Muntazir /meaning: to expect, to wait anxiously/

You and I
Unlike dream and vision
The wilting hearts in thirst of desires unfulfilled
Swallowed in the fragility of hopes
Two Alphabets strung into syllables
The sighs on the cusp of our words fleeting yet lingering on lips
Unlike the wilderness of ephemeral solitude
The longitudes and latitudes of acquiescence unconquered, unvisited
The diverging paths tracing across the meaningless lives

You and I
We are breaths longing for the gaze of tomorrow,
Tomorrow stained without the sadness,
Without the careless abandon of a life left behind
We are the gasp of a dilapidated past
Beyond the silhouette of time
We are the fading myriad of illusions
Of the silence settling beyond the veil of our soul

You and I
We are unlike a promise
We are words caught beyond the infinities in our eyes
Soundlessly seeking for something we cannot name
We are unlike the  teardrop
Witholding a depth of regrets untold
We are the silence
Along the tranquil passage in search of ourselves,  The fainting night that blends into a dawn

You and I
We are unlike a destination
A journey beyond our wretchedness, where we are never looking back
I stand beyond the precipice, in the sea of a reticent contrast of everything
Failing for the perfect definition to mouth the answers met, as I find, you remain,
You remain, unlike the shadow in the dying darkness
that fell as an aching upon my soul

You and I
We were everything
And you were the peace beyond the uncertainty,
The breath exhaling the longing of a coveted dream
You and I
We are nothing
Yet everything.
We are unlike home
I trace you on my skin unlike a verse,
And you unlike a poetry spell a magic simmering,
Reminding there is love in every breath taken

You and I
You unlike a destination
Unlike a home
I burn all the maps in reaching for you...
I burn all left pieces of the broken past to built again

You and I
We leave.
We leave. And we do not turn back.

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We are S T O R I E S

We are S T O R I E S
of paragraphs and pauses
of letters concocted of mistakes and desires
of sentences misread
of silence travailing for words

We are S T O R I E S
of brief sighs traversing the paths
unknown of mysteries and truth,
searching for ways to resolve our dilemmas
our conscience streaked in monotones
of nothingness and despair
while eyes secretly peer at the distant land of metaphors
assuming in our hearts,
for everything to be but a dream

We are S T O R I E S
of incomplete verses struggling for words
we wander through wildflowers
half awake and in slumber
in vague search of adventure
eulogizing the beauty of sorrow
yet trading silently a part of soul
convicted yet unconvinced
living a life with an asterisk

We are S T O R I E S
breathing inside the heart of darkness
the soul of the infinite universe
restless yet certain
we are words longing for voice
longing to be understood
longing to be heard
longing to live the fantasy

We are S T O R I E S
pronouncing a purpose
on the pages of eternity
scribbling a different end
no matter what the fate unfolds
scribbling a fresh beginning
a story of hope
overshadowing the past.

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The Silent Observer

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He saw the age of time

Unfold the delicate petals,

Rare yet easily beguiling 

Of a poison flower.

Traded on the paved streets of vanity

A concoction of charm,

Fleeting bliss secretly fading in the dark.

Its merchant deluded to a world unaware

Awake yet sauntering in narrow alleys asleep.

Souls sought to grasp its strings 

Thirsting for happiness unfulfilled

For lives dreamt yet failed to live

For love, 

Love, the ghost that never lived

And never found.

"How selfish, how cruel" he sighed.

"What's life alike a dreary parasite 

Wreched, and gloom

Feeding on moments lived,

Yet truly unlived,

In ransoms of unfateful pleasures of approval and gain." He deeply moaned.

His eyes reflecting his sorrow,

He groaned under the streetlight.

None cared to pay him attention

While they wandered silently in the shadows

He carelessly barked with his heart sinking inside

He lost his one and only,

His truest friend,

The one who dearly cared.

The one he loved much.

His master.

He sighed, shaking his head in dismay, and quietly strayed on the paths ahead, sleepless, and hungry.

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Behind the darkness

While the city slumbers in the silence,

 Behind thick velvets and dim lights.

The fluorescent yellow burn across the streets,

And the moon quietly hide behind the clouds.

There still lies a world, awake.

In the corners of the town.

Living amidst the crowd yet hid behind the shadows, Behind the veils of a gossamer gray, with spider's web weaving an intricate tapestry.

