I have suffered a lot in love

I have been wrong in love

I have done wrong in love,

I have messed with it ,

it has messed with me

it has floated my wings and

drowned my soul

for finding the right heart is never easier than before.

But no matter the cost I have never let my surrender go,

for it has been my only bow even though my heart lies entangled in its string..

For I was imperfect in it and in my imperfection it grows

for there is no wrong in it as I have seen it in the impure

It is a curse for the dead as only the livings can explore

Salvation may forbid it but even in its forbidden kingdom it grows

There is no weak in it and in its strength you grow-

I have no doubt that for love I lived and in its search I go.

karanbir singh.

I have suffered a lot in love

I have been wrong in love

I have done wrong in love,

I have messed with it ,

it has messed with me

it has floated my wings and

drowned my soul

for finding the right heart is never easier than before.

But no matter the cost I have never let my surrender go,

for it has been my only bow even though my heart lies entangled in its string..

For I was imperfect in it and in my imperfection it grows

for there is no wrong in it as I have seen it in the impure

It is a curse for the dead as only the livings can explore

Salvation may forbid it but even in its forbidden kingdom it grows

There is no weak in it and in its strength you grow-

I have no doubt that for love I lived and in its search I go.

karanbir singh.

I met her today like it was yesterday

Filled with love In her own karismatic way

Like wind she was light and without a shade of gray

Abundant I felt but that was just a seconds play

For the wind has its own way

Broken but firm , tired yet ready to move on

For the wind has no final place

It moves with time and with time it stays

And I was just a midget of life that stood in her way

Lost but sure that the wind might change its way

But if only the lost time could be digged again

And for seconds I could feel that way

Cause the universe in her works in a little separate way

Like us her story too had too much to say

But like wind she mourn's and hides them away

Cause shadows too can transform their say

that's why i guess the wind hides her shadow and passes without a say .

Yet the touch is embedded in my vein

and if only memories did have their own words to display

Mine would have stopped

​as words could never define her in a perfect way.

Beautiful yet bleak

I fell for her like weed grown in the storm of sea 

Unnoticed she walked with me 

Shedding her walls that ought to be 

In that moment lived another side of me 

With truth and lie I settle the unsettle me 

Only to praise the moment in which we ought to be 

A memory, a word, a song she was 

Her hands were soft and cold it was 

Her eyes were close but mine could not 

I admired her whole night like a pendulum  hanging to a clock 

Before the day could separate our ways 

I kissed her lips and walked away 

Knowing what was coming our way 

Standing together yet looking different ways:

Like two branches of a tree, Unsettle yet free. 

I resonate with another side of me 

Lost in that moment that led me to be me.

Like a dream it all ended away 

Shattered yet closed in the memory lane 

Like a song half sung, like a word Un-uttered, like a book unfinished like a story untold we departed our ways...

Only to leave the bitter truth one way. 

Swallow the words and be gone to never return this way.... 

Beautiful yet bleak

I fell for her like weed grown in the storm of sea 

Unnoticed she walked with me 

Shedding her walls that ought to be 

In that moment lived another side of me 

With truth and lie I settle the unsettle me 

Only to praise the moment in which we ought to be 

A memory, a word, a song she was 

Her hands were soft and cold it was 

Her eyes were close but mine could not 

I admired her whole night like a pendulum  hanging to a clock 

Before the day could separate our ways 

I kissed her lips and walked away 

Knowing what was coming our way 

Standing together yet looking different ways:

Like two branches of a tree, Unsettle yet free. 

I resonate with another side of me 

Lost in that moment that led me to be me.

Like a dream it all ended away 

Shattered yet closed in the memory lane 

Like a song half sung, like a word Un-uttered, like a book unfinished like a story untold we departed our ways...

Only to leave the bitter truth one way. 

Swallow the words and be gone to never return this way.... 

And then there are some dates that take us back in time, time in which that memory was made. As before that, that date was just like any other usual day, that passed by as if we had to just witness the work of clock and time. but this day, I shared the most horrible journey of mine with the biggest of the smiles. My infinity turns one and so does my fear. it garnered me success but left me with tear. Dad - a word that evokes all emotions in me as he is the soul that was meant to be next to me. But now just the dates our left dissolving each memory we shared. Someday somewhere we will align but until then I will hold on to these lines and these dates which were once just usual days until my infinity drew its line.  

This ones for you dad !-

To all the ups and down

To the breath that becomes air

To narrow roads and big dreams

To the yesterday that I feared

To patience that helped me persevered

To the flowing stagnation that mirrored my dreams

To every corner that shadowed his light 

To every day that I spent without him in my sight

To the rope that still holds me tight

To different roles my mum played

To different stories my sister shared 

To every hope that we tucked in night 

To every dream that became true in real life . 

To every success we will reach in our life 

Nothing is more beautiful than having you in my dreams where you slip in to wish me good night .

For all this is Just an attempt to let my infinity be alive:)

 Your

- Son .

Every day I wake up to her thought, 

Morning’s that are still morning but just not good. 

I sit at the same corner only now to be alone, 

to witness the blank space. 

I speak of you in and out of my mind 

wondering what made the difference. 

We weren’t perfectly a-line but wired imperfectly. 

There wasn’t much I held for you in the beginning but then the summer ended.

The heat submerged its warmth in the sea 

and the chill occupied the air and we started with our song. 

The two oxymoron's now living like a synonym. 

Nothing was perfect,

The idealism of relationship was about to be-fall, but then you stood there,

Carving our friendship out of each word whenever it wrong,  

Aligning them with great symphony. 

I wasn’t ready but who was I to challenge the stars, 

Like the day you ended it all. 

Before the change of winter you swung back and left a part of me to crawl. 

Quoting the lines of rules and acting as if nothing was wrong. 

I believed I took care of my part, 

As it had submerged before in an iceberg 

But this time it was a little strong. 

For I never meant to have you for a life time but for a time that could last lifelong. 

But now you were gone both lost the symphony and the song. 

He tried to hold himself back thinking he was strong. 

Worked on it, but this time he wrote only half a song mixing the symphony of the two oxy-morons. 

Waiting for his part to be re-lined as his feelings towards you were still strong.

But then you merged with your true self to become an Amazon.

Writing reviews and leaving things in Cart with its price on,

Time wrote its cheque and in-cashed it all.

Finally the heart was strong, 

having you back still meant that you were gone.