YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL

Hey! My love , My beloved...
I gotta tell you
You have beautiful ears,
to listen all good.
You have beautiful eyes,
to see the best of me.
You have beautiful vocals,
to utter beautiful words.
You have beautiful soul,
to beautify yourself and people around.
You are beautiful...

You complete me.
You are my strength.
You are the one
I can be with
Without any second thoughts
Without any fear of loss
Without any fear of lacking out
Because its only you
Who can't make me sad
Who can't make me feel bad about anything.

What I can't believe is ...
How come we have so much to talk about
Even after more than two years of daily conversations
How come 400 miles
Not been a barrier yet
How come you understand my feelings
Before me telling you
How come you recide in my heart.
How come....

Know Me

Know me, not by ripping clothes
But, by ripping soul. - Mahrukh


Here the sketchbook comes to an end.
When I bought it, back in March, I had no idea, that I'll finish it so beautifully, because I had never used charcoal pencils, so it was a completely new thing to me. Obviiously I messed up some of the sketches (which I didn't post), but now that I look at it, it is my best art collection. There were times, when Mahrukh's writings were too challenging to visualize and stroke down, but thanks to her, for helping me there. And also , for letting me use them, because I never asked her for using her work. It just started. Her writings inspired me, and I found this as a way to express my gratitude.
Apart from what I sketched, several others, which are my favourire are still left. We'll see about those some other day.
What else? Yes, thanks to all of you, who supported and showered so much love upon this amateur artist.
I'm gonna miss sketching.
But again, I'm a lazy person, so I'll somehow find my muse in naps,
To everyday that I experienced and the art I created between
11/03/2017 and 03/09/2017.


PS: Kept the last sketch as simple as I could have.

#SketchBookOfQuotesByMahrukh

I Felt Raw

I felt raw again, when you stopped loving me at midnight. - Mahrukh

If I Can

Some days, I will just crawl your spine, count your vertebrae & see if I can make space there. - Mahrukh

Just Look

Just look me in the eye and you will see how fixed I am.
Just look at my body and you will see the torned parts have been stitched so finely.
Just look into my soul and you will see its not tormented anymore. - Mahrukh

Missing Sleeps

I have started missing sleeps,
How effortlessly you won it. - Mahrukh

Those Goosebumps

I want to witness those goosebumps that appear on your bare skin before I touch it. - Mahrukh

The Bruises

It's 5 AM and I miss the bruises. - Mahrukh

Why Do We?

Why do we want to approach those, who are out of approach,
And don't approach those,
Who want to approach us. - Mahrukh

Now, Can You Imagine My Loss?

What is left of a heart without a heartbeat?
Now, can you imagine my loss? - Mahrukh

Read Me Rumi

Read me Rumi,
And I am all yours. - Mahrukh

Lay So Close

Lay so close,
That we suffocate,
With every breath we take. - Mahrukh

Don't Cover

Don't cover
Let me seek pleasure. - Mahrukh

You Cracked The Darkness

You cracked the darkness inside me
Just like the sun that cracks the night. - Mahrukh

Wine

No wine is sweeter than the wine that has touched your lips oh beloved. - Mahrukh

The Breeze

The season is being so cruel, my love...
The breeze is bringing me your scent my love. - Mahrukh

Turning The Burden

Only she had that amazing talent of turning the burden on her shoulder into wings. - Mahrukh

Lets Flood The World

Lets flood the world with our love. - Mahrukh

Maybe

And maybe he would never know how much she wrote for him. - Mahrukh

Did I?

Did I tell you that my coffee gets cold eversince you left. - Mahrukh

The Moment

The moment you fall upon your knees,
Only then you know your strength. - Mahrukh

Nothing Attracts Us But...

Nothing attracts us but those mysterious, chaotic, messed up, tangled souls. - Mahrukh

Instead Of Realizing

Instead of realizing that it was not present at first place,
We continued to make it better. - Mahrukh

Kind Of Love

Every kind of love leads to the divine love. - Mahrukh

ना जाने किस मुकाम पर आ गई हूँ
हो गई हूँ पवित्र एक सति सी
या अपवित्र एक वेश्या सी
अब तक जो थी भोली बच्ची सी ।

ना जाने कहा है ईस मुकाम का डेरा
ना जाने कब होगा एक सुंदर सवेरा
ना जाने क्या हो पाएगी राह एकसी
ना जाने कब होगी सीता राम कि ।

सब्र हि इन्तेहा है
सब्र हि है माया
सब्र हि जवाब है
और सब्र हि काया ।

काश की लिख सकती मै और भी
काश की शब्द होते मेरे पास भी
काश की सोच सकती दैनिक कार्य से ऊपर उठकर
काश की बन सकती सीता राम की ।

इतिहास ने भी दिया जवाब है
ना राम ने कभी वचन तोडा है
ना सीता ने कभी धर्म छोडा है
और ना ही कभी बनी है सीता राम कि ।

हिमानी


PS- I can't find an appropriate title for this poem. This is my first poem in Hindi. And I am like reading these lines again and again... 

