The reason behind equalling Pen to lips and Paper to heart is that, heart is very fragile like a piece of paper, and the lips from where we make the words come out are very sharp. Like the way, in a normal course of life, the paper looks good as long as we are writing on it with the pen gently. The moment gentleness fades away, the paper starts deteriorating. Similarly our heart is also very fragile like a paper, and if we don’t get or write words on it through our lips gently then it will get broken. That’s the essense of poetry. You will get your ideas from their eyes, and you will find words from their lips and eventually she will be engraved as a poetry in your heart, which is the paper here.
Wintertide means the times when winter subsits. We all want the winters to affect us in the ways we desire, be it in an unsympathetic way for some, or in a comfortable forgetting way for others. Winters don’t last forever. I want the winters to not last eternally, for I am waiting for my sunshine to arrive, bringing the warmth of her soul and I just want to sleep in her lap. (Spring).
I don’t want the winters to go away yet. For I still want to write about you, keep writing about you, every dusk and dawn, with a cup of tea in my hand, coffee sometimes. Winters make me make up stories about you and about how I did not fall in love with you, rather I fell in love with the idea of believing you. These stories give me words to write poetry about you and if winters are gone, where would my words come from. Like water, land and light is essential for the survival of humankind, Poetry is needed for the existence of Love, hope and magic.
You find poetry in winters and poetry comes to you in winters. Poetry is everywhere. Your hand is the ink, your eyes are the words, your lips are pen, and your heart is the paper. Believe me at last, You are the Poem.
What about the world? The world stays in its limits in winters to not disturb me while writing poems for you, about you. This “Now” is all that I have to keep writing about you, for even if we are not there, the memories of us will still exist in these poems.
But everything’s up to these winters. I am hopeful still. I’ll keep writing these winters down, and make the yellow of my diary, blue.
Adieu.
With love, Aaditya.
Wanted to share some lines from my upcoming book “A Letter To You”.
I dissolve in you, your body, and your soul dwelling into me. Staying awake amidst, the shorgul of town. Your smell, your essense is enough to put life into the dreary desert of my heart. Meeting you every now and then, it all doesn’t feel enough. For like every heart requires, the stream of blood to flow through it. I require, you to engulf within me, and our souls, they merge, so intensely, that even the cupid would fall onto earth, to seek our blessings. I want to die in you, you still keep me alive. I want to lose thyself in your darkness, thee still drag me out to light. I don’t deserve you, you still embrace every nickle of blood, that flows in me. This ain’t a filthy manifestation nor it is my search to survive. This is love, the love, within you I strive, within you I find. – aadi
Shivering, much isn’t it ? Manifesting thyself, in you. Like a leaf falling, in Autumn, knowing, will die, yet falling. This all never ends, the manifestation, of you. Every page of my book, bleeds, you. For it shall never be dead, in my head, it shall stay. The love, that I felt, I feel, I have it, still. That scar I left, though upon you stretches towards me. Within the soul, it still exists, you, your eyes and what we felt. I left a void, my fault, my pain. I say it out now, my heart, still beats, in your soul. I live in a fairytale, knowing, I might not yet desrve you. Yet, I tell you how, your name exists, in each and every drop of blood that stays within me. You’re not here, still you, me and the heart till death do us apart. – Aaditya Bajpai
It was then, when I met, this girl. Brown hairs, and sheen in her eyes. Just a glimpse of her, that lightened up my skies.
The next day, I went to the same place, with showers of sunlight upon my head, I saw her, reading a book, waiting, a little far away, just to get a look.
We were connected, I knew that, somewhere and somehow. All that was needed, was a flicker, a flicker of light.
It happened, we talked. From favourite flowers,to zodiac signs, all of it was beautiful, and I was about to say it all.
It was since then, that I don’t remember, her name, the place, the world, anything. Its all blank now, back to the darkness, back to somewhere, that I don’t know.
All that was left in my head, was a blurred potrait of hers. I tried looking around, asking people, but the darkness had just grasped me so tight.
This all bothers me, strikes my conscience, creates a hole in it and it hurts.
I think it was some, faded memories, distant past, or some dream. At the darkest of the Hours, amdist the ocean of stars, while falling asleep.
Though, I, might not be true. Still, all I wish for is you.
Though, I stumble upon every problem, out there. Still, all I wish is, for you to pick me up.
Though, I enjoy this immense darkness in me. Still, all I wish is, for you to bring light.
Though, I am no superhero. Though, I cannot promise you stars. Though, I cannot promise you hope. Still, all I believe is, you are my light, you are my blues.
Though, It might take time. But, until the end, all that I wish for, is you. -aadi.