the years accumulate,
filling the space between us
we live in the margins,
avoiding shallow waters
filled with hollow words
we’re all fake smiles
and bitter reminders
and thinly veiled distaste,
the ghosts of what once was
i always thought
we’d find our way back
were made to burn
- ashley jane
In the world full of gorgeous or beautiful ....
I Still love to call her "Bachaa" (cute child)💓
Looking all around
Shells and stones fill many jars
Memories take flight.
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Oh! To be
You are the Darkest part of my past,
You are the story I always skip,
You are the person who lied about me the most,
You are the person I can not pronounce the name of,
You are the person I could never forget,
You are the person who stole my smile,
You are the person who ruined my family,
You are all the things I want to forget,
You are my most painful memory,
You are all different people stuck in one whole memory...
You Are The Darkest Part Of My Life.
बचपन में हमारे सपने भी बहुत बड़े थे,
पर जैसे हम बड़े होते गए, हमारे सपने छोटे होते गए,
और अब ये आलम है कि,
सपने देखना तो दूर, उसके बारे में सोचते तक नहीं।
Un 8 de agosto
de hace dos años
aterrizaba tu último avión,
el que tomabas
desde Houston hasta El Salvador,
y yo, afuera esperando
aunque hiciese calor,
para abrazarte fuerte y decirte:
"¡Hola mi amor!"
Tu llegada fue el final
de una larga charla
que nos hizo soñar,
con conocernos en persona
para expresarle a nuestra otra mitad
que era a quien siempre
13 días juntos
llenos de risas, abrazos y besos
compartiendo desayunos y almuerzos,
de caminatas y muchos "te quiero"
que se guardaron en fotos
y en nuestros recuerdos.
Ha pasado tanto tiempo
desde que te marchaste
y me besaste por última vez,
pero recuerda que en El Salvador
te sigue esperando...
la chica a l...
To, My Childhood,
I think of you often. A lot more, of late. Your memory comes to me almost always, at the most unexpected of times, out of the blue, just like that. And each time, it blankets me with a warm feeling, like a bear hug.
31 years on planet earth and I still believe, you were the best thing to happen to me. And I so, so want to do a time travel, to revisit all the memories you've gifted me.
Life was so much more simpler back then. No mobile phones, no social media, no overdose of television and ott content and yet people were so connected. Relationships were so much deeper and stronget.
I remember we had a very small house, modest at best. My mom and dad, th...
I stare at the dark velvet sky,
looking at the brightest
in a countless sea of stars,
and I wonder
in which one of them
you choose to stay
in order to make me
closer every day.
The Late night music thought...
The energy is immeasurable...
Sometimes the whole bunch of people cant make you feel anything what one song from your memory lane can!
And no matter how moved on your life has turned but that song always and always will remind you of that particular person!
We were all painters once
Filling away our dreams with bright and vivid colours
Until one day life decided to splash a shade of grey
All over the canvas.
And we all were dancers
Dancing away on the clouds
Higher and higher where nothing could touch us
Until one day life pushed us from cloud nine
And we fell onto the stone hard reality.
And we were lovers too
Falling in love
All over again and again
With everything innocent and beautiful
Until our hearts were ripped open
And we bled out all our emotions.
While others thought it was growing up
We knew we were shrinking
Curling up into tiny balls
A dark side of us that we're afraid to let out
Afraid to disappoint what we resent.
And sometimes w...
summer always reminds me of her,
the feel of line dried clean sheets,
the smell of strawberry rhubarb jam
being made in the kitchen
along with fresh bread
and fig cake with pomegranate
i wait by the window for the june rains,
the heat ushering in wistful memories
of the woman who held the solstice in her soul
I was looking at this beautiful painting in her eyes.
It was a marble swimming in an ocean of glory, and tears of joy.
Her lips were open, and singing their song.
Cheeks so red, with a wonderful glow.
A voice so soft, it hit me like “wow”.
I took a picture, a memory of mine.
Forever floating, a diamond that will shine.
In 2017, I wrote this letter to Drew (attached below) and it elegantly sums up what I’ve been through and how things have changed in my life at present.
Returning to letters and reading old letters I’ve written, sent, and received made me remember how big of an impact Lettrs had on my life.
I remember using this app out of curiosity. I remember I was in Tagaytay City, in a hotel room with family, feeling inspired by the lush hills and fresh air. I started doodling on the app pairing it up with my a cute inspirational quote or thought, and never conceived that soon, I would be opening myself wide and exposing my heart for all to see. Reading some of my old posts, sometimes I can’t help...
Natasha insisted me and convinced me to be with her ,I cant refused because she was my best friend in college.
She was invited for her someone's special birthday in his home that evening. She was excited to be with him though not ready to go alone for sure ,
We reached at his place ,his family welcomed us like they knew us like their own family for long.
We wished him and said thanks for inviting us , He was lost in her eyes , they both were blushing at that moment ,Like a king and queen.
I was silent and i was quiet. As what to say, need to decide.
His friend cum cousin was standing beside,he looked into my puzzled eyes, i really don't remember who among us, first smiled.
He offered me...
The irony of a girl,
who sought after some pain,
just so that she could let some tears loose,
Yet, the pain was nothing,
Instead happiness took over at the sight of her memories being permanently etched into her skin.
It's beautiful to her eyes and she's accepted it whole heartedly.
Now she only hopes for more to come.
Come back to me again......
I miss you, i'm in pain
Come back to me again.
I need you in my arm, i'm crying in the rain
Come back to me again.
You in my mind, you in my veins
Come back to me again.
Never have I ever felt so alone
I may be loud but I tend not to make
a lot of noise and now the silence is
beginning to softly, slowly kill me
But I do not know what I want to hear
Do I want to hear the sound of people's
chatter, muffled whispers down the
Or maybe the sound of the newspaper
rustling loudly in the early morning
The shuffling noise one makes with their
as they pass my room on their way to sleep
~Lady Sativa 🍃
Kuch baato ko na hi kha jae toh aacha hai,
Dill mai bhuut si baate hai,
Chupi mai hi har baat khatm ho jaye toh hi aacha hai..
Na tum poochho kya hua hai-
Na mai bolu mujhe jo khehna hai;
Fir bhi humari baat ho jae,
Toh aacha hai...
कुछ बातों को ना ही कहा जाए तो अच्छा है,
दिल में बहुत सी बातें हैं;
यूपी में ही हर बात खत्म हो जाए तो ही अच्छा है,
तुम पूछो क्या हुआ है,
ना मैं बोलूं जो कहना है...
फिर भी हमारी बात हो जाए,
तो अच्छा है।।