Halfway To Asphodel

Arthur, Arthur in the phone; Who’s the craziest in the unknown? When the world preys and prays, Who’s the one cast and thrown? Arthur, Arthur in the phone; Who’s the loner most prone? Coming home to be a lone, Who’s the bad man cast in stone? Arthur, Arthur in the phone; Whose screams are sung intone? You give, give and only give, Whats truly your own? Arthur, Arthur in the phone; Whose life do you disown? All your flaws flayed to the bone All else’s to condone. Arthur, Arthu

Maybe we are supposed to meet the wrong people, Maybe we are not meant to be, Maybe we are satellites, Maybe we are the unlucky ones, Maybe we’re friends, Maybe we’re more, Maybe we are nothing but yore, Maybe we’re all closets of wonders, Maybe we are tangents, Maybe we are star crosses, Maybe we’re a happenstance, Maybe we are meant to meet the wrong people, Maybe we are there to be, Maybe we’re finally free, Maybe we’re soulmates. – Vishvaraj Chauhan #Love #Poetry #Soulmat

Tears, warm tears, Flow by my side. Scaling the skin Very much alive, A remnant of what’s died. Tears, unwanted tears, Flow by my side. Tickling the cheek, Which betray A message’s bespeak. Tears, sad tears, Flow by my side. Drawing a sniff, Drawing attention, But it’s no one’s tiff. Tears, happy tears, Flow by my side. Making a funny sight, Never seen before, Hidden behind might. Tears, healing tears, Flow by my side. Wash the eyes, Clearing my vision, As the trail dries.

मैं यहाँ अपने आप को खोजने आया हूँ, उसके शहर की एक रात चुराने आया हूँ! मैं यहाँ अपने गीत सुनाने आया हूँ, उसकी शाम मे एक पल बिताने आया हूँ! मैं यहाँ अपने ख्वाब साकार करने आया हूँ, उसके एक पल मे ज़िंदगी जीने आया हूँ! मैं यहाँ अपना मॅन भरने आया हूँ, अपनी ज़िंदगी मे उसके रंग भरने आया हूँ! मैं यहाँ एक मासूम होली खेलने आया हूँ, उन्ही रंगों को उसके चेहरे पे लगाने आया हूँ! मैं यहाँ कुछ महसूस करने आया हूँ, उस चहेरे पे गिरी बारिश की बूँदों को निहारने आया हूँ! मई यहाँ अपने दिल की प्यास ब

She listens to me Even if I’ve nothing to say. And she sees things in me, When I have nothing to show. She stays with me, When I have nothing to give, She stands by me, When I’m struggling to live. She talks to me, Even if I can’t see her above. She comes back to me, When I’m struggling to love. #Love #HeShe #Poetry #She

Let it be known, That you’re with no thing. Let it be told, That you owe me nothing. But let me tell you, That you sowed in me something. Let me tell you, That you owe me something. You owe me the hours, That I spent with chagrin You owe me the flowers, That I placed within. You owe me the worries, That I devoted to you, You owe me the stories, That I so willingly told you. You owe me my breaths, Which I let go as sighs. You owe me the deaths, That I died in disguise

दर वीरान है और दस्तक का सूना हाल है, शहर मे मकान तो है, पर घर का सवाल है| खुले उजाले मे बस्ते अंधेरे का ख़याल है, हँसना आता तो है, पर हँसी खिलने का सवाल है| रात को नींद नही पर दिन से लड़ने की मज़ाल है, सीने मे दिल तो है, पर धड़कन का सवाल है| रास्ते है कहीं, और अकेले चलने का काल है, लोग पहचानते तो है, पर अपनो का सवाल है| ज़िंदगी का यह एक ऐसा मायाजाल है, तन्हाई तो है, पर जीने का सवाल है| – Funadrius #Hindi #HindiPoetry #Poetry