I know, I came too far though we are in the same place,
Still there’s a wind of you inside me that never settles,
It rises at particular intervals either through memories or the people,
Though the same wind only make me remember that I should not go nearby you,
That is the only time when this wind turns into earthquake, strikes with all the memories,
Which only either broke us or provided pain at later stage.
I know this wind is stopping us from doing what we want to do,but what I can do is only hope that it’s good for us and this shall also pass,
As they say never get back to the one, who broke you!!!
Car rides and summer
Drives down the beach harboring
The neighborhood kids.
The station wagon would literally be filled with as many neighborhood kids as could fit in the car for the long drive to Sandy Hook (no seat belts needed or available). This was a constant to our summers and the kids would fight each time to see which ones were lucky enough to go that time #beach #summer #friends
#CarRide #CMSummerJune #WritingPrompts
Sometimes you just can’t explain what a certain person makes you feel like and you don’t have to. They once meant something to you, and they took you places you wouldn’t have discovered if they hadn’t held your hand along the way. You don’t have to explain why it can be hard to cut the ties when you tire of these places one day. When you wake up next to them and it no longer feels right. When you can’t take seeing the same old faces, when they no longer feel like home to you. You don’t have to justify missing these kinds of people even if they hurt you in the past, it is okay feel pain over their departure. It is okay to miss them and wish for them to come back even though you’re...
A impossibilidade de não te amar
Não consigo te esquecer
Tentei mas minhas forças se dedicam à tua imagem
A palavra amor ganhou novos significados com você
Ainda sinto sua alma na minha
Talvez seja impossível sair de sua vida pois um pedaço dela é como se fosse meu
Se você quiser eu dedico minha vida a tentar te esquecer
Mesmo sendo Impossível.
No puedes detenerlos,
No puedes pararlos,
No puedes borrarlos,
Cuando llegan arrasan con todo,
Y en ese pequeño fragmento de
tiempo todo se paraliza, y
parece que vuelves a ese
tiempo donde amaste la vida o
O donde aprendiste, a pesar de
todo, que valía la pena amarla.
Whenever I think of you,
I feel your soft lips on mine,
And the warmth of your hand
As if you're holding mine.
Whenever I wish for you,
I see you in my mind's eye,
Whispering my name
With so much love, that I could cry.
When I cry, remembering our moments,
I sense you wrapping me
In a tight embrace, which
I never want to let go.
When I yearn more than anything
To simply talk to you,
I feel your presence before me, Wanting to listen intently.
When I miss you,
I feel your palm stroking my cheek,
Your loving gaze, and your soothing voice saying,
"I'm always with you..."
Wishful thinking or not
This is all I have of you
To hold on to.
I remember it so clearly.
I remember you were there, Ma.
Such a lovely memory.
I love you Ma.
I miss you.
May peace be bless upon your soul.
Warm and tender,
Coated with honey,
Soothed my aches.
Hot and burning,
Fuelled the flames of desire
That had been nearly extinguished.
Despite the distance and time,
The imprints of our love
Are still fresh in my heart.
One the brink of loss
The despair said it all
Close the eyes,
to gather the lost
future stands tall
Fear, delusion, refute
To a tranquility affair
Depends on what enters
Gone like, unspoken letters
Brittle, sharp content
Flow with the paths of water
This time I have a dress ;
But not your presence.
Every year on my birthday ,
You insisted on me wearing a dress .
Who never liked getting dressed up ;
Yes that's how lazy and clumpsy I am !
Always showed up like my usual self ;
On my birthday ,
Infront of you .
And you used to frown ;
But I used to smile and say ,
Come-on it's my birthday, I get to decide
What I do today . It's my day !!!
And that frown turned into a smile with
A little redness on that nose.
The forgiveness I got for being myself .
And the happiness I got for being around you .
My world was complete !
But then you chose to leave .
And no matter how much I tried ,
I could never repla...
Mountains have a fragrance
—clings to you forever
like a long lost love.
It makes home in the depths of your heart.
It comes askance, softly padding
Wary of what you expect from that trunk of memories
It seeps into your whole being bringing sweet lingering pain—
That scent — of green grass, earth, incense burning, wild flowers. Oh yes, my memories have that aroma.
I’m going to get a little vial and keep this fragrance bottled in.
May be when in winter, sitting by myself
I would open the vial and let the memories of mountains float around me, taking me to a world where peace is.
I walk down the
Aisle of memory lane
Tattered and stained
Sorrows that gloom
A step to get rid
Too hard and keep
The rhythm of love
With scars brings hope
Love will stay strong too
I've been listening to Hannah's tapes. Boy was she troubled! I don't quite relate to the entire series but yeah there's this one part that gets me every time. It's when Clay visualizes Hannah recording those tapes. It's the Hannah inside his head. 'cause I see you too. Right across from where I'm seated right now, the table besides the glass window. I see you holding me softly, and I feel the warmth of your skin. You take a sip of my cup of black tea and you wriggle your nose. Your probing eyes, trying to get stuff outta me. I see it all. Just about then, my tea gets served. I thank the waiter and look back at the table, besides the glass window.
The table is empty.
I knew it was one of those rare moments to cherish; the way that piece of music touched my soul.
*Recalling memories of Yiruma's concert in Singapore*
The memories like yellowed, suntanned leaves are
Scattered in the lanes of my heart
Melts my core and make me smile and cry in the same moment.
Her laugh was contagious from what I recall and her eyes beamed of joy. She was always surrounded by ones she adored and made sure no one felt ignored . She didn’t need makeup or highlights in her hair. Her beauty shown from within her and her heart was spilt everywhere. I remember her innocence, she was so sweetly naive. She saw the good in everyone and all were worthy it seemed. I can almost hear the silly giggles she would frequently belt out, she thought she was funny that is no doubt. My Lord how she felt everything so deep it’s no wonder she began to always weep. I watched her light dim from within and how her patience began to wear thin. I began to miss her at the parties where she re...
It's rusted in the places where,
there was rain,
Rest of it doesn't even know,
what it's like to be drenched..
(I started this list after our first night together, October 30,2017 and it ran current up until April 2018)
The way he captivated me that day in the offload room (I was working and he was a customer), we had met before and spoke when he would come in but nothing really grabbed my attention until that particular day..
But that day was different.. he said something to me that made me look at him (I can’t remember what he said but it was something that kind of commanded my full attention to look in his direction) and as I turned to look at him, he pulled his darkened safety glasses down his nose so that I saw his heavy blue eyes for the first time and he probed me wit...
Pictures and Videos maybe the best way to share memories. Still I prefer words.
The Magical Night: 2nd June 2017
Kuch toh Zarur dhund rahe the hum ek dusre ki aadhat mai,
Kuch vo meri aankhon mai kuch mai uski baaton mai.
Gehri thi saasein aur halke the bol,
Dohara rahe the baatein vahi gol-gol.
Na aankhen mila paa rahe the na chura paa rahe the,
Na jazbaat baya kar paa rahe the na chupa paa rahe the.
Dheere dheere hamari baatein khatam hone lagi,
Samay ki suyi raftaar kuch pakadne lagi.
Vo mere kandhe par sir rakhne ki jagah bana rahi thi
Aur mai tab bhi uske dil mai jagah banane ki.
Fir kuch yun hua,
Maine dheere se uske labbon ko chua.
Vo thoda sa ghabrai, vo thoda sa sharmai,