Little eyes silently peer out from their hiding place,

Their faces pale, lean frames appearing anemic, 

The unfortunate few, 

Born to wrestle to survive, 

Born under plight of poverty, their lives a constant struggle, 

Suffering the maladies of a broken and lost humanity.

Shabbily dressed, unkempt hairs, tears stained cheeks, feeble, yet they are bathed with the luster of ambition and dreams. 

Draw closer, 

And reach, to learn more what the darkness hides.

Behind the gossamer gray, 

A glimpse into the world beyond,  

A world dark, full of nothings.

An abyss of deep darkness.

The darkness of fate,

The darkness of souls,

The darkness of callous hearts.

The darkness of a world of unspoken truths,

The bitter and ugly truth.

Empty room, dim lights

Silent lips quivering in a corner

Her curls fall over her face, 

Wine drip from the glass in her hand.

She is intoxicated, 

Intoxicated, but, with grief.

She wore a cocktail dress and high heels,

Flaunting her perfect body with the glitter and glamour.

She appeared a flawless beauty.

Yet her eyes appealed something deep. 

Behind the smile and charm

She hid her story, the truth of her pain.

Her heart was secretly torn inside,

She burnt with a thirst intense,

Of promises and desires unfulfilled. 

She smelled of alcohol and her favourite perfume,

Yet the lingering smell of longings

Never faded from her.

The longing of nothings,

Of nothings left betrayed,

Of longings, none can explain.

She silently hides in the darkness,

And the world will never see nor hear her cry.

Sometimes, sadness is beautiful.

Sometimes, sadness comforts while the rest of the world suffocates you.

And sometimes sadness is all that is left, as your own.

There's always a story, 

Hiding behind the mask,

Hid behind the curtains of misfortune, and despair.

Behind the shimmery make up, hiding its scars of past,

Behind the silent lips, that cried all night, hiding a story of desperation and abuse.

Behind the smiling, guilty face, disappearing in the shadows in dark.

The darkness of awful silence, 

The unspoken silence.

The unheard truth.

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A Stolen Page

She was a page stolen from a paperback,
A mystery they claimed.
Unsolved,
Imperfect

She was a heart full of verses,
Torn in pieces
Broken in metaphors
Her flesh ripped with words that wound
Crimson bleeding as ink on the pages blank
Narrating her silence
Scribbling the unspoken truth in sentences,
In paragraphs incomplete,
In letters capital
That screams her soul in ache and despair

She is a page, a sheet of glazing ivory,
Ripped off from the book
Guarding secrets inside its depths
An abyss deep,
Burning with thirst intense
Of promises and desires unfulfilled.

A page, slept in the ashes of memories
Yet folded in fragrance, of the mists of rain
That smell of longings,
None can explain

She is a page stolen from the whispering dark
A tormenting mystery
Hidden,
Unheard
Drifting silently in the haze of time
Carried by the zephyrs
From the wilderness atrocious
To the distant lands
Of everything torn.
--Sybil Samuel

LIFE

Life,

A breath

That screams in welcome,

Yet a lonely sigh that quietly pass trailing behind streams of  tears.

A treachous trap
Of vanity and vice
A wisp of smoke
Fading from the grips of grit and stronghold
Beyond the will and might.

Life,
A strangled thread of breath
Clasped in the wrinkled fists of souls
Disappearing slowly like the withered leaf blown away by winds,
Crumbling silently
Numb and frozen
Asunder in the arms of dust.

Life,
Fleeting as a moment in the blink of an eye
Temporal and fragile
A beauty ceasing as the season
The glorious gaze of the shadow, peering through the    curtains of mortality,
A glimpse of a sombre existence, on a dreary winter in the mirrors in dark.

Unfathomable
Incomprehensible by hypothesis of intelligence
Simple yet convincing
Flawed though empowering
A metaphor of mirth and sorrow

An unexplained mystery
A fight
Fret hard with creased brows.
An irrevocable fate,
The smile of approbation resigning in revel or discontent.

Life a gasp of magic
A canvas of colours and emotions, dull and bright
A mistress mean
Tutoring the secret wisdom gained beyond obscurity and solitude.

Life,
A poignant misery of despair and pain
As expectancy sails on the tides of melancholy
Chasing a myriad of dreams
Falling and rising in the waves of uncertainties
Struggling to reach the shores...
With frail hearts carrying the weights
That drown them deeper
Empty, restless seeking an abode,
Searching relentlessly
A resting place
For the tired and weary soul
Captive in a prison
Scorched by cares and avarice

Life is a fleeting slideshow of illusions, dreams, images and ultimately, redundancy.
Infinite, permanent and all pervading.
The only truth there is.
While everything lures is just mere derivative.

