FIRST LOVE pt. 3
Occasionally, I get dreams and I'm right back there again. I'm still as trembly as I was back then. I sometimes weep at this vast inner romantic saga that sporadically played out in my mind. There's all this mass of emotional energy just spreading outwards and it all ends terribly unhappy. People talk about one love but there is the need to love and the need to be loved and they're not the same thing.
FIRST LOVE pt. 2
All first love is unrequited ultimately because it's so huge, it's such an act of giving and it requires so much back that it can never be given back; and indeed you wouldn't necessarily want it given back. It's just like an atom bomb, it's all the energy of who you are and who you want to be and what you love and what you hope to be explodes; and it is impossible for single human being to offer that back to you in a mutual way. It would be like matter meeting anti-matter. It is almost important that what you do is worship and yearn and long, and that for me was the single most important thing in my life.
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Ayúdame a entender que me falta, porque no soy suficiente para ti. Porque tantos detalles, porque te preocupas por mi si no me amas. Me confundes porque me dices que no somos nada, que nunca va poder ser. Pero cuando convivimos juntos como si fuéramos pareja pareces ser lo contrario a lo que dices. No se que creer porque mi corazón Te Ama y se sostiene de cualquier esperanza. Y esos momentos que pasamos juntos que siento tu amor me asen pensar que al lo mejor hay algo. Pero necesito aprender a volver amarme a mi como lo hacía antes de conocerte.
Siempre nos pasa y nos enamoramos de la persona equivocada.
FIRST LOVE pt. 1
That unbelievable hole that opens up inside me of longing and yearning and pain and joy. That great bundle of toxic emotions alied to beauty and opens up in to nature and glory and suddenly connects me to every love poet and love song ever written. That explosion in my head and heart can never be matched, "you can never hope to recapture that first fine careless rapture" I think the poet put it. But it stays with me like a good acid trip. I get a little flashback every now and then - it'll never leave me. It teaches me to see and feel things differently, it educates my soul.
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Lo que veo de ti me hace dudar, me confunde o sabes engañar muy bien o en realidad cambiaste y tu eres el unico que no se da cuenta
The search for the inevitable truth is neverending. But what is this inevitable truth? How does one define it? And if the definition varies from person to person, then is it really the inevitable truth?
Sometimes what the eyes perceive and ears hear is incomplete truth and sometimes its blatant lie. Yet one firmly believes what one sees and listens. Our mind plays the major role in this judgement, and yet it fails to clear the mist around the Truth.
Truth is not defined by years it has lived, and neither is it defined by the number of its believers. Truth is like the river that flows, unperturbed by the ectal factors. It doesn't care how long and arduous it's journey is, how far away...
Your eyes reminds me of an ever sinking ocean of dreams
Your mouth twitching into a smile so dreamy
Your finely manicured teeth slyly peeping out at me
Your nose suspended as my heart feels right now
Your eyebrows stretching for lengths into fine contours
Your tiny wrinkles forming puddles of joy and sorrow
Your enormous ears where I want to speak all night long
Your stubble where I lose myself so often
Your neck where I can snuggle forever
Your arms where I left my soul to rot
Your crotch which united with my energy so divine
Your legs which reached me always on time
You. Your aura and my trauma.
It lives and decays. Ever like time.
Your eyes reminds me of a graveyard sometimes.
I have my best friends always there for me,
But why am I always lonely?
Everything seems so perfect,
Family great, work going well,
Then why am I so unhappy?
Something is missing, something is wrong,
What's so disturbing ?
Why so confused ?
Me dice que meta mano
Pero de seguro lloras
Con nuestra foto en la mano,
Y si!!!, lo nuestro fue bakano
En este momento
Me fuy en sentimiento
Con lagrimas en los ojos
Me estoy despidiendo
Yo diciendo adiós
Y háblarte lo que siento
El porque yo, salí corriendo
Este sube y baja
me llena de miedo
De ver a una dama bella
En constante progreso
No tengo que ofrecer
no soy piedra de tropiezo
Usted va pa arriba
Y En economía sigo tieso
Me quedo aquí en palco
Viendo tu progreso
Una mujer bella
Con sueño muy intenso
Yo dando golpes de suerte
Sigo fallando en el intento
Y hoy me arrepiento
Pero en este juego
yo soy de el equipo
Que en la 9na va perdiendo
Ya las Estrellas como...
दिवस जात आहेत तासांचा हात धरून वर्षही महिन्यांच्या मागोमाग.
जीवनाच्या या बदलत्या चित्रांना निरखत मी मात्र तशीच आहे "न बदलेली".
I was waiting for my drug from her,
Minute by minute passed;
But no reply from her...
The night passed,
And me too...!!
And if nobody knows them
We don't exist anymore
It feels like flying; this falling out
Finally free; maybe lost
A fling; a forest; a floor
And this fork will never get me again
And that I know quite well
Everyday she tried to stich her wounds with her tears knowing he doesn't like a wounded heart, hoping he'll find it as perfect as new, but then he came, who found flaws in the stitching again, tore open all her wounds and left, leaving the wounds open to be stitched all over again, alone.
Thankfully her tears were always beside her, who held her back to start the stitching with the perfect mix of blood and tears, hoping he'll like this one, and the circle continued till there were no tears to shed and no blood to flow!!
Kabhi gumte the in galiyon mein
Haath pakadkar chala karte the
Aaj tum kaha aur mein kaha
Lekin yeh rasta thehra raha
Masroof hone lage tum
Aur raah mein dekhti rahi
Dillagi ke iss daur mein
Woh galiyah bhi awaj deti gayi
Jaane anjane hi sahi mohabbat toh hui
Afsoos ek tarfa mohabbat adhoori hi reh gayi
- Akshaya Khot
Sitting in bed
with a coffee
with my puppies
is a happy treat
on a rainy day
while I listen to
the radio and read.
Feeling of returning back to him scratches my wound and then the realisation that I can't be with him make it non recoverable. Why he did it to me it's been five year but still it pains that much only as it was first time when I realised his lies and my worth in his life.
I still take his name only when I am in immense pain because I haven't forgot him fully , it's only that I have buried memories related to him so deep in my heart and mind that it flashes back only when guards of my mind are off i mean when my unconcious mind is off duty and then my mind ,soul , and heart become inconsolable.
I resolutely uphold/
My life and my terms.
How long will you occupy my dreams
How long will you own everything that's mine
How long will this life has to be mine and memories yours, days mine and nights yours
Narration mine and story yours, how long will your habits stay as my addictions, how will I be yours even though you are not mine.