…It wasn’t just for a while.

You have your own magical way,

To turn around my any terrible day.

You make all the nasty things go away,

When you just say a simple ‘Hey’.

When I look deep into your eyes,

I see a beautiful and infinite sky.

Just a glance of you makes my beats rise.

I know for sure all these feelings aren’t lies.

Only you know,

How much my love for you each moment grow,

Like a river, in its slope flows,

My feelings for you, never seem slow.

 If  beauty were inches, You have gone for miles,

It’s my turn to catch before going out of style

I’m going to set you in my heart for speed dial,

To make you believe that my love was not just for a while. 🙂

~ Sahil Lakhmani

Meant To Be Together…

~ Writix

You asked me the possibilities of us parting ways. I looked into your eyes, put my hand on your cheeks, and told you that the possibilities were many, since life is unpredictable but somethings are just meant to be together, like us and that it is not necessary that things always have to go different ways, because somethings last forever, if you make them to.

Who are you?

~Marta Vidiari

Who are you when you sleep? .. ⠀
There are two lives, for you and for me, ⠀
In one you think a lot, ⠀
and in another thoughts play with you. ⠀ ⠀

This is the world where you close your eyes, ⠀
and you open completely different doors with them … ⠀
you just go inside yourself, ⠀
You open another self … ⠀
And while you sleep, you’re happy there, you can afford it! ⠀
When you wake up, you see the reflection of another self … ⠀
Who are you when you’re not sleeping? … ⠀

Falling for you, Once Again

~ Sahil Lakhmani

He never gave up on her.

She never gave up on him.

It’d be better if it was a story of two people instead of three.

He gathered courage, they met finally. He carried a ring, and she, her wedding card.

Turmeric on her hands, and a slit on his wrist. Every morning he promised himself to let her go. Every night it was his pen, paper and her, again.

Finally he rested his pen, took one last look at her wedding photo and jumped out of the window. “Falling for you, once again.”, the suicide note read.

Let this, for you, be poetry…..

When pens and quills have all grown cold
take autumn’s glades of gleaming gold,
where fragrant fires and balmy breeze
do burn and breathe through trembling trees;
let this, for you, be poetry.

While lovers ‘neath the pearly moon
still sigh and sing and sweetly swoon,
with lips, that laugh and love and tease;
when beauty breathes from hearts like these;
let this, for you, be poetry.

When swifts and swallows swoop in spring
and skylarks soar aloft to sing,
while sun sets silent off the shore
and sea does seethe and rave and roar;
let this, for you, be poetry.

One day, when all the poets die
and in their graves the poets lie,
upon the heath, go fill your arms,
with honeysuckle’s tender charms;
let this, for you, be poetry.

~ Sahil Lakhmani

Sing Me To Sleep

~Neha Lekhak

𝑺𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝑰 𝒔𝒍𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒂 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕
𝑶𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒑𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒚 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒐𝒘𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒏𝒆

𝑫𝒂𝒚 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒊𝒅𝒅𝒍𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕
𝑾𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒎𝒚 𝒔𝒍𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒆𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒆𝒍𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔 𝒎𝒚 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔

𝑺𝒆𝒆𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆
𝑰 𝒃𝒖𝒊𝒍𝒅 𝒄𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒍𝒆𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒊𝒓

𝑴𝒚 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒍𝒚, 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒐 𝒅𝒐𝒖𝒃𝒕...
𝒉𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓, 𝒊𝒕 𝒎𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒃𝒆 𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒅 

𝑽𝒊𝒔𝒖𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒛𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒚 𝑮𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒆𝒏 𝒐𝒇 𝑬𝒅𝒆𝒏
𝑨 𝑼𝒕𝒐𝒑𝒊𝒂, 𝒎𝒚 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒅 

𝑰𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒍𝒚 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒏𝒊𝒂𝒄 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒆 𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔 
𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝑰'𝒅 𝒇𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒚 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒔𝒍𝒆𝒆𝒑, 𝒐𝒏𝒄𝒆, 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒂 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆…

𝑨 𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒍 𝒎𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔 
𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒄𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒃𝒓𝒂𝒍 𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒅𝒚 𝒈𝒍𝒖𝒕𝒕𝒐𝒏 
"𝑰𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒊𝒕 𝒂 𝒇𝒐𝒐𝒍'𝒔 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒆 𝒚𝒆𝒕?", 𝒎𝒚 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔, 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒔𝒂𝒚, 𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒈𝒈𝒍𝒆 

𝑨𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒂 𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒖𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒍, 𝑰 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒐𝒍𝒆 𝒎𝒚𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇
𝑰𝒇 𝑰 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒅𝒐 𝒊𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕, 𝑰'𝒅 𝒃𝒆 𝒂 𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒄𝒊𝒂𝒏 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒃𝒍𝒆

𝑴𝒚 𝒇𝒂𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒍
𝑻𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒚 𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒔, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒃𝒍𝒆
"𝑺𝒖𝒑𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆, 𝒔𝒖𝒑𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒔", 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒎𝒚 𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒆𝒔 𝒈𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓...
𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒓𝒏, 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒚𝒆𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒄𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒊𝒄𝒍𝒆

"𝑪𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒘𝒆 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒂𝒔𝒍𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒆𝒇𝒖𝒍𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒍?“, 
𝒎𝒚 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒅𝒔 𝒎𝒖𝒓𝒎𝒖𝒓 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓
𝑾𝒆 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒘𝒂𝒇𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒍,
 𝒎𝒚 𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒊𝒏 𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒖𝒔, 𝒕𝒐𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒂𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒆 𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒊𝒔 𝒎𝒚 𝒐𝒘𝒏
𝑰 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒄𝒖𝒓, 𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒅𝒓𝒊𝒇𝒕𝒔 𝒂𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕

"𝑻𝒘𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒓", 𝒂𝒔 𝑰 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒚𝒂𝒘𝒏.