Life
An existence beyond the hypocrisy flowing through the arteries of existence.
Beyond purpose
Beyond the evil of ignorance and hate
Beyond the gossamer veils of mortality and morality. Something transcending the boundaries of the apparent and the visible.

Life,
Transient yet immortal
A journey embarked by transcendence.

Flames of Past Love

He walked through the doors
Finally meeting his past
The silence crumbled under his feet as withered leaves squeaked and folded in dust
Her heart cried out for him from her secret chamber
Behind the high walls of the castle
Abandoned for a decade long.
She was hid in the shadows of memories
Behind the magnificence and fame, framed in silver and gold
Her soul constantly sought a home
Treading alone distances amidst the fog of time
She was a ghost without rest
Wailing in the darkness
Her tears left acrylic imprints of her scarlet tale unheard
Leaving a faint fragrance of remembrance,  of her forbidden love
The love she found and lost.
And he called out her name
Her heart breathed life again
He called her name aloud in the silent dark
The chains fell as her eyes gazed him, through the moonlight that fell on his imperial features.
She stepped out from the chambers
Her soul released from the fret
She saw him transfixed
He walked towards her
Her walls still burned with the scars of past
He walked through the walls
No more can the prison held him behind as captive
No more can any walls build tall could ever separate them
He was the ghost of a past lover
Clasped in letters of a clandestine memory
Staring freedom behind the bars of delusion
Seeking for his solace
And finally they met
And time slipped as the key that fell forever, in embrace of the glimpse of beauty captured on a river; a river, overflowing with the waters of Love.

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Silence

How heavy was the silence that fell without noise
When words struggled hard in despair,
Hiding behind the dark, longing to be heard
Silence, bruised and bleeding,
Stood outside the door alone for words pleading.

Yet silence the one most guilty
Filling the empty spaces with questions that hurt
Questions wandering in distance and loneliness.

Silence the culprit
Silence the crime.
How grieved were words when they hanged you to die

Silence a graveyard of empty souls
Living in confusion, fears and misery
Struggling to be themselves, longing to be free.
Hiding behind the masks, seeking attention and care.

Silence the awful answer
For the hearts' prayer.

Silence the darkness,
The hopelessness...
The desperation of will that finally quit.

Silence the sigh
Resting atlast in its tomb with words engraved beside.

Silence a broken word...
The cry of a broken world.
----Sybil Samuel

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Eve in search of love

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She treads on blades of velvet green

Wrapped in an aura of perfection and grace

Yet her eyes reveals her secret pain

As she stares the desolate land in the distance

And weeps.. 

Her tears fall as dew on the lush green grass

They turn as crystals sparkling under the golden sunshine 

Yet they are the sharp sorrows that leave her feet with scars and bruises

But still she walks and weeps in pain

Her heels bleed, leaving behind a crimson trail, that follows her to the lonely woods

Woods, enchanted and dark

Her crown slips as she strangles the silk tassel of her robe in a thorny bush

The woods are silent as they watch her struggle alone in pain

Her tears fall as the thorns prick and hurt her skin

Yet she squanders in darkness, 

In the lone aching in her soul and heart

Chasing that which cannot be found 

Searching the one which was once hers,  but now is lost

She seeks him under the dark sky lit with innumerable stars

And yet, the stars that shoot from her eyes, each call out his name

On the strings of her breaths, 

Each rhythm of her beating heart 

She calls out his name

Crying as a ghost calling out for rest 

Still she weeps.. 

As her soul embraces the solitude

And the silence hangs over as the heavy girded curtain unwilling to fall 

She longs for him... 

Each night haunted by the demons playing her insecurities and fears

And each day adding more distance and unrest to her broken heart

She screams his name even in her slumber

He was the love of her fragile little heart

Her life

Her existence

Her soul

The magic 

The misery

The mayhem

The madness inside her

He was everything she wanted

Yet everything she lost

Everything she fought for,  yet everything she quit. 

And he was her everything yet the very thing he asked her to let go

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---Sybil Samuel 

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Free at last...

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Freedom. . . 

She desired it more than anything else 

Like the caged bird wanting to fly

She dreamt of it 

It felt like reaching out her little hands to grab the tiny stars in sky

Freedom...

