SILENCE

You know, there are many things to be told to her. I wish I could say it all to her. Though I claim that, it’s all simple to say her all these things, if I want to. But, it is not that easy. Hope, sometime, she will drop in here and read it all by herself. This is all about her and this is all about me. In my life there is nothing more than these words. These words are all I have ---

A story without love is not worth telling.
Had Love been Poetry, I would have written songs.
When things go wrong and I am clueless, I wish I could look into your eyes.

Why the hell did I fall in love with you?
If I could buy love, I would have bought you selling all my fortunes.
I don’t want to fall in love with you. I just want to like you more than I like anything else in this world.

I feel tired when I find you dull.
The way, you look at me and smile… O My My!!!
If I am alone, I am with you & if I am with you, I am alone.
If you feel that I am sad, you must know that I am thinking of you.

When you feel that I am not looking at you, just call me up. I am dreaming about you.
I can’t forget your eyes, your smile, your tresses, your looks, your tastes, your smell, your face, your words, your earrings, some colours related to you, and my name.

You have diabolic presence. You snap my worlds into pieces.
If you want to grant me one thing, then please, I want your happiness.
You look awesome in Blue, in Black, in White, in Brown, in Pink. Actually, Colour is meaningless.

When I look at you, I believe that I will have you with me some day.
Sometimes, I wish I could keep you with me. But, then I think of you and I let you go, the way you want to go.

There have been moments in my life when I lost many things and I was sad. But this time when I met you, I lost myself and have become the happiest guy in this world.
You must be thinking that you have never told me that you love me and still I am telling you that I am happy. I would like to tell you that happiness is not about getting things; rather it’s about looking at things.

If got a rebirth, you will be my girl friend. Because, in this life, you are everything for me except my girl friend.

SILENCE

I wish I could keep you by my side,
N’ could look thru’ your eyes,
All day, All night…

A day without you, A day alone.
A day which holds, Memories of you.
N’ day which is tough to end.

I wish I could keep you by my side,
N’ could look thru’ your eyes,
All day, All night…

Just one moment, N’ things unwrap.
Paving a way, Like a thin strap.
N’ life which is dumb to haul.

I wish I could keep you by my side,
N’ could look thru’ your eyes,
All day, All night…

I crawl, Still I move to you,
Sudden impacts, Deepen my blue.
N’ heart about to succumb.

I wish I could keep you by my side,
N’ could look thru’ your eyes,
All day, All night…

White, black, Brownish & pink,
Shades of laughter, Shades of wink.
N’ I know I am looking for stars.

I wish I could keep you by my side,
N’ could look thru’ your eyes,
All day, All night…

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I SURRENDER..


When I see my words suffer
When I see tears on my face
I decide to fight, I decide to defy.
But when you say
You love me not
I surrender
To the palate of fate
I surrender.
When I see my desires suppressed
When I see my dreams depressed
I decide to rise, I decide to fly.
But when you say
Love we share not
I surrender
To the raven of death
I surrender.
When I see people confronting me
When I see myself loosing to the sea
I stand straight, N' I swim
But when you say
For me you care not
I surrender
To the battle of life
I surrender.

I have learned so much from them, I have written so much about them.. Thanks to my friends who are the inspirations for my poetry!! These pieces are Mine but somehow not mine because these pieces have been written about others..

What I saw, What I felt, & What I perceived, are the foundation stones of my writing. I don't write anything new. I write what is already a past for someone. I write what has already been dreamed by someone. I think those people would have written these things better than me... But unfortunately, they don't do poetry! I don't know why!!

If you think that Amartya is good, then they would have been better... Without wishing to sound conceited, if you think that Amartya is the best, then they would have been better than the best! So, I request those guys (keeping their names a secret), to come forward and try their hands at the art called POETRY. If they really feel these things to their heart and soul, they surely can write better than the best! Just do it! You can feel these things. You are not an Escalope..
That's all for today!

One thing! Can I hope that when you read my blogs, you transform into a better "YOU"; That you feel these things and learn atleast something from it; That you pray for those people who are not winning it all; That you are happy for those who have won it; That you share the joys and sorrows of all those people about whom I write; That now you sometimes drop a few precious droplets of water down your cheeks for others?

My Escalope intends to make you cry when your friends cry. My Escalope wishes to revamp this society into a place where we feel for others, where we not only know words but also the emotions hiding behind those words... A society where, If we say we care for you, WE MEAN IT... Thank You! :)