|Just another one who found her solace in words Don't hesitate to send me a letter ;) Ig: speakingink|
Upon the setting sun,
We swore to never set.
Yet we were like
the boat with a hole,
Nothing could stop us
We tried several times
to fix that hole,
But everytime we end up
questioning the boat
rather than finding
the material which
could fix it.
Our will to sail was strong
Yet neither we had the
patience to sail,
nor we had the courage
to withstand the waves.
All we had was bunch of promises.
So we promised,
All our promises drowning
Right in front of us,
It took us a long while
to understand that the
damage that lied in the
And it couldn't be repaired
without breaking the building.
When my heart broke for the very first time,
I decided it was better to keep it locked within.
Every smile that made my heart beat fast, was avoided, for I was too scared history might repeat itself.
It was like a shield, an umbrella that one carried everyday in the fear that it might rain today.
It was a protection, just how mom kept the jewellery within the locker just to resist taking that 1% chance of a buglary.
It was an assurity, that every health insurance gave, the assurity that I would not choke up by the same hands, again.
The faith, that every mother have had, the faith of finding the right girl, who would cross all the boundaries I've set so far.
But it all came running down...
I have been told since beginning that you don't search for happiness in the places you've lost it.
Instead you dedicate new moments, to new people, hoping in those very times, they could offer you an ecstasy even time ceases to erase.
But once in a while you stumble upon the unsaid norms that forever couldn't be stored solely by two souls, that infinity couldn't be held into your delicate words, that no matter what, leaving is destined.
At moments like those, you could not help but to visit the places you've tasted loss, because they still possess the reason why you shouldn't question the calmness in the existence of long forgotten euphoria.
Maybe that's why people still visit graveyards,...
He gifted me a pearl necklace
an unsaid vow
It beautifully adorned my neck,
it was never made
for a soul other than me
by mistake I tripped
against the hideous truth,
only to witness each pearl
breaking one after another
followed by her moan against him
That's when it hit me,
why my father told me
not to believe
he can never see you sad,
'cause he'll always make you feel the saddest.
Read the first part before reading this, since it's in continuation.
But all I could
why it didn't
like a hurricane?
why it didn't
leave me broken
like a cyclone?
why it didn't
dry my soul
like a drought?
why it didn't
feel like a fatal injury?
why it felt
like I was
not hurt at all?
-speakingink (part 2)
like river glide
through the rocks,
like the lightning
like the snow
in the winters,
like the sun
precedes the moon,
like it was the
most inevitable thing
in this world.
-speakingink (part 1)
Come back tomorrow for part two. I hope it'll be worth the wait.
Wait. Be patient. Love will come to you.
A seed doesn't grow on its own, it is nurtured for years before it grows into a tree. A child doesn't grow within minutes, it takes year for him to change into an adult. Hardwork doesn't pay off the moment it is done, it takes years to ripe a fruit of success out of it. A wound doesn't disappear the moment you get hurt, it takes time to heal it. Memories doesn't disappear in thin air, it takes months and sometimes years to forget them. Nothing just happen in a fraction of second, it takes time, you've to be patient and give it time to come. In hope to see it blooming in your garden forever, you need to change the land from barren to fertile. Land doesn...
I was meandering while lost in my own thoughts. My mind was busy pondering over the changes that my life has witnessed, while my eyes were busy gazing ahead, so that I don't trip over a pebble again, mere difference was this time not on the road of life.
I was so engrossed in my own world that I didn't even notice it was drizzling until I was half soaked. I saw everyone started running to find shelter, but I was still walking in heavy deluge, enjoying every ounce of my movement. My clothes were completely drenched but I couldn't care less, the feeling of droplets on my face was beyond bliss. Their soothing nature was mesmerizing me, and relaxing my nerves at the very same instant. I just lo...
You gave me an island of memories, but honey, why did it come with an ocean of remorse enclosing it? Why did the ocean had seas of regret, questions and uncertainty merging in itself? Why did the water of penitence inflicted my lovely island everytime it tried to dry? But most importantly, why didn't you warn me about the growing cactus in our garden of flowers?
And why was I so negligent to overlook that fact that all roses had thorns within? My dear, you were that rose for me, who could go to any extent to save himself. Your beauty captivate me, allured me and mesmerized me wholly. When I was careful enough to hold you, you never hurt me, you only gave me the scent of ecstasy and sight of ...
Yes. You. You're enough. No matter whatever you did. Whatever happened. You've to understand that if you're not enough for one person doesn't mean you're not enough. A person is looking for you, darling. Only you. Exactly you. Without any expectation of change. Without any restriction. Without any barrier. With open arms. Just don't fall in every arm that opens, because you long to feel warm. No honey, only a certain pair of arms can warm your heart. And you will find them. You will find your warmth. Your comfort. Your peace. Your love. Your home. Something that's yours to keep. Just wait honey. Just. Wait.
Because even though you deserve every set of available arms, but they aren't yours. Th...
Attachment is nothing more than a mere choice. It's like choosing the hands to hurt you, the heart whose beating affects you and the soul whose presence binds you. There's nothing wrong in getting attached to someone, its wrong to unacknowledge that attachment comes with pain.
"May you choose the people who are worth getting hurt by" :)
Are you ashamed to be with me?
Are you ashamed of me, because I always find you choosing others over me?
