Piyush Rohankar Quotes

My lines have already been drawn, In her pristine existence. For she can stop my clock, And change my time into space, And I can feel all this, Without an ounce of spirit…

The only reason winter doesn't last forever, Because even summer and spring are waiting to love her too…

As you reveal inch by inch, Of what God took seven days to make, And I shall forfeit the seven heavens, To possess what lays beneath your beautiful breast, And lay to rest in those jade green eyes, With your heart inside mine

Will I find a place in your memory? Or if you choose to write a story, I wonder if you will remember? Or will I be your forgotten December?

And your eye lashes do that to me every now and then, Make my heart skip a beat. Do that to me often so I can, Complain to God about this life being so short, And beg him for another life time besides you…

If your photographs can make me shiver, Even In the warmth of a burning wax. If just a simple glance from you, Can destroy the difference between, Night and day and the time in between, And I even fear to look into those beautiful brown eyes, Are those eyes doors to another realm?

We lose more than we ever gain, But this lust just never ends, So gather whatever you may today, Before time comes and takes everything away…

Hidden in the air, The feeling slowly grows, And then the haunting starts, Like some whispering in the dark, Intoxicating the mind, And then I know it's time, To worship her shrine…

A feeling that she is of spring making love, To the trees green and the doves, The same feeling of lying naked on the grass, And watch the rain falling from the stars. A feeling that she is that walks in and slips away, Like the sand of an hourglass. Oh her home the realm of feelings…

And when our smiles meet I become speechless, My pen becomes wordless by thy sight, So I choose silence in your presence, Oh! The joy to watch you without judgment…

I want no fate other than what is written by her, For I believe in her providence. And even if my heart is meant to be broken, I want her to do that honour, For I pray to her to grant me a warm ending…

A souvenir meant for nostalgia, Wandering in the old world of catholic conscience, So petite but a requiem to promiscuous melancholy, The first cherries of spring reminds me of her lips, The peaches of autumn are her cheeks, She is the love that dwells on the long forgotten roads…

The journey is to find our way back to the start, And seek the future in our past, For far into the distance I see someone like me, Trying to figure out the same old lie that life is…

For a grownup like me, To learn from her, What it takes to love, It comes naturally to her…

With every breath we can end it all, The gift of life is not for all, But our long bloodless crawl, Like kings without a quest, The real romance is in this feeling of death…

But sleep only with the angels my lady, May your God be your best lover… And if your feather feet ever touch, This crying and bleeding earth, Walk gently through haste and waste, And wait patiently for your religion to take birth, For people from world beyond, Are meant to be prayed and loved…

Virtuous as a lady should need to be, And the kindness that spilled in her sovereign acts, I salute to her inward greatness, Blessed be her mother to bring forth such a princess…

The believers sing the holy songs of fear, Virgin silence has long bled to tears, Fear no more child the mother says, You shall be safe again in another grave…

I feel now like a cigarette in a dustbin, In two minds about everything, Educated only to procrastinate, Until tomorrow as always, As my mind wanders endlessly…

I carry the weight of my emptiness, And see the world through eyes of needs, These needs breeds more habits, And these habits preserve my loneliness…

And here I am on my borrowed time.

The way you philosophize life, With those beer tins in your hand, Lady, such a poetry you are when you are drunk, And those cigarettes in between your pretty fingers, You look so very graceful when you are smoking, So very beautiful in the haze, Like some medieval artwork, So worthy to be on canvas…

I just love to watch you struggle in bed, Fighting the sunlight with your pillow, And in all the glory of your Sunday morning hangover, Innocence oozes out of your drunken face, And Oh my Godless lady it's time for your, Lemonades, Novocain and hour long shower in silence. I know it's crazy to believe in silly things, But you look so very pure when you suffer from your addictions…

--- Her Cigarettes And Beers

Let not the weight of a thousand years, Stain your marbled skin I pray, And let not the weight of words ever hurt, Your delicate wine bled lips. Wear that hallowed smile as your eternal crown, And let it graze and let it flourish, Let it heal my desolate heart morose, Come and baptize all of what is left of me, Before I wear the silence in black and white…

Ever split your heart into two? Or were you busy buying those foreign dreams, From lips you wouldn't have otherwise kissed, But now all your best laid plans, Ended up in tears and cans, And it pains now even without loving. Do you remember that boy, Who wanted to be your man?

