the house’s west window
lets in the fading daylight
blue, orange then black
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My mind goes
back and forth
Like a piston with
very short length of stroke.
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It was just another Spring afternoon, the Sun shone on the steel tracks making them gold, when I first saw her and she saw me. Our minds and hearts conversed, hers hazel-brown met with mine dark brown, the Spring Sun shone on her beautiful black hair from the train window, then the golden moment lingered on. There are moments caught between heart-beats, magic moments, with golden shine of their own, they can shine through time. This was one of those moments.
Sweet Spring sceneries
Travelled past by
us in train
Afternoon affair
–© dixitmrityunjay, 2020. September heart-to-hearts.
For dVerse Poets Pub: https://dversepoets.com/2020/02/17/prosery-between-heartbeats/
Host: Kim, Prompt line: ‘There are moments caught between heart-beats’.
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Sinking into blue
The rosy Sunset light
Fading into evening sky
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That afternoon
Was just like any other
Until her eyes met mine
Just for a moment
A magic moment.
I knew that she felt it too
I could see by the look in her eyes.
Then she quickly looked away
Towards the view offered by the train window
I lingered on a few more seconds
I thought about her, how the Sun looked on her hair.
Then I looked away too and resumed reading my book.
After a while, I saw her sitting there, and our eyes met once again.
Our eyes met again and again
That spring afternoon, in the train.
One time, she even smiled
and my heart went boom,
I wanted to hold her hand in mine.
The sceneries began to disappear,
The station was here
I tried to steal, one last magic moment
but she took me by surprise
As she came close and stood there
Her lips close to mine
It was her station too
I let her stand that way in the line
and just wished that the station never came.
The station came, I got out
Then looked behind, to steal one last magic moment
Again, she took me by surprise
As she offered me her hand
Asking me to help her land
and my heart went boom
As I held her hand in mine
She held it tight
So that she wouldn’t fall
I just wished that she’d fall
I’ll hold her, and that’d be all.
She didn’t fell, she too got out
She blushed, and thanked me.
I blushed, and thanked her.
For our lovely afternoon affair.
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A witch waits
At a lonely crossroads
Its green eyes shine
Black tail flickers
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You and her
hand-in-hand,
driving off into the Sunset.
The road to Shimla stretches ahead
under September sky.
The scenery is painted yellow & red,
the colors of fall,
the colors of love.The two of you listening to music,
driving at ninety and
watching the sun set
from the streets of Shimla in Autumn.When you listen good music
the time goes by fast,
when you’re talking to someone
you’ve fell in love with
and she doesn’t know that yet
but you think she senses it too,
the time goes by the fastest.
Like a streak of lightning
in Summer clouds.
Being in love is like listening
to your favorite song,
All day long.Good music is to silence
what fire is to petrol.
When you drive very fast
the time seems to pass slow,
when you’re lying in bed all night
thinking about her;
the things you told her,
the things she told you
and how much you love her
and maybe she loves you too.
You can’t sleep,
each second feels like eternity.
An eternity spent
thinking about her.
Being in love is like being in a very fast car ride,
breaking all barriers,
just driving off into the sunset,
just you and her
hand-in-hand
driving at ninety and
watching the sun set
The road to Shimla stretches ahead
The scenery is painted yellow & red,
the colors of fall,
the colors of love.Being in love is like
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being in a land of broken time.
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Heavy breathing,
heavy heart, tears falling,
mind falling apart,
laughing till lungs choke.
No one pays no mind,
tough times
restless mind.
Death makes more sense than life.
Ten Thousand violins playingin the busy streets of Gotham.
Ten Thousand rats eating away
the busy streets of Gotham.
The city’s on fire.
Just put on a happy face,
His mother says
And spread joy & laughter.
So, Arthur works in Chuckletown
as a clown,
Freaky laughing
Children crying.
It’s hard, with mental illness
To make people laugh.
So he tries harder,
uses a prop, ‘cuz he loves his job.
Clown with a gun, would be fun.
But Arthur gets fired and back-stabbed in Gotham.
Assholes lose jobs everyday in Gotham,
People get stabbed everyday in Gotham.
Depression, frustration, a thousand stairs.Arthur’s life takes a turn,
As he lets go & embraces
the city of Gotham and dances
to the rhythm of Ten Thousand violins.
Clowns on fire
‘Cuz of triple murders.
Now some people pay mind.
Chaos everywhere,
The show has just begun.
Arthur becomes the Joker,
The Joker of Gotham,
The king of Gotham.
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This is my December,
this is my dim-amber sky.
This is my December,
burning red embers.
CH: And I give it all away,
just to have someone to go to.
Give it all away,
to have someone to come home to.
This is my December,
they are my regretful deeds.
This is me starting again,
an another ending.
CH: And I give it all away,
just to have someone to go to.
Give it all away,
to have someone to come home to.
This is my tribute to one of my favorite rock bands: Linkin Park. It’s eerie and amazing how someone whom you’ve never met can make such a huge impact on your life. When Chester (Lead singer of the band, with voice of an angel and scream that of a demon) died in 2017, I was devastated, I remember I didn’t even go to college that day. Their songs are the soundtracks to so many of my childhood memories. Now, when I’ve listened to variety of music from Beatles and Rolling Stones, to Elton John and Bee Gees, Metal, Rap etc. Linkin Park has and always will have, a special place in my heart, where I go to when I get nostalgic.
I wrote this piece in December 2019, the chorus part is taken as it is from the original song, the verses are mine. I was thinking of Chester when I wrote this song, a man whom I’ve never met and sadly, never will.
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