#lily #AprilCBFChallenge #3LinesADay
The lily remains
In a pot at my mother's
Facebook couldnt revive the memories she had 'On this day',
but she nurtures the samplings of those memories every single day.
Now when poeple have gone far away,
only burns and bruises are going to stay,
she contemplates whether to cherish or to regret,
And then with the first sip of coffee, she chooses to forget.
Spent time together.
Left some sweet memories
Some I wish were never made
Few I desire to exist
Some were extremely bitter
Words heal, words hurt
All in all
We may not want them
always to stay
But their absence also
leaves a void.
They miss her
And she looks for them
Barely understanding the reality
Our souls will always
Even when now
they are apart.
#CHRONICLES OF FAMILY
last letter ....
how to start ?
where it will ends?
i don't know
i never betray
i was loyal
but didn't u checked?
my heart is still beating
You're my heaven,
i didnt spoke ,
i was afraid of lossing you,
had you ever seen me , in my eyes ,
Shadow, answered me?
no, you always wants me to say Yes or No,
You knew , my life is in darkness,
and i didnt thought about you, to live in my darkness,
im happy ,
and smiling , because You forgot me,
but it was for me,
like is this a dream ?
or i didnt gave you a single memory?
i asked my self , every day .
but truely, i did.
what you said?
and i had what you gave.
in my heart , our memories,
our small l...
Llevo días sin dejar de pensarte, la forma en que me mirabas como si fuera realmente algo de valor, tu sonrisa o si es que acaso me recuerdas. No te culpo si me has olvidado, pero ese hecho me rompería desde dentro.
Tu nombre se posa en mis labios a diario, y se quiere escapar; pocas veces he logrado desviar mis pensamientos de tu esencia. Imagino tu silueta en la oscuridad, cuando ella se acerca no lo puedo evitar y mi mente viaja a esa tarde; quisiera que tus manos tomaran su lugar y que tus besos me atacaran, me embriagaran de más.
Recuerdo tus locuras, cada una de tus lunas; me sabe a amarte el café. Te veo entre las multitudes del centro comercial, en los pasillos de la escuela, en...
¿Recuerdas cómo te sentiste la primera vez que me viste? ¿Cómo te sentiste la primera vez que sostuviste mi mano? ¿Has soñado con nuestra primera pelea o nuestro primer beso?
¿Cómo te sentiste la primera vez que te hice reír? ¿Y la primera vez que te abracé? ¿Qué hay de la primera vez que nuestras miradas conectaron?
¿Cómo te sentiste la primera vez que te dije "te quiero"? ¿Cómo te sentiste cuando te diste cuenta de tus sentimientos por mí? ¿Recuerdas cuando que los rumores surgieron?
Debí abrazarte un poco más aquella ultima vez que te vi.
Debí grabar tu aroma en mi memoria, las curvas de tu risa, tu silueta. Debí imprimirle más cariño a ese beso y dejar que la voz se me quebrara. Debí decirte lo mucho que te quise, que te quiero.
Debí darme cuenta que es delito ocultar lo que provocas, debí obligarme a decirte la verdad; que te necesito.
Debí saber que era la despedida, porque de haberlo sabido, me habría aferrado a ti; a lo nuestro.
Society. Isn’t this word venomous? It makes you do 80% of things that you wouldn't have done if it didn't exist. My name is "Victim". This is my story.
My parents were told his family is the best I could get. They were one of the most reputed family of my clan. Our families met. I met him. My parents were happy for me. We got engaged and got married after 2 years. That phase of 2 years gave me so many hints which I ignored. I used to tell maa that they misbehave with me. A few days before marriage maa told me that we can call it off if you are not happy. But I over thought it. Didn't want my family to be the talk of the town. So I told her, "What's in my destiny shall prevail anyways."
College hopped in,waved hi
Farewelled school,said goodbye
Once college was my dream,
New world with different streams.
I will never forget the welcome party
Bunking the class!! Remember proxy,
Night before exam also record writing.
Seen the best of love and friendship;
Garnished by breakups and gossips.
N. India tour and trips became the vodka
Picnics,feasts,hangouts added coconut water.
Days, when cried out the river
And laughed like no tomorrow.
Best years of my life,coming to an end,
Saying,college days indeed a dream;
Time to bid farewell,won't happen again.
Hi Guys. (Before I start the nightly rituals to enter bed) I wanna say thank you for yesterday. 😊
Looking back at it, I realise what made it wonderful was that I spent it with you lot.
Not to put down any of the activities or anything. Oh no.
