Papercuts.

Buttercup memories of yellow lit nights
Growing upon each of us magically
The wasted pain in every syllable of laughter
Wondrously vanishes as we drive through

The chilly air kissing our bare tanned skin
Reminiscing an afternoon of floating feather light
Affording to lose a little precious time
We stand interlacing thoughts apart wide
Closely we hold on, counting each breath
Because we know that after all
We aren't peas of the same pod
Love isn't found in a hopeless place
We are but paper cuts on each other
Meagre but painful and impressive
Colour changing but short-lived
No matter how long we stay together
We are different, each have anew way to go....

Shades of Happiness

Bold strokes of Winsor across the canvas, blended with a tinge of Zinc and dark hues of Sap for the shadows. This patch of Green making the bottom of the painting..

These colours intermingle, like Orange and Scarlet during an amiable sunset.

Cobalt and Flake White are dabbed into the cold, colourless background. The sky now looks cloudy as if it was soon gonna rain. The dabbing so magical that it looks real.

A streak of warmth is surprisingly added, as rays of the Cadmium Yellow sun are pulled down from the canvas' corner.

The lonesome, lifeless painting brightens up, like warm Red-Ochre afternoon sunlight breaking in through the window. A crawling, curious boy is painted, his Rosy cheeks and Hazel eyes perfectly done to reflect the Carrot Orange sunlight hitting his face. The fusion of Burnt Sienna and Yellow Ochre match his full sleeved shirt to his overgrown hair.

A slash of Iridescent White shaped into a goose with a Golden beak, the colour echoed by its webbed feet. Shades of Grey are let to grow into the White, giving the goose its healthy volume. The eyes are done, at last, with a spot of Ivory Black.

The painting glows, and the ambitious painter looks at it. It was done! A masterpiece! A few tints of different shades, and happiness is painted. Every colour has its implication, but a painting gives each one a new meaning every time it is used. Every hue is a shade of happiness, either now or later, embrace it, always.

Footprints I carry

Frivolous December mornings, a year back, recalled
Memory flashing bright, the time of holiday
Careless bright colours adorning shapeless bodies
Happiness like birthday balloons floating in air
A teenager, the snow on her red hushed faces
A cotton coat too slight for a snowy white morning
Numb fingers feel the icy cold walls and trembling fingers
Struggling to make the slightest movement of an inch
As she gently lay her fingers on the snowman
That her overexcited sister made
She started to feel the essence of the cold, its beauty
And she laid down on the snow as the sun broke in
Filling the silvery essence with bold hues of red..

Life is like this, As quickly as something grows onto you
Another breaks in, too tough to realise, too easy to like..

More than a Dream

The lover's poise
Hand around my waist
Hair let loose
A peck on my neck
Now hands intertwined
Strengthening a bond
Turned and now I'm hugged
Runs his fingers down my spine
Passionate eyes look into mine
Careful hands hold me together
Then he lets go of me
And I walk into the dark
Fading away into oblivion
Unknowingly, yet steadily

A gift wrapped air tight container
My definition of this love is
Can not let you go, can not hold on tight
It is in somewhere between
Where everything falls into place,
Where everything just seems simpler and better.

Cold in Warmth

The afternoon warmth wrapping her up in softness of sleep
Toes crammed in and bundled up she sits in bed
After the storm last night, everything had changed
Her eyes liquefied in tears like blobs of sorrow
Her slender fingers hold her knees close to her face
The floral printed bed cover absorbs the wetness of her tears
And she weeps into her arms like she owned nothing but him
The hollowness in her soul reflects the beauty of togetherness
Worn out by separation and destruction
Curled up in a warm clothed sweater
She sits up feeling nothing but the cold while it was so warm..

Fear is a state of mind

Happiness is a state of mind
Fear also is a state of mind
The choice was hers....

Wanting to break free
From bond unknown

From shackles that keep her tied..

From wounds that shall never heal

Wanting to go that extra mile

To prove him wrong

To make him feel guilty
She knows,

Happiness is a state of mind
Fear also is a state of mind
The choice was hers....

But she was broken
Dead inside

Too numb to react to what he does

So she stand there still
Her eyes shut

Involuntary prayers run in her mind
Saying,

Happiness is a state of mind
Fear also is a state of mind
The choice was always hers...

This time she needs to stop it

This time she needs to stop him

She needs to feel free
She needs to fly

He is closing in
He is an enemy attacking
Her mind says,

Happiness is a state of mind
Fear also is a state of mind
The choice was still hers...

Locked in thoughts
A fearing mind, numb

But a brave-heart she is
Fighting till the end
It hits her that weakness was within her
Her limits were what she set for herself
And she believes,

Happiness is a state of mind
Fear also is a state of mind
The choice was just hers....

So
She escapes, she runs, far away
Away.. Away from the fear
Away from herself
Away from everything that held her
Because..

Happiness is a state of mind
Fear also is a state of mind
The choice was hers
And she chose
Happiness..

Unanswerable Nothingness

Everyone outside are celebrating a festival
Each with their own reason and each with some gain
The festival of lights and happiness has come once again
And here I am, sitting in a rock-like chair, with blank eyes
Staring at the graffiti-ed wall.. Glaring right back at me are the ABCs
My mobile flashes green light, the ring tone is intoxicating..
It brings me so close to touching it, but I resist the temptations
How sad is it to feel empty inside? How sad is it to know there's a hole?
I move back and forth restlessly.. Pick up a book and drop it in frustration
I'm unorganized, messed up, lost, torn, lonely.. Would you judge me now?
No poet I am here.. Just a heartbroken teenager with dreams too big..
So I'll let it go.
I will force myself to a huge bowl of chocolate ice cream and grow over it.
I'll let it go. Because I have to. Because I love the book and I shouldn't drop it in any frustration ever again.