They asked, as to how I write these lines, what was and is my need.
Why only poetry, Why not stories, Why not tales.
‘Everything is so easy for you, able express yourself, through these words’.
I smiled, and left. It is not their fault. No one knows.
That I am drowning, into an ocean, dark and high.
An ocean of words, where there’s no way up, all I think and am lured to go is deep. This is what’s my need. I myself am made up of stories, and Poetry is what I bleed. -aadi
It never seemed right until it was for you. To this forgotten candle, like a light, came you.
Darkness, my old friend, stabbed me in the back. To heal this wound, like a cure, came you.
In death you were the one who made me feel most alive, and it was then when I knew, why the world doesn’t seem good, I have been looking at the wrong place, because my world, that’s you. -aadi bajpai
They all do the same, meet, talk and fall. But life’s too short, to go with the flow. The thrill in making, a story, is fascinating. What’s the worth, if what you did was done by every single hair. Be the one, who does the unseen. Love like a white Rose, rarely seen.
Even though a million miles apart, even in the darkest of the nights, the stars still find a way, to shed light. So, There’s always the light of hope. All you have to do is, descry it. -Aadi Bajpai
Aaditya Bajpai 