Saturday, 5 December 2015

An independent, uninspired, self opinionated ability to think and make decisions is the most magnificent trait a human can possess.

Saturday, 21 November 2015

But, they said that Love was meant to heal. 
Maybe Love was meant to heal.

Thursday, 9 July 2015

Monday, 25 May 2015

If you are always expecting in return for the good you do to others, you aren't really doing any good at all.

Tuesday, 14 April 2015

Unlike the miles
Between you and I 
is immeasurable 
an empty space
between your heart and mine
Forgiving and letting go at the same time makes you stronger, smarter and a winner at the same time. 

Saturday, 11 April 2015

Two generations feed on
one body of yours,
served for starve and lust.
You are made love to 
sadly, sans making you feel loved
leaving thou empty yet
so much so it hurts
through each lump of every organ.
The touch of your own hand
more promising though
doesn't feel the same,
You've let men guest on you
for the fantasies of your love
you aimlessly accommodate
in and out
blood, bones and bodies,
till letting go
becomes forgetting and 
forgetting becomes familiar.
You've been taught to hold on 
till forever.
So you hold on 
to being a woman
to being the stronger version of humanity.

Wednesday, 1 April 2015

The Road

Asphalted beautifully,
in my country not so fine though 
somewhere grey, somewhere fawn
somewhere dense, sparse somewhere,
promises me and thou
a companionship
through the wandering,
diverging into rights and wrongs
reaching everywhere
ending nowhere.

Friday, 13 February 2015

Saturday, 17 January 2015

Charms Now and Forever

It keeps me wondering
What fascinates more about it,
Curves or the steeps?
For it oscillates me
while driving my blue
and thrills my adrenal,
clambering the sheer trails.
What's more bewitching
Beauty or the wildness?
For the sight, I capture
in my vision gets me through,
and the viciousness
helps me resolve within.
What is more adorable 
Chills or the companion?
For gales cross my face
whispering the nature secrets,
and a caring shirt covers me
every time I take off my shrug.
What makes it more wanted
Tranquility or the memories?
For it soothes and heals
every wound out & in me,
and souvenirs with echoes
to be recollected for life.
It keeps me pondering
What is more loving about hills,
Everything or beyond?

Tuesday, 6 January 2015

I write, again

on a high-highway
sorted all, all in place
fenced by will
and the trues.
En route, I found
a branching-boulevard
overfilled with passion
and with escape.

gleaming grin 
for me, imparting

a chaotic attractor
instilling into my soul
promptly nurturing me
to accomplish.

of time
over again.

of wait for
the needful 
and untimely
To fill up the
deepness of 
river ‘tween us.

to float across
and waiting more-
for that
desired touch 
to create.
Moreover, to attain
our notion of 
unending embrace.

queries dinging
in my mind-
While I reach, will you be there?
Or will just fade away?
Reigning Love? 
Or hurt again?
That’s why
I write,

-Abhinav Chhabra