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.
(nothing, lines 27-30, aaditya bajpai)
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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.
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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.
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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.
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Wintertide Poet’s Vision (Pen Lips and Paper Heart)
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.Lines “Poetry is everywhere….. You’re a poem”
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Wintertide
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”.
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Seek
Through the stars
the light sends fair speechless messages.
The words of which,
are the manifestation of what I feel.
As the color grows darker,
all I pray for is to make this an ever lasting night.
Or to stop the time at that particular moment,when you smile.
Nothing seemed right,
untill it was for you.
To this broken lamp,
like a source of light
came you.
I seek not, blessing.
Nor the flowers of cupid
to fall from above.
I seek hope and light,
The light, in you
I find.
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For You
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.
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Run Away
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