All I wanted was to disappear
Slip into the unknown
To feel free
But once I’ve disappeared
The distance overwhelms
My fear chains me
And all I want
Is to feel free
You look into her eyes, hypnotised,
Not drawn to beauty, but what lies underneath,
Tunnels of treasure, secrets and worry,
What made her so?
She'll meet your gaze, with unspoken words,
Daring you to look below.
I waited for the doomsday,
And the moment when my remnants will be the aftermath of the catastrophe.
When my breaths will be absorbed and fade into the cosmic presence of souls that knew of the heart-wrenching saga that agonised my tears.
I waited to achieve solace
I waited for immortality to pull me back into the clear waters and skies concealed by veils of clouds.
Impatient as I always was, I turned the placid ocean inside me into a whirlpool of destruction by the todes of thoughts that drowned me and drenched the ones in the vicinity.
The happenings inside me enticed the door and allured it into an early arrival.
The sensous dusks and infatuated, restless dawns sublim...
Travel means to widen up ones prospective by understanding different cultures and accepting those differences. And by viewing all those new things, one realizes that even though we might have different beliefs, different thoughts, different identities we still are one and the same, since love is a language that everyone understands.
My soul curled up like a lost, exhausted being goes to sleep amidst the freezing temperature to warm itself up because the coldness of events had turned it numb. I got reminded of the warmth your breaths engulfed me in. Gently, as they crawled on my ageing skin to embrace it. I stood in the middle of a somnolent town where the languid breezes screamed your name out in the hollowness of my heart in an attempt of a perpetual reverberation so that you reside inside me, your name oscillates in the hollowness that resides inside me. Because as much as I was a part of my own self, much more was I yours. As much as my heart throbbed to keep me alive, much more did it pump your remembrance to each ti...
I fell for you like the brownish crumpled leaves fall off the exhausted trees every autumn. Softly like the snowflakes fall in the winter to paint the entire vicinity in white. And obviously as Shakespeare quoted "No winter lasts forever, no spring loses its turn", spring had to come for I blossomed with life in your presence. I danced like the teardrops dance with the wind. I was as scintillating as the stars around you when they're around the moon. Brightening up their lives unknowingly. But little did I realise, I was in the dark sky. The leaves fell not because they were crumpled but because they had lost life, they fell in summer, sucked out of life by the scorching sun. The snow painted...
I want to travel the world and not just merely live in it. Not doing so, is equivalent to buying a big house and never exploring all the rooms.
Life is based on chances that you take or excuses that you make. One gives you experiences, while the other can lead to regret. Which would you prefer!
Life was a labyrinthine
And dooming days
And tearing souls
Altruism fading away
Into the dim lights
Of the moribund stars
That I talked to.
A sky that was engulfed
In the pallor
Of a lover's steady heart.
The globe was under
Encapsulated deep beneath the Earth
And a whining grave.
A saga untold,
Flew in the air
Until a pen captivated the feelings
And trapped them on a piece of paper.
The paper didn't wane
In the juncture of life.
And the lover breathed in the grave.
Mi llegada a tu país la imagino
desde que sueño contigo...
Abordando un avión
intentando controlar mis nervios
y a mi corazón.
Aterrizar en un aeropuerto de primer mundo,
siguiendo a los demás
para no perder el rumbo.
Mi ojos buscándote,
halando una maleta
verte o que me encuentres
entre tanta gente.
Y cuando al fin...
Tu fuerte abrazo me rodee
unas flores o un peluche
tu mano no me deje
y un beso me confirme
que ya estoy en tu país
cuando me harás feliz
porque veré asombrada a mi alrededor
y sabré que ya no estoy en El Salvador,
y que mi nueva vida
acaba de empezar
y ya no volveré a mirar atrás.
Are you still there? Will I still find you there? Above the aisle, under the lit chandelier with the light reflecting off your face with an intensity and luminosity that can put the outer space to shame? Will you still be there draped in a veil of love and your Kohl laden eyes shifting their balletic gaze from me to the ground as you shy away from any contact of our love smitten pupils?
Will you still be there in the park, resting your head on my shoulder and absorbing the aesthetic view and infancy of blossoming childhood with adorable sighs? Will you still be there on the crowded roads, holding my hands and scared of the oncoming traffic, looking into my eyes to help you cross the road? Wil...
Mountains or Beaches ??
What would you prefer? To what would you run to first? What excites you the most? What puts you at ease and gives you peace?
Have you ever thought about these questions? You might have fought with your friends about what vacation to take next : the trek to Western ghats or the beaches of Gokarna? The never ending WhatsApp group chats would just add to the dilemma and not answer any of your questions.
The best answer to these questions would just be another simple question - What speaks to you? The strong, high mountains? Or the rash waves and soothing sea breeze?
Mountains can be intimidating or scary to a few, for others they might be a feeling of strength and ca...
I am 21 years old. Female. Not studying. Not employed. What am I doing?
Let’s recap around a year back to get a better understanding.
Last year I graduated from my college. Great! I was thrilled to get out of that shit hole. It wasn't as if my college was a pathetic one. It's got a good brand name or reputation. But people, environment vibes - all sucked. So, I was out of that hell and ready to venture on my own. I had, somehow, convince my parents that I want to take an year off. Being the lovely humans they are, they had agreed. Yes, they hesitated but still agreed.
Officially, my gap year started at the end of May 2017. That means, I have spent 8 months of my gap year....
Whats it like in London?
Is it exciting! My heart wants to visit there someday. Is it just a city? I wouldn't care, i feel as though I've been there once upon a lifetime.
Another weekend gone by.
I wait in anticipation for the next weekend to come, when I do t have to stare at my screen all day long, sit in one position in my uncomfortable chair, and look at the faces of same people I have seen everyday since the last six months.
The world of adults is a hard one to cope with. Monotony, perhaps is my biggest grouse against growing up. Everyday is same, Monday could be Tuesday could he Thursday. It is the same cycle again and again.
I agree there is a certain comfort to the sameness of life but life needs excitement, a day of chaos amidst all this repetitive orderliness of everyday.
I should probably go on a long vacation. Though it would help if my pock...
Travelling....does it always have to take place physically?
I don't agree. We keep travelling through out our lives.
As soon as I wake up, I go back to my home town where I wake up with the gentle breeze and the soft rays of the sun. As I get ready for the day, the moisture from Calcutta is felt over my skin which refuses to leave it till the end of the day. A quite place where I am left all alone with my thoughts bring me to my niece who studies in hostel. Shopping bags and the discount vouchers held on to me like my mother. The delicious , mouth watering smell of food brings back images of my grandmother cooking in sweat and never complaining. The teacher who always manages to say the ri...
There was this tangible ache in my heart.
There was this oscillating restlessness deep inside my bones.
There was this unbearable helplessness in the narrow crevices of my soul.
There was this insatiable craving in the breaths.
In the somnolent towns, there was a hurricane inside me.
And you were the one who could turn it into a placid ocean
The aftermath destructing me with memories.
Where I fought an unseen, silent battle after having defeated the catastrophe.
In the silence,
My heart throbs beat loud, trying to convey the pain.
Not through tears this time.
And in that blurry loneliness,
With your absence
And my cravings
I shattered again like the mere tiny drops of fragra...