And learn how to unlearn the past, Remember no more than how to breathe, The more you are lost and all alone, The more of yourself you can own…

To forget easily is not a gift I am blessed with, The winters and those valentines, I did my loving all the time, But now the difference, She sits in heaven with saint valentine,

And for me to see all this, A strange happiness crosses my mind, For I wait patiently for her heart to get broken, So I could beg at her doorsteps again…

Now I even calculate my laughter and tears, Carefully saving them for future, For I have learnt to betray my feelings now, And my hypocrisy embarrass me, It seems to me the life of my generation, Is some socially transmitted disease…

Just like the flowers, Who have forgotten autumn and winter, Oh my friend from past seven seasons, Have you forgotten me, Like the many names in your life? Or are you busy loving yourself, Trapped in your own enchantment are you?

If not my own fantasy then, Whose imagination am I? Not a day goes by wondering, Where exactly am I? Inside my head or inside your eye…

I am scared to look inside me, Except me everyone else is in here, And they said education was the cure, Now of not even one thing that I am sure…

I don't know where you dwell, But the shortest way to you is through my dreams, I don't know where you dwell, But the surest way to find you is inside my head, And I will meet you there…

And although my life is not a blessing, I still bless your name, For whatever little joy in my life that is left, It is left in hearing your name…

Let her flower gracefully, No matter which garden she chooses to be in, No matter which season it is, No matter who the gardener is, Let there be admirers and lovers at her doorsteps, Let there be worshipers at her feet, Let there be love and let her be loved…

If not for those kisses that she plants on me, The bruises that time leaves would never heal, And I surrender to the warmth of her embrace, As she teaches me how to feel and let go of things…

God gifted me this life, But the days pass by without a choice, And to keep discovering the same old things, Oh to find myself on the verge of nowhere. I keep reminding my loneliness, Everything is but just a passing phase…

I offered my love wrapped in words, But she knew she could do much better than just words. And now she is in love again, Undressed in the arms of another man…

And all the falling stars that I saw as a child, I found them at her feet, And my joy to watch her dance, Over them in her Carmel. She is the romance of a winter love story, The picture of a million memories, The blood of God flows through her heart, The space in between her arms, Is the doorway to heaven, The light for my mornings comes from her smile, Oh to love her is like a journey, A journey of a million miles…

Now all that is left of education for me, Is to read and write your name, Those blank pages invite me evermore, To fill them over and over, With your memories that ever grows…

And to a start and to an end, If ever you exist except inside my head, Know that time ceaselessly walks uninvited, Towards an ending for a new beginning of another end…

Feel the bewitchment of silence, Stop the negotiations within, Give up the armistice with failure, When everything is lost which was meant to be, And now all that remains is you…

She rests in peace somewhere in heaven, As I am still counting the years, it has been seven, Of what made her happy back then is now hurting me much, As I delve through her memories here on earth, Dear Lord this love should never have taken birth. Of what made her happy back then is now hurting me much.

I wonder why she hides her pretty eyes, Behind those Wayfarers, it's such a waste, Is it sadness or the neon lights?

Come and infect me, With the happiness you suffer from. Come and bring me, To the point of tears. Come and haunt me, I wait here lonely. Oh come just to break your vows again…

It's the winter of my youth now, And there is no one even to hug, The girl I longed for never came, And all the waiting turned into, These long and lonely hours, Which faded into the pages of some books… And what is left of all this learning now, If not just worries and fears.

The morning light splits my eyes into two, Still confused if the day is worth getting up to, I wonder what new did I ever do? Except staring blankly into the blue, And making stories inside my head, None of which shall ever come true…