Reminiscing love ....

I had said nothing
Yet the land was on its top notch
Ready to be stormed
But this time it was quite of a peculiar emotion                                
And I think it stayed a minute longer
With him levitating
Into the smoke of green and violet clouds.
A little dark, a little misty
While I took a step ahead to walk a few miles
The rains had begun
And I froze
Surrendering myself to his indivisible presence
With a black tear in my eye
Hoping to have him spoken
For once..
From the shaken trees and grey ambiance

The world he had never shared before
Is now there.
After he departed.

Goodbyes don't work for long !

I happened to miss you even on the deathbed
with my unheard hunger and
unseen salty rips on the face
when it was an eclipse
I thus recalled
                    When you had first visioned your victory,
                     In a ground among five thousand runners.

It was that imperative of a time
like it was never to return
as a winner amid chiliad
the chilly snow we had experienced
and the hot foam love we had committed
ourselves to
                 Made sense after a milestone.

And believe the inner me,
there was nothing so like wild after that
which shook me all the way
placing my heart on a stove to burn
When I was like so singed
                                     In the room 507
                                     of Salvage Hospital.

Uttering the last phases out of my gasp
you placed your hand onto me
aiding the wounded courage
That I will be present again in your summary
of your success,
Seeing you trip again on a set of
                                             Honor you had bestowed upon me
                                             With a flavored history of rare you.
                     

The First Glance

One:

I told you right
it was happening
little by little
when the tainted windows were
roofed with mist,
also the ground suffused with
salmon images of you with
tones of black... sobbing in your fondness

Three:

The way you used to nudge me
with the broken lanes you have had a walk on
little by little
it was all real
like I was romancing with your
red floating image,
touching peppered borders of your lips
a little black, a little brown

Five:

And you turned back every time you walked an inch
on the wooden platform
to sip on the left coffee
with your crimson lips
gulping it in a total of five breaths

Seven:

Then, you touched my cheeks
with your pallid fingers
and you uttered,
 "You are mine, wholly".
with a smirk and lustful madness
and you moved your hands around my waist
a little higher, to get a texture of my curves.

Nine:

For exactly 20 minutes we were breathing
each other,
with a strange comfort around
a little dusky and copper of a color
you pulled me for the last time
Like you wouldn't feel the butterflies again

Eleven:

Moving on, we walked
and it seemed immortal
with the brushes of roses and carnations
had concealed your mind
like I failed to . . . pure slightly
And we osculated , again
Not noticing,

That we stood at the airport.
Losing ourselves in galaxies of time. 

A New Start?

It was here,

she was passing the interval of keeping him

in her anticipation

And it was a feeling of 'the gone' again

Cliched butterflies and a violin backdrop

Or maybe a different title this time?

Perhaps it was,

                     love with a better ending.

In easy words.

Hope!

D.E.P.A.R.T.U.R.E

It was fading
with every sip of his
lightly,
And her mascara was smudging
around the corner of her eyes
she was ceasing the ache in her
vision,
But nothing went well
and when she finally departed with the one
He figured that was it.
An acute pain rose in his brain
hitting his blood vessels hard
Ending up with a stroke

While she turned back and held rivers in her eyes,
Oceans of blue mist
And a fairy tale

Which they lived on reminiscing
Now had bid a farewell,
To the lovers of an era
Opposite the stream. 

A little Boost ~

Yah,

It was reaching the point when I stepped back and uttered to myself, "You haven't even felt the meaning that deep, then why are you doing this to yourself? Move back and give yourself a chance to live again. Forgetting everything that one day I stepped forward to set new goals and claimed to be near perfection. When other could be then why can't I be one?

Since then,
I been living on the edge. Not playing with my life. But have learnt to take risks and abandon the hindrances.

Now, I paint for a living. Very casual.

P.S - I was committing suicide. I am glad it clicked you.

© Latika Sareen

One of my Extreme Favs.

Someday when I get on the dancing stage . . . this is one of those songs which are on my top list to perform on . .

I have been a dead fan of this song since it came out and to be genuine, I cant really wait to have a distinctive choreography on this song. So So Soulful.. :)

Bollywood should not be backing off from composing such tunes and melodies. Its extreme !!