coming on your face
in this beautiful september.
i keep falling for you
for you are beautiful
and your eyes, amber.
–aaditya
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Amber
looking at your hairs
coming on your face
in this beautiful september.
i keep falling for you
for you are beautiful
and your eyes, amber.
–aaditya -
Unambiguous Ivory
In your glimmering eyes I see,
the magic of a moonlit night.
Your breath is what exists around me,
carrying my heart away like a weightless kite.
I am a hopeless romantic,
but this all isn’t random.
For Your love, is the most unambiguous one
that these cynical eyes could ever fathom.(Aaditya Bajpai, Unambiguous Ivory, Lines 27-34)
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Nothing
My love for you still whispers,
hoping that someday, it shall be heard.
And now, when it’s all said and done;
grief is the price that we pay for love.
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Yearn
Stars faded away, and even
the wind was mourning that night.
The elements of the universe, too
cried, when you went out of my sight.
Seeing me yearn for you, even
the moon bled in my plight.
-aaditya -
Red
You’re the love that I feel, and
you’re the feeling that I love.
You’re the light, lighting my flames,
and you’re the Red, in my veins.
You’re the poetry in my heart,
in hope and in times of distress;
and you’re the syaahi to my art,
and the answer to all my requests.
(Red, Lines 17-24, Aaditya Bajpai) -
Butterflies
I see me in you, with you, and for you.
You’re the chaos in my mind,
and in your love, I sink.
You’re the poem in my heart,
and my love for you is the ink.
(Butterflies, Lines 35-38, Aaditya Bajpai) -
Polaroid
With the moon sneaking up
from the ocean at night,
I remember you.
That Polaroid photo of ours
still hanging on the wall of
my bedroom, and in it, me
kissing you by the beach,
and finding solace in you.
(Poem – Polaroid, Lines 53-60, Aaditya Bajpai)all rights reserved
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Expresso
She is like the recital
of that poem which stays,
something that doesn’t need
to rhyme, still wins my heart in ways.
(𝑷𝒐𝒆𝒎 – 𝑬𝒙𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒐, 𝑳𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒔 𝟒-𝟕, 𝑨𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒕𝒚𝒂 𝑩𝒂𝒋𝒑𝒂𝒊) -
Bookstore
I was holding the book, that you
were reading on February 12.
We talked about that, while
you were sipping your coffee and
I was writing poems in my head about you,
while my tea was blossoming in the wind of love.
When we stepped out of the cafe
and walked towards the bookstore
I would worship the grounds
that you would walk on.Bookstore, Lines 33-37, Aaditya Bajpai
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Cookie
Coffee is all that you think about. You are all that I think about. Hopelessness is all that the cookie thinks about. How does that work? I don’t know. All I can do is look at you and admire your smile; eyes and your lips. You would sit and sip your coffee, while my tea blossoms in the wind of love. The cookie would desperately wait for you to hold it, but my eyes would just won’t let you leave my sight. The Vanilla cake which you love so much and I hate so much, would suddenly have the best odour that I have come across. Your essence would take over the bakery, enhancing the taste of every cake that you would look at, in the bakery.
I ? I would just keep staring at you, praying to the Cupid to just stop the time right there.
(Coffee at the bakery, Chapter 2 “Cookie”, Aaditya Bajpai)
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