Unconventional Love

She stood there
the wet hairs falling down her back,
the messy kohl lined eyes staring back at her
the over sized tee soaking in the curves and crevices of the weight she carries within herself
She gazed at herself
She was the unconventional beauty
she was a flame
a bonfire
she was a revolution of love.
A silenced desire?
People leave the unconventional thing amidst ..
So was she, alone,rejected,misunderstood,"un-loved"
everyday left her floored
but still,still she never stopped reaching the glory of self-love
wanting to be her own muse
writing poems to herself....

Unrequited Love

Something stopped her from writing all this while.

Her obsession for him or his hatred for her ?

She stopped every-time the pen could have jotted down her feelings for him into words..

Because she was scared. Scared of losing those feelings merely into words.

Words which he never listened to...

She wanted them to remain within her forever.

Like beautiful scars on her heart that would remind her of the power unrequited love beholds..

He remained inside her like a never ending tale.

And she remained the same white crayon in his life: Unnoticed.

When she wanted to be a muse to him: Immortalized.

Love indeed is an illusion..

                        ---- Apurva

SHUKRIYA

Tum miley thhe mujhko kab kis din

kaise mera dil chhin lia

ye pata nahi mujhko phir bhi

uss din uss kshann ka shukriya

kya baat kahi kya baat suni

kuchh pata nahi kya kisne kiya

jo kuchh bhi kiya jisne bhi kiya

uss karne-waale ka shukriya

kaise tum mujh par mitey

kaise maine dil tujhe diya

jaise bhi mitey jaise bhi diya

mitney-dene ka shukriya

kis samay kahey tum mujhe jaana

kis wakt bani mai teri priyaa

subah shaam ka pata nahi

har shaam-subah ka shukriya

                                  - APURVA (LOST FROST)

Masked

 You have scars all over you, a few cuts on wrist,and cracks in your heart.You wear these flaws like they’ve always been there .you wear them like your diary wears ink of your poetry.It soaks the words and breathes in solace almost as if the pain they carry is not a rope tied around their neck rather,it’s like a painting you’ve kept in storage for long enough to doubt its existence but not enough to abandon those words which you wrap yourself with like a blanket in winters,raindrops in spring,and leaves in autumn.You let them consume you and break you because these scars,
wounds, and cracks they don’t present themselves.You burn in solace of the words you write and let poetry wrap you so tight in its arms that your bones start creaking
in oblivion wondering how much more
you can take until these words reach your soul and you are left with no one or nothing
to lose anymore.

Selfless Love

I saw you there smiling at someone, 

She waved at you and then both of u were gone 

My heart felt so heavy my eyes so teary, 

The feeling of losing you was so scary.

I tried not to think about it, 

Because all i can do was cry n sit.

Sit? Sit in longings of love, Pure n peaceful as symbolized by dove.

It was hard to believe on my eyes,

"don't be a fool", my brain advised.

My love for him was selfless,l sacrificed,

Happy was her cause I had tears in my eyes, 

And I stood there loathing alone in disguise.

-------- Apurva (Lost Frost)

Dear Heart

Dear Heart,

                     I hated you for the fool you are. I know you pump blood biologically and you are the reason I am Alive. But also I Hated you for reacting to all the adrenaline and oxytocin that my brain played , for beating at different rates . Its not you, its the brain who always craves , who controls the emotions, who troubles you and we end up blaming you for all the turmoil we feel. I went through a metamorphosis and I now love you for being so adamant about yourself, you are controlled by my little brain but you still do not give up, you beat, you beat accordingly, you take all the blames yet you do not complaint. You have become my sudden inspiration. The arguments that you made me come up with to defeat the world and its conspiracy is smittening. You teach me each day to not give up on despite the tumult life is making. You teach me to tackle the distress. You teach me it is okay to  want someone madly, break everyday and muster up again. People say you and brain always fight. But I see you taking the brain's action's reaction on yourself, you do not give up till you stop beating. I see a beautiful love story between you and brain. Similarly, you teach me to desire for someone till my body perishes. Strength comes with weakness, they are complementary.

yours forever

inspired soul.

Artistic love

My mind paints ur smiling cute face with those small pair of twinkling eyes infront of me so artistically that I can do nothing but crave in longingness of feeling you..

 I want to feel those lips curving up into a beautiful smile as if it's cherry blossoms.. 

I want to see myself  in those dark black eyes like if the darkness is drowning me into it..

I want to feel the warmth of your breath near me as if the rain is showering fertility on a barren land ..

I want to smell you as if the essence of sandlewood is adding fragrance to the deserted forest.. 

I want to hold you so close that we become inseparable like moon and sky.. 

I want to grow inside you like a pearl inside a shell: bright, worthy and beautiful.. 

I want to be in love with you till eternity: in and after life 

I want to hold your hands and walk till the end of the Earth 

I want to exist between your blood and muscles.. 

I want our love to outshine everything and brighten up our lives 

I want to immortalise our love.. 

 Will my fantasies come true ?

Or will this artistic face would be someone's but not mine?