need to someone I can give all my love to

But everyone that comes, has no space to contain them

And the less I give, The more empty I become

If she were to stay, I would tell her

Each morning and each night,

How beautiful the sky looked under the halo

Of our kisses and her wet apron

But she has to go and I cannot make her

Stay with me till sunsets

[atyasrama]

Don't you ever get lonely?

One fine Thursday, as I got up from my bed, the first question that was asked to me was "Don't you ever get lonely?", and I no longer had answer to it. It was end of an era, but also a beginning of the other. No, I said to myself, I might feel it sometimes, I cannot dwell in it, though the solitude and distance was tempting. When I apprehended my love for sky, it was an ensemble of dark clouds, thunder, halo and all that comes in sunshine and rainbows, and that is why, all that mattered was my acception of it--in tides and in calms.

[atyasrama]

We are all lost, searching for August in November.

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Blessings

We spent the nights, in arms

With love and promises of tomorrow.

We knew, there wasn't another day for us,

But we, protected our night, in joyful lies, of warmth and cuddles, and kisses and wonders.

Just to let the heart believe, it was loved.

[atyasrama]

Isolation,

Being yourself even in the crowd,

Has led to finding irony even in despair.

[atyasrama]

There might have been days where I would have screamed your name, etched in my arms,

But now, as you disappear, I can only so whisper.

[atyasrama]

So it was the battle between eyes and lips,

Little did I know, how my heart lost the war.

[atyasrama]

It was so simple

So mild,

As if untouched dandelions.

Would it not fear,

The hard breeze,

The panting breathes.

So mild.

So wild.

In her twenty and troubled!

[atyasrama]

Only if you saved yourself, as you saved others.

[atyasrama]

Now you see

What should have hurt, did not.

Rather was stranded,

Not by those around

But by himself

In infinity he searched,

They were not real.

Her touch, voice and hair,

All in his head.

She was never really there.

[atyasrama]

Why? Why can you not love yourself the way you love the world around you?

[atyasrama]

And because you have seen those repressed tears,

The choking of voices with silence in every other words,

And because you have seen those shrieks and mutter against yourself,

And, but because you walked your hell,

You know, what being kind means.

You know, being a little kinder is all it takes.

[atyasrama]

If the world was enough for you to leave

When the song was bitter for you to hear

As the note ends near, i loose my breathe

As you danced by the room

The radio aint loud

I tried to hit the note

Cant make a sound

Then you come over

Lean on me hold my head kiss on me

In gentle reminder of Thursdays

[atyasrama]

There's darkness, twigs and thorns around me,

Muddy ridges and stony steps,

Beneath all those perils, blooms Bougainville

In pinks and purples.

[atyasrama]

They were lost searching November in July.

[atyasrama]

Each day I wake up

And act like there's something good in me.