Tag: Love

Take Me Back

Take Me Back

Take me back in time, to that autumn, when you made me bloom like a spring rose. When you stripped me of my sadness. Take me back to that time and bring back my blossoms, bring me roses, few reasons to live, and once more blow me a kiss. Let air spread the dye of …

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SUNSET

SUNSET

Whenever I see the Sun go out of sight, It scares me. Even such beautiful things lead to darkness, It teaches me. It reminds me of the relationship we had, Beautiful yet Temporary. Just like this Sunshine, leaving me craving for more. But I see one difference, The Sun will appear again, you won’t. -Manu …

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The Way Things Had Been

The Way Things Had Been

I’ve forgotten the way things had been. The meticulous stillness of the autumn rain on your pages, the tired exhales of the moon in your words, and the shy quivers of love in your poetry. Trust me, I’ve forgotten. ~ Ashka Naik | The Silent Scribbler

I’m Yours & That’s It, Forever

I’m Yours & That’s It, Forever

look here now, we’ve lost the shadows of our past almost as easily as we said ” I’m yours & that’s it, forever ” , so come, spend the remainder of your light with me, lounging amongst the stars, and learning to love the dark. ~ Ashka Naik | The Silent Scribbler

Reverie

Reverie

I think I must’ve made you up in hasty dreams, parts of you still incomplete, so now I look for your missing face in the pages of my memories, but as the days go by, I realize, I should probably start at the middle and skip to the end, because really, I don’t even know …

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Her Voice

Her Voice

I hear stars singing to me Am I hallucinating? Is it that my longing has been put off? Her voice that carved through all my raving nerves, bitten by love, accustomed to partings. Are stars singing to me as her or is she a star now? —KM

Waiting on You

Waiting on You

Some days I find myself floating in the dark, the sound of your voice falling around me like sparks from a firework gone wild, the secrets that you left with me lie numb under my dazed heart, and I’m still  here, waiting on you. ~ Ashka Naik | The Silent Scribbler

My Last Goodbye

My Last Goodbye

My last goodbye was uttered in whispers. Even then, the spaces between my words burned. We were strong, but I wasn’t. You were mine, but I wasn’t. How could I belong to you, when I couldn’t even belong to myself? ~ Ashka Naik | The Silent Scribbler

By Autumn, I Was Left With Nothing

By Autumn, I Was Left With Nothing

Every summer, your hands would find paper only to pick the finest metaphors to create me. I would come alive in your poetry – intoxicated like the summer rain. And by Autumn, I was left with nothing but scattered syllables and a million stories to tell. ~Ashka Naik | The Silent Scribbler