And Here We Ended Up

And here we ended up
Lying so close
With no sheets of fear
With no pillows of worry
Parched lips and shattered bodies
Offering one another, the naked souls
Accepting the flaws, and all of them
Your ink spilled fingers, imprinting poems on my soul
Kissing you and drawing everything you once scribbled
And here we ended up,
Just you and me
And the vacuum of love in between. - Mahrukh

Tonight, I'm Peeling Down

And tonight, I'm peeling down the skin, you left scars on. - Mahrukh

With Him

With him it was more like demanding fruits from a fruitless tree. - Mahrukh 

The Woman From Brothel

Even the woman from brothel ends up handling over a piece of her heart. - Mahrukh

A CEREBRAL STORM

There is definitely a storm,
The one similar to Hurricane Patrica
Heading towards my brain.
Damaging my nervous system,
Protection layers are already destroyed,
A billion neurons are killed,
Brainstem is broken,
Pressure can be recorded in killobars,
And my brain is working 50%,
Contradictory to scientists' claim,
For a normal being.

Yeah! This is not normal.... !!

By God's grace,
My body is supportive.
Arteries are at work,
Oxygen supply being doubled,
Nutrient consumption increased.

But what am I thinking?
Am I thinking to rest it,
With my experience of minor atmospheric disturbances.

Whom am I fooling?
Self?
The people around?
or
You, The Almighty?

I don't have an answer
Only TIME can heal.

Lets Live Moments

Lets live moments
so that we won't have years to regret. - Mahrukh 

Last Letter

For some, a letter knocked the doors,
For some, arrived men,
Both served the same purpose,
Separation. Separation of
Boys from their fathers,
Fathers from their kids,
Husbands from their wives,
But none from their mothers.
Dressed in mud, decorated with grass,
Highlighted in grease, we crawled.
Everything I learnt in junior high,
Everything I learnt in college,
Accounted no moral advantage,
But I wasn't too grown up to know that,
I never thought much,
They asked, I did,
I did, they asked.
Humourous.
They told,
Loose or make them loose,
Shoot or get shot,
And I did, blindly. Shot 'em all.
Soul cracking music of beats and rythm,
Everywhere, with a little metallic touch,
Drenched in sweat and blood,
But mostly in blood, we climbed,
Climbed over heaps of corpse,
Over Victory or loss? I don't know.
I guess, answers change with time,
With perspective and liabilities.
I enjoyed it back then, too much,
I was just killing people ruthlessly,
Cold and straight,
I enjoyed it, it was a pure feeling,
I was serving the land,
or at least this is what they told me,
I felt energetic, powerful and dignified,
After everyone I shot,
Apparently.
I didn't look, I didn't see,
With every person I killed,
A family was ruined,
I didn't see the root of the tree I struck everytime.
Fun fact: Even the dried off trees have roots.
But currents were supposed to turn one day,
One ordinary day, everything went the usual way,
Nothing changed, but the relative positions,
I was standing on the other side of the bullet,
I got pierced, through the center of my chest,
Some liquid came out,
And perspectives changed at that very moment,
A family, a girlfriend, some friends, some places,
They all scratched the brain,
But I was most surprised by the thought,
That was born that very moment only,
That the people whom I killed would be having the same,
I regret for not sharing that thought.
No, wait! I did, I shouted,
But barely someone heard,
The music was too loud.
Smiling friends, and kissing my girl,
Were some of my last thoughts,
Along with the planned incomplete
Letter that I sent to my mom,
'Return safe. I will pray', she wrote.
'I will', I wrote back,
'Wrapped in national flag', I never added.
Happy Ending.

A Poet & Love

A poet fell in love or it was love that made him poet? - Mahrukh

Maybe

Maybe it was the wind that brought us together and we ended up with the clouds of friendship. - Mahrukh

Would you?

Touching your soul heals mine.
Now would you stay? - Mahrukh

The Cycle

Drowning.
Struggling.
Recovering.
Drowning. - Mahrukh

Hollow Inside...

Hollow inside,
Healing people around. - Mahrukh 

My Words Will Turn Out To Be Stars

And one day my words will turn out to be stars,
And would guide you through the dark. - Mahrukh

His Ignorance Splits Her

His ignorance splits her into infinite hopeless pieces. - Mahrukh

Strength is all I desire

Strength is all I desire
To find eternal truth
To be your mailman
To latch into shastra
To be a sadhu.

To be one who does what he says
To be one who says what he does

Henceforth I pray
To rest this storm
On how can a lady be an illusion
Simultaneously being tryst for all Gods
On how can you be supremely shaped
Simultaneously being shapeless.

P.S. -
In the eleventh hour
I question the reader
For the eternal answer
"Why should one know about God?"

That Messy Feel

Why is my heart not at rest?
He was not the only person left. - Mahrukh

Just let her once

She can collect the shattered pieces of your fragile heart.
She can put an end to your misery.
She can bright up your dark world.
Just let her once.
Just let her once.
Rather than just burning her into ashes. - Mahrukh

Misery

Waiting was more beautiful than separation! It offers less misery and leaves less scars! - Mahrukh

And Everyday...

And everyday she sleeps with a little hope, with a little undying affinity! - Mahrukh

To BE IN REVERIE

And this is how one plunge in endearment
May be some teasing
May be some social sites
May be some glimpse
And rest strain completed by fantasies.

Then thy would dig out the homogeneity
Would ruminate the ups and downs
With the fancy man
Would associate the gallant with every habitual happenings throughtout
Furthermore would merry eventuality.

Sherlock Holmes