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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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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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.
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All The Bright Places
“You don’t have to climb on the mountain, to stand in the top of the world. Even the ugliest of places can be beautiful, as long as you take the time to look. It’s okay to get lost, as long as you find your way back. There’s beauty in the most unexpected places, and there are bright places, even in dark times. And if there isn’t, you can be those bright places, with infinite capacities.”- Theodore Finch 
All The Bright Places is a movie, which might seem to you as something you have already seen or as if you have had enough of these. But trust me, this is way beyond than that. This movie gives you a lot more to think, realise and analyse in your life.
“All the Bright Places” is based on the idea that you never really know what others are going through, that even those who seem to have it all together on the surface may be hiding a lot more. That isn’t a revolutionary or ground-breaking idea, but it is one that is as precious as ever. “All the Bright Places” also contains deeper meanings, some of which are spelled out in a literal and repetitious manner towards the end and might aid young people who are feeling alienated, misunderstood, and in need of assistance.
A must watch for everyone. -
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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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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The Remote Control
So yesterday midnight I asked Siri to recite a poem for me and she showed me this. This poem might seem to be amusing or funny, however I have a different way of reading this.
Summary
This poem talks about how when the remote control gets lost inside the couch and when it becomes so difficult to find, life just gets messed up to a level that all we can do is roam around the room with literally no purpose.
My Vision
In all of our lives, we always look for that one person who makes us whole. We always look upto someone everyday of our life. Someone who gives us hope in times when nothing seems to be going our way.
The remote control is a metaphor referring to that person in our life. There are always times when you seem to be hating so many things about your life that you just want them to be sitting close enough so that you can lay your head on their shoulders and cry a bit. The remote is a metaphor for them.
There might be times when you just cant sit still for hours and hours in a day and when you just cannot find the right things to say. You need them because you’re so in love that all you can think about is sharing your pain with them. The remote control is a metaphor for them.
The remote is them, the couch is life, metaphorically indicating if they get lost in life, when they get so far from you that your life becomes nothing but an empty room wherein all you can do is roam here and there without purpose.
Conclusion
This all might seem far fetched to some of you and trust me that’s just absolutely fine. I love the way when people disagree with what I say, because that helps me learn more. This interpretation of the poem titled “Remote Control” by the Apple Assistant Siri, was my vision of looking towards it. I would love to hear from you all if you agree or disagree with the same and i would also love to hear your thoughts on this poem as well.
If you have read till here, then trust me, you made my life happier and I am so blessed to have you. Thank You ❤️
With Love
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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”
Aaditya Bajpai 