It was the song she earnestly longed to sing 

She was the forest of burnt woods and ashes

The fluttering butterfly clutched in the enemy's fist. 

She was the sinking dusk sun swallowed by the dark blues

She was but the bird that dreamt of wings to soar the heights. 

Her melodies were taunted by her grief

She was the lonely leaf dangling on a weak branch of a tree. 

Fraught with fear, heartaches and despair. 

She found none, no one to hear her cry, soothe her hurts or pity on her scars... 

She was the fragile heart

Broken and stained 

Freedom... 

She still longed for it... 

Freedom... 

To her freedom was now the rope, 

That hanged from the ceiling

She stood up and walked towards it... 

Her eyes stared ahead,  hardly blinking

She looked pale,  her pink cheeks were dull, they were wet with tears,  still hot tears leaked from the corners of her eyes. 

Her steps were weak, her feet were shaking

But she had decided 

 Resolute in mind

She walked her path towards freedom

Freedom from the bondage,  the slavery and the much exploits that caged her in chains.

She adjusted the noose around her neck. 

She sighed deeply. Then smiled. Knowing at last what was to come. 

She was embracing her freedom,  she closed her eyes and slept in deep slumber and none could ever wake her again. 

At last Free... 

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Dariya... <3

Tu dariya.... Aur me raahi...
Teri meri hai ek daasta...
Tujh me hi hai manzil .....
Tujh bin na koi raasta....

Ha khudgarz hun....
Tujhe pana chahta hun saara....

Tu dariya...Meri chahat...
Mein raahi hun tera kinara...

Dhal jata hun me tujhme yun...
Jese suraj aasman ki baahon me....

Tu dariya.... Meri aarzu...
Tu dard...
Tu hi chain...

Tu intezar.... Mein inteminan ...

Tu barish ki madham bondey...
Mein khamosh tera kinara....

Tu dariya... Aur me raahi...
Teri meri adhuri daastan...

Tu sham tha...
Tu hi savera....

Kabhi sath tha...
Thi nazdeikieya....

Ab tu judaa hai....
Jane kyu hai ye faasla....

Sun dariya...Yun doorie yu na bada...

Tu dariya.... Mera intezar....
Har pal tu hai ..Har lamha.....

Tu Dariya.... Meri pyaas....

Bhigaa hai tu mere aansuon se....
Ab doobne de muje dariya ....
Doobne de mujhe dariya....

By - Sybil Samuel

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THERE IS A STORY....

There is always a Story...  behind a face...

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Every face hides a story, which lies covered deep within one's skin.... Behind a cheerful mask, or the social & friendly mask, or the busy professionals mask..

The smile you see ain't always 'Real'...

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They disguise to conceal their story,

The Truth is pushed behind their smile.... they purse their lips and struggle to appeal 'Real' with guilty fake smiles...

The urban life has fascinated the world with outward fanciful charm & decorations...

Portraying a mirage, that promises happiness but cheats you with misery...

Time, a loner's companion and an insightful teacher...

Time.... has taught some, to replace the sourness, to mislead a few...

There is a pain, hidden behind a smile...

A story of desperation,

Unheard by anyone...

Smiling lips not always mean happy.

Unnoticed...

Untold...

What you see isn't always the Truth...

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Deep within lies realities of tears unseen...

Cries unheard...

Heartaches uncomforted...

Wounds, none nursed...

The scars of ugly past,

That haunts one forever.

All the World is but a Stage...

And each tries to impress the other.

They wear the glittery brands- make-up, shoes,clothes, their glitter & glam appeals the world...

They pretend hard to win some friends, when they dislike being even around them...

Away in the dark corner, when the crowd exits, and the spotlight goes dull...

Beyond the ambitious, dreamy eyes....

There lies a story too..

The enemy 'Shame & Fear' have whispered lies to their ears...

Their strength failed, their courage stumbles..

With weak hearts, they compromise...

They hide their stories, in their deep searching eyes...

Living Life...

Living a Lie...

Fading the Truth... Slowly with time...

There is always a Story...

Unnoticed...

Untold...

Hidden beneath each skin, buried deeply in a soul...

What is revealed is not always, Truth...

There is a story hiding next door,

A story concealed by a friend from you..

A story that remains an unknown mystery, until you unveil, what hides in you...

By- Sybil Samuel

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