Shayandas - Shayan Das

Maybe sometimes we love people vehemently not because we expect that only they out of the 8 billion flesh and bloods can cleanse the bruises of our own flesh, fly us to the greatest height, or bring with them the most benign of days, but because we fear that only they amidst the herd of strangers can rip apart the same flesh, push us down from the same height, and bring the selfsame hours to an end. Perhaps we love not because we dream enough of having but because we're too scared of losing.

Shayan Das

"Whose death are you more afraid of, my or yours?" the girl enquired and the boy replied, "Yours" whilst whispering somewhere deep within himself, "For darling, I'm the last person to die on Earth. After me none shall die".

Shayan Das

Don't fall for someone who won't pull you up.

Shayan Das

Love me, I'll write good poems. Break my heart, and I'll write better poetry.

"And what makes a poet so different?" the girl enquired and the boy replied with a smile on his face, "You can end an eternity gazing at the ceiling and doing nothing".

Shayan Das

The duplicitous world has set enough examples of how self-love doesn't portray selfishness rather selfishness portrays self-love.

Shayan Das

We're all but traders trading days for the stars and nights for the sun.

Shayan Das

Trust me, it's not what you've lost that matters, but what you're losing while lamenting over it.

Shayan Das

The problem with being an artist is that you are expected to make pain beautiful; make your insecurities look drop-dead gorgeous, albeit knowing that with every stone turned to gold, you're deprived of using it to build a home. A good friend of mine once said to me that to make art is to bear a fruit. When the fruit fails to taste delectable, you don't say just the fruit is bad; you point out that the plant is bad. When the art doesn't relate to or contradict your own convictions, you don't merely complain the art is bad; you indicate the artist is bad.

Shayan Das

You Won't See Me Cry (poem) by Shayan Das