Y aún cuando desees regalarme el universo, antes ámame...
It’s hidden here
A sensitive treasure
The pain has vanished
Like your fists never landed;
Your words unspoken.
*End Of Your Reign*
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"You are still too slow ... Learn how to make things faster."
Balcony 1403. 9:57am
Success and Love
I look to you and wonder
Which of our lies is truer?
The one you painted thin on your lips
Or the ache I carved in my heart
I look at you and wonder
Are you silently judging me?
Tearing a near castle down so you feel higher
I look at you and wonder
When did it become a contest?
To see who could be someone’s conquest
I look around and see so many beauties
Who only want release
You hear the words but never believe
Please just stop looking at me
Don’t bother with the mirror
Because what’s really pretty
Lives dormant deep inside
You locked away the innocent
Traded her for skill
Took what you wanted
Looks that could kill
But listen to the little girl
Who just wants to tw...
"Serendipity" She winked while he looked at her with a
childlike smile on his face.
"A fortunate accident" She explained and he nodded with a surprise."Yes, I know what that means, that's my favorite word too".
"I was actually searching for a travel blog while on my Holiday in Spain when I stumbled upon your blog, your writings kind of liberated me" She smiled innocuously.
He joined her in smiling. While she called their meetings and interactions which followed - a fortunate accident, Only he knew in his heart. That in all those Instagram stories which he posted, his only joy was seeing her view and only fear- not letting her drop to number two spot on viewers list.
When it come...
The house of your childhood has its own sound you're so familiar with- a form of music only you can understand everytime you go back home no matter how old you are. Sometimes when I try to really listen, I can hear my grandma's uneven walk, my brother's bike hitting the wall, or the pitter-patter of our own tag games. I can hear my dad clearing his throat, or the branches of the mango tree sliding against the roof or the thumping on my door from our dog waving his tail. Sometimes when I think about it hard enough, I can hear my grandma waking me up for school.
Out of all the languages you use to try and understand this world, my favorite is the language you use to talk to me as you look into my eyes and not say anything.
Learning is much easier than unlearning, try your best to learn positive and productive things so that you don’t end up struggling to unlearn unpleasant and harmful things.
If i could save time in a bottle
Fragments of memories signed up the subtle
Wounds of love trekked the ruffle.
Wrapped up those people, soulful and supple
Humming songs of wisdom, smile and snuggle.
If i could save time in a bottle
Will it be good to dig those memories?
Sour faces of people, filled with bitterness.
Their part might be summed up wholly for a better place.
Will it be good to distract our steady mind with lousy mess?
What if i could save time in a bottle?
Teri khamoshi ko abh kya samjhu..
Bhuji hui law ya jalta hua ishq ka janaza..
Afsos bass abh meri fitrat par rahega..
Sahunga bhi aur juban ka pakka b rahunga..
- burning heart of Balraj Rachandani
I was a mess.
When I met you.
And so were you.
We both just made are life messier.
But happier than they were before.
Memories chased her while she tried to run away. She has been trying to escape from them for a long time now. Little did she know she could never make them go away if she did not face the fact that they are a part of her.
If we get invaded by aliens and most of Earth’s population is evacuating to another planet loaded with intelligence to start anew I might be the kind of doctor to stay behind and take care of the wounded soldiers not qualified for travel.
Why would I want to be the same? A copy, like all that surrounds me. Falling into the fold. Looking, talking, acting like one of the flock.
Why choose that?
To be unique. To be myself. To question, to wonder, to let my curiosity take flight. I enjoy getting lost in fog, set adrift on an adventure, or finding my own path through the woods.
Life is not the same.
Living it should not be.
Stay different; stay you!
तू चाहे उतना तोड़ मेरे ख्वाबों को,
बस तू मुजे एक मौका दे फिर उसे संजोने का..
You are so full of jealousy, so full of hatred towards everyone
Insecure about every body part and characteristic of your soul
One moment you are full of arrogance and proudness
And the other moment you swallow everyones energy whole
Torturing us with your negative attitude and stories for pity
Trying to make us feel sorry and making us helping you trough
While actually you have a life that's too good to live, with no worries
Good education, a nice family, with caring people around you
You are abusing our loving, and trying to control our behaviors
Misleading me, and with gossiping you try to trashtalk behind my back
Because you don't want people to like me more than they like you
While I was...
Tendency of not being able to be enough is a long one,
One, I've been trying hard to let go.
Chaos whimsically streaming down the vein, like it's its own little source of enrichment.
Two, plethora of good and bad experiences can be summed up, considered as responsible.
Sooner or later, that void mess would be over, lights lurking upon you like an edgy ray of sun.
Vividness of the faces turning sour,
Words trembled like a doth of lies flattered as smoothly as butter.
Inches of knowing the known full lies or scornful truths.
There become a barrier, to protect, to save you from being misplaced, mistreated.
Awaited for the day to get to say -
"Yes, I've been trying to not try any further"...