All I have left till I start a new life elsewhere.
A new beginning awaits
The past can't be changed.
You can't help people that don't want to be helped.
Life never stays the same, it always changes.
This is the point in my life where things change
The only thing I can change is the future
The journey through this city is something I will always remember
For this city is what shaped me to who I am now
It's time to move forward and enter the next stage in my life.
In the dark
There was you
In my mind
In my heart
Every bit of you
Our endless talks
Till 5am in the morning
In my eyes
Those days were gone
And all I had to live with are
Secluded syllables that come to mind,
While answering questions hidden inside,
A theatrical atmosphere, Scattering like golden,
Circling around the dome,
Illuminating only few lines,
Like throwing clues up in the air,
And waiting for the right hands to catch them,
On the ground,
Which holds half lived souls,
Lost in hope,
Closing their vision,
Counting every particle that is falling in their direction,
It’s just too late !
It’s so late!
As soon as I turned into an adolescent,
the discussions on my fertility had become predominant.
When the d day arrived,
my family quite rejoiced,
A huge procession was arranged,
and I assumed it was just to declare that my body has changed,
When I deterred this ideology,
I was forced to ask for an apology.
I stood stunned,
As my pleas were shunned,
I shrank beneath in my heart,
when my secrets were blown apart.
What is wrong,I wondered,
and was lost and cornered,
on why I was made to sit in a corner,
and was only allowed to murmur.
Why am I feeling so dirty?
Is it a sin to hit my puberty?
I realized that these customs are unfathomable,
I resisted to be treated as an untou...
"I always felt that it was me who had to apologise first. The spontaneous anger, the emotional fallout and finally the apology, they all seemed to happen at quick pace for me. I didn't wait a lifetime to apologise, I felt what could be corrected soon needs to be addressed first. So time and again I had a fallout with someone, I was the one to approach for a patch up. It did feel annoying after a point of time, especially when the mistake pointed to the other side. But a habit so organically inculcated wasn't easy to forego, even if it meant to be taken for granted by many.
The first time I realised this was when Priya and I parted ways. It was her decision which I had to honour, but my hear...
Friends back in time......
Jogging back through memory lane,
It took me back to the very beginning when we were happy without a blame.
To a time, when waking up next to you was something to look forward to.
Each time we are together, things felt brand new...
We were the lime light of the show,
There wasn't a darn thing that could bestow-
The bond so firm to stand-
Beyond anything that would've been made by man!
Then "Time" introduced its fur of trade-
Demanded the price set to be paid!
There was a calling in his eyes
Which she couldn't ignore
There was a spark between them
Which he adored.
But they lived in a wrong timeline
She knew, "He couldn't be mine."
He couldn't get over
With his lost broken heart.
And she was bound to another man
Whom she once loved.
They fell apart eventually
Because you can't eat
The forbidden fruit but taste it.
All she had then was
His memories and
Her touchscreen phone
Full of his images
But it never let her touch
His cheecks anymore.
and In my dreams
I am found
to feel forever
the sinking softness
that swells and falls-
a grace my eyes
do take away
for sin as man
by nature comes
all for the love of woman
This girl, who was just a few days old when I first saw her, is now soon going to be of my height.
This girl, who as a toddler used to write on whichever book she found in the house, is now a topper and what not.
This girl, who lick the whole plate after finishing her ice cream, is now offering me her food.
This girl, who doesn't used to remember me, whenever we met, writes beautiful lettrs for me.
This girl, who didn't had any friends, now blushingly ask my advise for the proposals.
This girl, whom I used to force, to dance with me, now moves on her own rhythm.
This girl, whom we all used to tease for being so thin,now have turned into this beautiful, confident youn...
Accuser abusers living behind the corner junkyard
Feeling drugstores stealing a sanitary spade card
Empathy tuned up further, than it should ever be
Rollercoaster hayride purposed just for me
Shirt free me breathless; a coward for a lovely dime
If only regret regretted getting back into my life
They beat me in the street until I became black and blue
Children saw us drive away in a darkened Pinto
If only regret regretted getting around into my life
Lovely colors run and blood bleeds through strife
Everyone likes mama she is rarely understood
Friends call me friendly with weapons in the hood
Radiation stings much merchandise down the drain
Purple purpose swimming hidden in heaven's vein
Everyone is selfish by varying degrees. Call it self-respect maybe, defensiveness, self preserving instinct, but selfishness nonetheless. A true companion might be the person who teaches one how to love another life more than one's own. Someone who will help you gently shed the armour you have worn. The soul who will stand by you and for whom you'll stand strong.
Para mis amigos y amigas.
La amistad: un don que llega desde los más hondo del corazón.
Amigos son los que te dan cariño en momentos de crisis, amor en momentos de soledad y alegría en momentos de tristeza.
Amigos son los que miras a los ojos y sientes que te quieren.
Amigos son los que, cuando caes, te levantan, cuando caminas en la oscuridad te iluminan en camino y cuando tienes miedo te dan valentía para seguir adelante. Solo esos amigos y sus recuerdos perdurarán por siempre.
LES DESEO UN LINDO Y FELIZ DÍA A TODOS MIS AMIGOS Y AMIGAS DE LETTRS.
I don't think I will achieve anything great in life. I like the mediocre life, I am scared of the changes. Not knowing what I want, I question life everyday. Why does death seem easier than living somedays. But occasionally I want to breath, live for others. But I am waiting for the day when all I want is to live, endure just for myself. Not worrying about making anyone happy but myself. When I truly want to live and the thoughts of death don't lurk around.
I now fathom
the intensity of love
and loss they speak of
in prose and poetry.
I am in pain
from feeling all
boil within me
to the fingertips
that tap on.
Right now, there's still a sparkle in your eyes.
Right now, you're still smiling that special smile for me.
Right now, I'm still your favorite person in the world.
Right now, our future together is as real and tangible as ever for you.
But I know better.
Come morning, everything will change.
Tommorow my name will be the one sound you will hate the most.
The day after that you will probably burn all the pictures we took together.
Next week you might sleep with a stranger purely out of spite.
That weekend your girlfriends will drag you out to the club and assure you that it's a wonderful idea to drown your sorrows in tequila. Don't mind them, they mean well.
If I roam the world
come back to my room
Everything about these walls
but that is what makes it
I know all 343
and I know whose height
is on the tall door
and I know that spot
where I laid down and grew cold
on the floor
I have fallen so much
in this home of a box
all that is here
by my burning tears
Outside this room
nothing is real
so why would one
choose to leave?
The air here is mine
and so are these words
floating and fluttering
said and heard by me
like nowhere else,
I would never wish
for such safety
If I leave this house