Visiting the fireflies will (I think) always give me a mixture of calm, gratefulness, peace and rejuvenation all rolled up together.
And the meal and dessert was great. 😋 I enjoyed entering the funko pop store for the first time and just... "Silently" cooing over all the pop dolls.
Oh, and the animation of 'Journey' and the one with Oliver were beautiful and it was oddly relaxing. Even though 'Journey' subtly had me on edge as it started w...
Acuérdate de mí cuando la vida te sonría, y también cuando te dé la espalda. Cada vez que el tiempo vuele, y también si se posa un instante en tu ventana. Acuérdate de mí con cada uno de los días que se quedaron solos, y en todas esas noches que llegaron juntas. Acuérdate de mí con las cosas que quieras conservar, y también con todo aquello de lo que te quieras deshacer. Acuérdate de mí como de esa canción que tarareas todo el tiempo, pero también como ese número al que sabes que no vas a llamar. Acuérdate de mí cuando abras las cortinas, y si acaso cuando cierres las ventanas.
No hace falta que lo hagas todo el tiempo, pero cada vez que quieras, sólo acuérdate de mí.
Trying to forget you
Is my hopeless-wistful dance.
One step forward, two steps back...
A wish means so much, something which you desired for long!! For some it may be a phone, money, lust, love ....
For me it's my childhood...
The days which I don't remember... My infanthood..
I want to see my mothers smile when I first time said Ma..
I want to see my sisters face when she saw me...
I want to see my father's face when I held his long fingers in my small hands...
I don't want to grow small , I want to see those moments... Moments of joy which my family experienced.
I want to see my childhood...
I fell in awe
with the way
you once wanted me.
I am sorry a thousand times
if the way my lips shake
did not make you quiver,
are the withdrawals setting in?
They say true love is poetry,
but I have not felt it lately.
It has come up in drips and drabs
and burns like lies.
It has felt a lot like
my fifth watered-down drink
at a busy bar
when I just want to go home.
It has felt a lot like
the silhouette of your body
the empty bed makes.
I miss your weight.
And I miss your love.
Navigating the Labyrinth of her thoughts was as exciting as playing a game of Shoots and Ladders, an ever ascending exotic landscape of profundity that as you neared the end and thought you had her all figured out, like a T.S. Elliot poem, returned you to the start to know it for the first time. They had a new car smell and feel to them, whereas everyone else's always seemed pre-driven.
Just another day in love!
We walked by the sea shore, hand in hand,
wishing the breeze would never end.
I laid my head on his arms,
Asked him if we could ever have a day.
A day with no grief, no worries and no quarrels.
He smiled, nodded and kissed my forehead.
We walked towards the young boy who sold the balloons near by. Our eyes met but nothing to say.
We walked towards the shore again while he said "our troubles and our worries are just like these balloons. The more we ponder, the bigger we let it blow and ultimately it bursts. Rather, let's keep it simple. We let it blow to an extent where it causes no harm and then we tie it and let it fly. Let it fly so far that it shall never come...
I'm at the Gp Sda church for sabbath school and divine services as well as the quarterly communion service for the Adventist church of grande prairie. Anyhow I'm just listening to everyone singing sounds better with me not singing right now despite taking voice lessons at long and mcquade once a week for a half hour at a time. Anyhow sabbath school is now. I'm not sure who's going to teach sabbath school lesson today but Paulette Kurylo is the presenter for the sabbath school today. Anyhow sounds on now for the videos. One is in Lagos in Africa. Anyhow interesting international stuff. Anyhow my parents are coming to town to visit my grandma and see how she is doing. Anyhow I'm just ho...
the sun was missed.
to be touched with it's kiss is one more blessing to add to the list
some thing i wont miss is this stiff neck. an elbow is needed to knead this knot out which i possibly got from looking at knock outs. "watch out" i tell myself,
"eyes on the road, fool!"
what's coming up next is an attempt to go old school
flash back to the past when i lived at my aunt's house; swimming in the pool was something fun to do on a hot day in summer as a way to stay cool after school or any day of the week
Sobre se refazer
E, finalmente, eu desabei. Depois de uma semana ou duas sufocando. O choro veio silencioso, devastador. Depois de uma hora ou duas veio a calma. Ou será que foram três? Me fez dormir, pelo menos. Acordei e respirei fundo. O peito mais leve, a alma mais limpa. Depois de um minuto ou dois tomei coragem. Levantei. Ontem sentia o peso do mundo, hoje pesava tanto quanto uma flor. Alívio. Desabar é bom as vezes, né?! Aí a gente pode reconstruir, se refazer mais forte.