And the world around know
What's behind the curtain
Yet I'm silent
That reason too you know.
Pull back the curtains
for they hide
a glorious day,
Where all you knew was true waits patiently.
Stillness clouds around you
and your heart is full of love
For all those who hurt you,
Not because they need it
Or earned it,
But because you are it’s vessel.
The fullness of your spirit
Has no blemish of hate...
Only love remains as the
One thing that makes us human.
Love is a reason unto itself.
Pull back the curtains and smile.
I check your sunsigns
and look for hints,
try to understand,
you are still like a mystery to me.
our pictures together are still so perfect,
they speak to me in memories.
I try very hard not to think these thoughts
and I fail.
you said I should
stop making it all about you,
I am a person too,
I am a person who prioritised you
and treated you with the attention
you deserved in my life.
I won't say I made you the sun my
earth revolves around but I made my day and night as per your rise and set.
maybe I wasn't doing my 50, I took over and overdid it.
The blame game is something we never played but yet I always lost.
you say it's not me it's you and here
I feel punished for sins you say...
Dont hide behind curtains,
Take it wide and be certain...
You know, brave don't hide but they fight and make things right...
Stop crying and start trying...
Its one life to be happy about,
Come out of hidden curtains of fear and near your happiness...
My most beautiful memories
remain within you, sleepless nights recorded
on a magnetic tape,
waiting for the right moment
to copy a bit of a song,
the music trapped in a reel
and the joy of memorable moments,
nothing is physical anymore,
everything is virtual now,
rewind takes a little less than a second
and patience was smashed by a button.
The space of a cassette
is now lost in the infinity
of a cold and immeasurable universe of music,
that annihilated the experience
of keeping the chosen list
in a box
and left our hearts overwhelmed.
This is just an old cassette
Inside which your future holds
If I produce to court
You would be behind the prison bars.
A man made bird in the sky
Underneath a man being hung by
Down, people wondering "why"
The science of living
And the method of loving
Both seemingly nice
But rest to eyes
So as to spectacle
Let the book remains opened.
My mind is a mess,
Something has broken,
I feel the pieces, they hurt.
I want to lie down
In his t-shirt
And cry myself to sleep,
Not the clichèd tub of
Alot of sour candies,
And a cup of hot tea.
I feel it burning inside me,
I can taste venom on my lips.
I want to hit something so bad!
I have a slideshow of memories in my head, driving me crazy!
I want my hands tied,
And all attempts to reach you to fail.
I have a series of questions to ask
But answered none!
I use comedy as my defense,
I laugh and crack jokes,
I taunt and I self mock!
Nothing brings peace,
My mind is a mess
I feel terrible, less human!
Like a dobby of this cr...
Last night, my anxiety apologized.
my anxiety said sorry for driving you away,
she said she put those thoughts in my head and waited for them to become the reality,
she said she made me believe I am not worth it, who would want to be with me ?
and waited for my insecurity to creep in and make it all worse.
my insecurity and anxiety are friends.
So, they keep repeating every word you ever said to deduce different meanings and they choose the worst possible one to fit it in my head.
my hope struggled only to be told that he should know better!
for my happiness it was the final nail,
my strength was tore between fighting them or dealing with the damage?
my sanity? she and I both know she's fragi...