Afterlife through words and memories is the afterlife we believe in, fortunately or unfortunately.
I think it was nice,
Having you so close
But it just made the nights lonelier
When I had no one to hold
Trying to convince myself that I just love you as a friend
But I know better cause I know I'll love you till the end
"It has been a long time. Why you still hold onto this love?" They asked.
I looked back at them - "Where can I put it down?"
It is not the goodbyes which hurt us but the flashback of memories that follow.
this is the day! dont cry 😆 okay?
im writing coz i wanted to say thank you and paalam.
SALAMAT for the short but wonderful memories we've shared together - the crazy and unplanned moments of eating at taza, nearest buffet just to feed my always hungry tummy. Or even the spur of the moment movie watching, random park n shop visits just to satisfy your ice cream cravings. We even took and challenged ourselves to a 30min stroll/exercise from the clinic to the metro talking about not-so-sensible things. SALAMAT for your friendship - listening to every details of my dreams, plans, problems, worries and your unmeasurable patience for my kakulitan, pang-aasar, moodiness and kagag...
SKYLARK CHALLENGE 104- SKYLARK SPECTACULAR (#2)
FAR FROM REALITY
PARTICLES of RUST between
broken cerebral connections.
as memory is moving out
and time moves on.
Far from reality
Familiar cadence repeats,
I am syncopated passion,
THINK of a plethora of pain never forgotten;
in moments SCUFFED outside wisdom’s mind.
When dementia finds me
far from reality
banging and bombarding
a misplaced identity
where only music
was MY ESCAPE.
Finding a fading smile
sunset pausing briefly
basking in MOCKING shades
of days passed away
stroked against p...
"How do you feel, coming back here after so long?"
She smiled, "Happy"
"How? You lost so much here!"
"Yeah, I did. But the memories don't hurt anymore.
I can feel the sunlight grazing my face, the wind gliding through my hair, and smell the roses. I think I'll be happy here. I think, maybe, I can find that 4 year old again."
Loving you is beautiful..
Like the smell of an old book
Like an old photograph
Like the cool blowing winds just before the rain falls
Like the melodies of the wind chimes hanging at my window
Like the soothing gray skies after a hot summer
Like the pitter patter of raindrops
Like the thunderstorms
Like the suddenly falling showers
Like feeling the first drops of rains in your hands till your hearts pushes you in it to drench your soul
Like the seven colours spread over the sky smiling at earth in unison.
Like the petrichor.
Like the feel of the new fresh grass
Like the fresh new leaves swaying on the trees
Like the beautiful bright colours of flowers
Like the smell of the newly blo...
I think he taught me that some certain moments stay where they are;
As it ends where they end.
It is not on a pause,
nor come with a long comma.
It is just a full stop, as is;
Even though, it is still in the middle of a sentence or a paragraph.
When put on a search,
those moments may end not to be found.
and I missed seeing the signs.
Its your day and Im happy...
I love you Granny
I miss you...
"I have this habit of scrolling through my Facebook wall on a regular basis, I am pretty sure I could find many like me. I halt at all the travel pics that come by, showing the diverse range of places people are travelling all across the globe. It's fascinating to be honest especially for a guy like me, who has been in constant company with the city Delhi for over four years now.
Apart from my daily hassles to achieve my much needed break from joblessness and achieving that distant dream, I travel. My next statement might be at odds with my previous one, bear with me and continue; apologies in advance. The maximum I have traveled in recent times would be the 45 minute metro ride which I now...
I still know your cologne instantly.
Even though you didn't wear it everyday. I still remember wearing your shirts that were always the most comforting mix of warmth, that cologne, however faint, and ... you.
I still remember you dousing my stuffed animal in it, so I could hold him while you were gone...
I still want to kiss you every time I smell it.
It takes me right back to those date nights where we dressed up and looked sharp, only to tease and smirk and rush home to feel skin on skin.
One whiff and I'm right back there, head on your chest, curled up on the couch, wondering how life could get better.
Memories linger like scent does, but so much longer, so much worse.
And I hate me ...
that the bad memories
cause the most pain,
it's the good ones
that drive you insane..
New Delhi, India
He: Do you know, your love is unconditional like my mother's.
She: Oh! That's why you took it for granted and chose the conditional one.
You were there for whole day, why are you are still hover over the my mind every passing minute? We have created so many memories I cannot erase, that made me the person as I am now. Hope those bitter moments will fade away, Hope you don't erase me. May be someday we will reconcile our relationship. You know you are the best and always my favorite.
I wish to make a room inside of you and snuggle in.
But we are playing hide and seek with each other, holding a thread too long for me to comprehend, twisted in its fate. We both can see each other on the other end.
If I were asked honestly, to say whether you ever loved me- I would deny. I would whisper instances to you in the middle of the night- of all the times I caught you in your lie- and kept shut. I didn't speak.
I did not speak, not because I liked you too much but because I knew that even that- even My feelings would matter to you like it was nothing. My time your game.
I wish I had not started this play. I wish I still didn't like you. Making excuses to you for my gain- m...
No, we never really talked about it
Yes, we hid it under the covers
No, we never knew what to expect
Yes, even after years of experiences
No, they never asked about it
Yes, we realised the looks and felt them judging
Yes, we felt alone
Yes, we felt misunderstood
No, it never got easier
Yes, it only made us stronger
No, I still haven't found the answer
Yes, I lost count of how many times I asked her why
No, I am unable to erase the memories
Yes, it is apart of me
No, I never thought it will come back to haunt me
Yes, I thought it was all a thing of the past
No, I do not know what is it going to take to overcome
Yes, I am still trying to figure it all out
What is mysterious in the relation between time and people is that:
1) You may know a person for as long as you can remember, still you remain strangers to each other
2) You may know a person just yesterday yet it felt as if you have known them your entire life
For me, meeting him was Life's beautiful surprise: intersecting our path together seven days ago before we embark to our own great journey again
I connected with him in inexplicable reason that I don't even understand. The connection I feel was beyond that I can comprehend. He has made me happy in a way where no one else can. He own the purest and brightest smile and laughter in which I would do whatever it takes to ensure them ...