Pushkin Channan

Blogger I'm a passionate writer and sometimes a poet. Some words are never said coz may be the silence is enough to decode the feelings. I have misplaced my #Besty. Just misplaced and not lost. BFF

[quotemadness]

“A woman who opens her heart to love you when it’s already been broken, is braver than any person you’ll meet.”

— Steven Benson

[bloggerpushkin]

Of all

If I could give you a call?

Maybe who knows

The lost footfalls

If would ever cross my walls!!

I turned

From mighty to small.

Witnessing the changes

When the world tagged me a maniac

I tried being back on track.

The rhythms attacked

Something got detached.

A human touch

Though nothing much!!

The absenteeism - all Greek

Baffled - What should I speak?

To pray for an impossible seek

Dearest God

The successful failures made me weak.

The stolen healer

The failed searches

Years passed

The walks on crutch

The plans all Dutched

[bloggerpushkin]

Adios!!

Just few did

As the favorites were counted.

To say, 'see you later'

In life, may you grow

As a true leader.

Wishes for next innings

A House to home; for yourself

You would be making.

A fresh life

Counting the new

As blessings in disguise.

Left

Hope you could be arrested in lieu of theft

Leaving behind memories

And an unpleasant silence.

Be brought back

To record the voices

The playbacks later played

As no left choices.

The unheard sorry(s)

Stuck in between

Muddled with thoughts

To lock or keep opened

The doors of your

Four walls?

Missed

The never ending - 'To do list'.

The dreams piled...

Second Innings

[bloggerpushkin]

Hey!!

The new name

The old face

Been long

Since the last gaze.

Guessing the change

Reason - Keeping self

Out of range.

The cracked jokes

All lame.

Just those confirmations

You been blessed

With wealth and fame?

The years did fade

And would fail

To add to what it became

The coming years too would burn

In those verbal flames.

Ignited and exited

The gestures depicted

The defeat faced

When wrongly decoded.

Not a series of poetry

Just those half conversations

Those, yes, needed a recitation...

[bloggerpushkin]

'Rewind'

Travelling back

Pressing the play button

The recaps

The flashbacks unbuttoned.

The motion paralyzed

The rest hypnotized

Adapting new

The updates exercised.

Honest tears

Shed by eyes.

The stolen paradise

The isolation

Beautifully accessorized.

The memories

televised

Endless telecast

The details memorized.

The highs

Looked being penalized.

The lost battles

And those self fought fights

The nights being questioned

The modes to survive.

Petrified!!

With the travelled years

The faces would be tough to classify

The impossible to make self realise....

[consciousprose]

r e w i n d

the depths of my core, trembling. the stability of my resolve, wavering. the motion of my body, stifled. every damn fiber, paralyzed. unable to contract, or relax.

the night replays  through blurred frames and static images. along narrations of familiar voices, home video by a muddled mind, signed yours truly.

rewind the VHS. scrutinize every second, searching for a suggestion- of wicked intentions. lamenting over  magnetized moments. the tape rewinds and  my mind presses play.

this midnight exhibition is where my brain glitches. trapping me  in alternate dimension- between the past and present. beneath my skin, on top of my chest. in my bed, out the window,  petrified to rewind…

- aleta jay

[kiramalibu]

[bloggerpushkin]

Maybe I was a fan

Of the critisism.

Of the rudeness.

Of all the wrongs.

Maybe the rights were just not me

Not for me.

I was water drop in the desert

That never existed.

The existence was just a metaphor.

Being gazed closely

The touch was denied

The blessings I was kept away from!!

An irony

The thoughts of being favorite

At last

Being gifted with hatred.

The life would be spent

Searching answers

To the misleads

That gave birth to the sufferings

[quotemadness]

“Speak when you are angry and you will make the best speech you will ever regret.”

— Ambrose Bierce (via quotemadness)

[philosophybits]

“Worldly faces, never look so worldly as at a funeral.”

— George Eliot, Scenes of Clerical Life

[bloggerpushkin]

Nothing more

Nothing less

Life played

The game of chess.

'Check Mate' yes

At the same address.

Re-address!!

Maybe the fate finds

A correct one dressed.

Mistakenly mixed up

Narrating biography

A complete mess.

I confess

The medicine to distress

Lost in panicking darkness.

The aches of the heart

The thoughts when apart

The mind games played smart

The incredible art

Drawn by some known part!!

Trying the fresh start

The thoughts crawl

To the memories stored in backyard.

The gaze

Doesn't amaze

Moving on

Witnessed the greatest fail.

No warn

One mourned

The gift

Left to be kept

Until the next born....

[bloggerpushkin]

What's that that exists besides all the lies??

Maybe those hallucinations

[bloggerpushkin]

None stayed

All moved.

The movement showed

They were groomed.

From years of showered love

It took seconds to unlove.

The care, the promises

Now seemed all fake.

The increased distance

I'm surprised how to take?

The gradual moves

If were known!!

I wouldn't have approved.

The falling apart

The whines from heart

Humans fell for the wicked art.

Stay back requests

None digest

The souls unmoved

A thought - were the emotions used?

The conscience says no

Just the inner me knows.

Hated being judged

I kept zero grudge.

Those not known reasons

Winters - the most cruel season.

I know, entire life would be spent

No eradication. Even for the known

purest intent.....

[music-and-quotes]

“Sometimes tears say all there is to say. Sometimes your first scars won’t ever fade away.“ - The Script

[iamforeverunclassified]

The words you don’t say

Are heavy on my ears

The words you don’t say

My ears long to hear

The words you did say

Brought pain into my heart

The words you did say

Prove you’re a liar from the start

The words you won’t say

Would allow me to stay

The words you won’t say

They’re pushing me away

-iamforeverunclassified

[music-and-quotes]

“You can get addicted to a certain kinda sadness.” - Gotye

[everytimeyousaygoodbye]

Where do broken hearts go,

Do they blend into the darkest shade of night

Do they take refuge in words and prose and mourn

Do they rest on the shoulders of melody

Do they wail and scream, into the vaccum, once called home

Do they wander and seek the reality

Or do they lie in the arms of sympathy

Do they lie still, frozen in pain, waiting for their cacciatore transform into salvatore

Where do broken hearts go............