|old soul, love music and movies and literature, an absolute INFJ, loves a deep conversation and deep connections.|
It's 3:30 am; still no sleep.
Termites of a long gone time feeding on my soul. I just wanted someone, a person to shower with love and to have a spiritual unison. I never cared white, black, red or blue or whatever colors can they come.
I never cared about Africa or Asia or America. All I wanted was one person, one person to be my sky above and ground beneath. Maybe I'm just boring to this time and age. The patience I put on her, the way I kept her back through all of her lies and manipulation.. yet she walked away, shattering my carefully build world, a world built for protecting my tender self.
Now I'm here, curled up at the corner of my bed, with love that is invoked by someone who n...
My reality is again overwhelming me... My soul is getting torn between my heart and my brain.. write to me, I don't care who you are; I love you and care for you..
Write to me...
You are the perfect poison...
I keep brewing you at my nights
And drink and die at my dawns..
Yet the undying yearning for you
Resurrect me at each night,
Again to brew and drink
The perfect poison you are..
- Pradeep devi-Sri -
You asked me why everything is so dark and grey... Hearing that, my pain poured down; flooded my world and I drowned in it.
Rather than leaving a like and leave, write about what you feel about what I wrote or what anyone wrote. I'm a text book case of infj and I'm introvert. I write here dreaming someone will understand the emotions behind what I write. I don't even mind belittling myself to say out loud that I'm looking to people who talk really. Among all the species here in earth only we humans are given with the blessing of talking and writing about our emotions and stuff, let's celebrate this god-given gift. Talk and write, write in the comment sections too and maybe you will make the day of someone else or even change someone's else life forever; words have such magic. Write and celebrate this god-given ski...
I met you for the first
when you were telling stories to breeze...
Then you left them and start walking. I followed you;
and you were laughing aloud,
saying jokes to the birds on the way..
I followed you;
without your knowledge, like a shadow.
When I sang my love to you,
You said me to follow you some more.
after Millenniums one day i lost you somewhere..
And my soul left me instantaneously..
All I knew about you are the stories
you told to the breeze,
and the sweet laughter of yours.
I kept thinking about you and
our love, which is yet to be born..
who are us...??
I kept thinking.
being a wanderer,
I never had someone to ask my questions.
My words are the spilled emotions of the
chaos, celebration, dreams and despair
of my heart
- pradeep devi-Sri
Let me write about you Queen...
the dawns the shine of your face brought..
the flowers blossomed at the tip of your fingers..
the me who were always your shadow..
your smile filled the emptiness in me..
your words brought me ecstasy..
my words are getting drowned in tears..
the thorns i stepped seeking the flowers..
the sorrows that wrapped us together...
what more can i write about you..
i never brought you to my house..
never kissed you, never walked holding hands..
you never heard the heart throbs of mine..
now im left alone in the abyss of destruction.
when i write about you,
i also have to write about me..
the stains of spilled emotions soaked in tears..
my soul ...
Those were days of my exile and i found you. I was hit with something i never felt till that day. I stood there, startled and then my soul started to flow towards you. My heart; my cold, lonely heart was set on fire. I felt like every events, every moments of my life are just to lead me to there. My adoration grew and i then raised a temple around you, and i ignored rest of the world. I started to worship you, offering my mind, heart and soul. I poured all of my time to the holy fire burning at your feet. My devotion and chants and offerings made you grow stronger.
Then You; the you made powerful by my love and devotion; started to cause havoc in my world. You set my world on he...
Woken up by a soft whisper calling me.. a sweet soft song, flowing towards me..
to a place I never been to?
To the shore of another life?
A soft whispering call coming from some unknown dimensions...
Blow, oh wind to where my loved one is. Touch her and come touch me soon. I'll feel her gentle touch through you and meet her beauty in the moon. These things are much for the one who loves. One can like by them alone: that she and I breathe the same air and that the earth we tread is one.
Sitting here, listening to music and thinking about how much I love to wake up each morning coz of someone I got now. I don't own her, or have her. Yet it fills my mind with such a mesmerising realization, once I got to bed and when I wake up. The first nd last thought of my days. Anyway I was hearing this song and I was again rewinding my mind and again and again and making my mind exist only in some chosen moment. Like how we did rewind the old tape recorder cassette to hear again and again the song we die for.
I wrote this note only to share this to whoever reading this. And I will share some parts of the lyrics too..
" If I could save time in a bottle
The first thing that I'd like ...
Night is getting old
and a nightingale keep crying,
probably he is missing his darling too..
On this finals moments of night,
a dull star is whimpering on distant sky..
Do you recognize my voice intertwined with them.
I wish I'm a dream which descend from heaven;
I wish I'm a dream full of ecstasy;
and if so I would have visited you every night,
to kiss your forehead without waking you up.
I wish I'm the tune which you hum when you are in your solitude.
I wish I'm the fire that make the desires inside you to burn.
I wish I'm the train of thoughts you might be having,
when you are sitting there in silence;
and If I were that, being playful I would have filled your...
I'm sharing this song translation here. its from a Japanese animation movie 5cms per second.
I'm always searching for you, always searching for your figure.
On the opposite platform, or through the window in the back alley.
Even though I know you can't be there.
If my wishes were to come true, I would be at your side.
There would be nothing I couldn't do.
I would risk everything to embrace you.
If only to avoid loneliness, anyone will do.
On this night when it seem stars will fall from the sky, I can't lie to myself.
One more time, don't fade away, seasons.
One more time, I want that time when we fooled around together.
I'm always searching for you, always searching for your figure.