Vikash Torkod

Colourful tote

At first, it was Blue then it became Green then Orange, then Red, Purple, Blue, the Violet Her presence is a colourful dialect. Expressions of her curvy gellable sets a milestone of happiness, Dotted lines linked from the moon to her deep blue sky of ravenous. Different language of pretentious words A feathery pen filled…

You and me

I’ve collected a galaxy of happiness since the day we first met, I saw your broad smile and felt the lack of sense in making a judgment over the stars, You were just another stranger that I met with a smiling face And now look, we’ve brought it to a carnival of weird conversations by…

With you

I want to hold your hand and feel the warmth like a cup of coffee in a winter evening, to feel the cosiness in your arms and get drown in there for infinity. I want to look into your eyes to find my constellating stars in that universe to light up my darkest of rooms…

Her hands

Her hands were cold I felt her in my running pulse The touch shortened the distance of miles and she brought all the answers of my existence. My skin tried to save her essence And was craving for her heart The balance of my emotions, Now has no calibration, of my feelings And she spares…

Forever mine

The trails of the light sticks are making my words clear, Under the deep blue sky at the utmost time for the stars, they talk to me In beautiful phrases. Your warm breath is cuddling my chest and pumping my heart inside. The more you tighten your arms around me I lose my self to…

Letter

Once, I wrote a letter to tell you about the deep emotions and feelings I have been sowing in my heart for you The truth and dares that I want to expand with yours The letter of words, words that would have the splash of every teardrop in your memory The first alphabet I remember…

Mutual

I have this question, so clear and right, Why you are so common? Why you are not close and tight? I wish to share things, that I only share with you But you seem so mutual to so many mutual, that I can’t even know, what is right! Just once, let me feel proud, just…

इकरार

वो सोफे के गद्दे में खो जाती है जब भी वो शब्दों के चदर को समय की ठंड से बचने के लिए ओढ़ कर सो जाती है, एक चुस्की ताज़गी वाली बरसात के पानी में भी ख़ुशक सा गर्माहट ला देती है, उसके करवट के साथ धीमी उसकी सांसों के आवाज दिल को एक अलग…

Two Strings

I pulled out two strings, from a corner of my green shirt of silk, that still smells like you, more of sweet-tart and rose-dip milk, Rumpled from corner to corner, depicting everything that we have between us, With a spurt of time but slowly, managed through my fingers & didn’t make a fuss, Painted it…

Sleeping

When her eyes wander around the blue sky violet edges of clouds reminds me of velvet paper, That holds diamonds for the blue moon above the world. Yellow angels dance on the rhythm of her brown hazel eyes. Deep enough to sink a ship of dreams. When the night falls with her silent warm breath…

इंतेज़ार

तुझसे कहते कहते चुप रह जाता हूं तेरे नैनों के शोर में गुम सा हो जाता हूं शब्द लबो पे आते नहीं तेरे मौजूदगी में और अकेलेपन मै कहानियां कह जाता हूं दिन के उजाले से ढलती शाम तक तेरे अभिवक्ताओं को तस्वीरों ने कैद करना चाहता हूं मैं तेरे होंठो से निकले हर उस…

Her songs

Colours filled in buckets got upside down Coz she loves to walk on the rainbow, Carrying pieces of glass to make walls of light That’s Stolen from the night or say she borrowed. Never tell her lies, for she already read you through her brown hazel eyes, Even the streaks of light get captured in…

Words in a Tea Cup

Author: Vikash Torkod