Are you ashamed of me, because you always stop talking to me when someone comes in sight?
Are you ashamed of me, because you apparently don't have time for me?
Are you ashamed of me because rather than sitting by my side you enjoy another's company?
Are you ashamed of me, because you just get bored with me?
Are you ashamed of me, because all i could ever give you was a shoulder to cry and an ear to hear but not the happiness you deserve?
Are you ashamed of me because unlike others I'm not pretty?
Are you ashamed of me, because you always leave my wishes seen?
Are you ashamed of me, b...
Inspired by @tanmaybhat to write this.
I believe people are the most vulnerable in those moments, when tears come out of their eyes on it's own, and that's exactly what happens after a true laugh or honest cry. Have you seen someone laughing? Have you seen how their eyes tear up from laughing so much, or how their stomach ache for laughing so hard, or how their mouth pains for laughing so long, or how their face glows just becuase of laughing? Have you seen how, for a change, their eyes smile, how they genuinely are happy without faking it this time?
At that very instant, the person is his truest self, because at that time, he isn't hiding himself behind a facade, or trying to stop himself ...
He left without leaving, making me hang in between weeping for something that didn't leave and cherishing something that isn't there
//I'm really sorry for everyone who lost their close ones. I hope I did explain your feeling through my words, since I'm still foreign to that feeling..
You know what losing someone feels like? It's like someone hit you with a bus, but all you can feel is the pain and emptiness, not the blood and the bones. It feels like someone just took away your ability to speak, you have so much running in your mind, but you can't manage to say a word out. It feels like someone shot you with a gun, but death isn't soon, it's far away, coming slowly, a bit too slowly, and the pain, the pain is becoming unbearable with each passing minute. It's like the desolation that wash over you when you discovered an ...
You know the moment you left, I started noticing more things
The moment you left, I realized how common your name is, because nowadays that's what I hear. Whether I'm standing in the metro, or in a mall, or in a lift or walking in a crowded place, all I hear is your name. Before meeting you I never acknowledged this name. But the moment you left, I hear it everywhere and I swear, everytime I turn to see if it's you.
The moment you left, I realized how I didn't think a simple habit of biting nails could bring back all those memories I had with you.
Those singers that you recommended me, didn't exist for me. But the moment you left, I realized how much my playlist got changed.
That dance s...
"Are you sure you want to do this?" The worker asked me once again. Damn, these low standard labourers are so irritating. I firmly said yes for the thousandth time. They are scared of something that died in 1975, today is 2017, but they just don't understand that fear is a myth. Ghosts were never there, neither they ever will be. But these bloody horrified souls are worrying over a ghost. Who'll tell them if ghosts were that powerful, why the hell the world wouldn't like to die?
With shaky hands, the worker started digging out the grave of some Kath named person, and buried the grave of a newly died person called Stane. Now, who in the world thought that even a graveyard would somed...
I wouldn't remember how many times you forgot me sitting right next to you
I wouldn't remember how many times you chose someone else over me
I wouldn't remember how many times you ditched me for someone else
But I will remember how you gently you held me when you saw I was injured.
I wouldn't remember how many times I soaked my pillow for you
I wouldn't remember how many times I hurt myself 'cause of you
I wouldn't remember how many times I fought with the myself 'cause of you
But I will remember how your eyes softened up upon seeing me crying
I wouldn't remember how many times you did all those things I didn't like
I wouldn't remember how you drank despite knowing how much I dislike it
It's gonna be okay.
The storm shall come
The city shall be devastated
But in the end,
The sea shall be calm again.
The fire shall be ignited
The fire shall burn everything
But in the end,
Fire shall be extinguished
The earthquake shall come
The destruction shall be caused
But in the end,
Everything will be tackled.
The tornado shall hit the state
The people shall suffer
But in the end,
There suffering would end too
The accident shall happen
The victim shall suffer
But in the end,
The victim shall recover
The problems shall be there
The solutions shall not be visible
But in the end,
You'll find a way out.
We really need to understand that the bad thing shall happen, with us...
We all deserve love and we'll find it someday
Wait. Be patient. Love will come to you.
A seed doesn't grow on its own, it is nurtured for years before it grows into a tree. A child doesn't grow within minutes, it takes year for him to change into an adult. Hardwork doesn't pay off the moment it is done, it takes years to ripe a fruit of success out of it. A wound doesn't disappear the moment you get hurt, it takes time to heal it. Memories doesn't disappear in thin air, it takes months and sometimes years to forget them. Nothing just happen in a fraction of second, it takes time, you've to be patient and give it time to come. In hope to see it blooming in your garden forever, you need to cha...
I fear hollow eyes. I fear the eyes which are completely blank, the ones which don't reveal anything. The eyes that aren't the window to the soul, because they are too empty. The ones which cannot reveal what the person is feeling, they don't smile when one smiles, they don't cry, they aren't sad, pain cannot be seen in them, they don't show anything. Until the person wants us to see, or is too vulnerable to hide, I fear how from hollow eyes in few seconds their eyes can reveal the concealed pain, but still no tears are formed. Pain is the only thing one can see in them, the kind of pain that scares you, the kind of pain that troubles you, the kind of pain that take away the sleep from your e...
Paint and brush
Did you ever feel like devoting yourself to someone else? You feel like someone is working there, its their office, in which they work for shifts but when they leave, their scent always stays. It's like even when they are not there, you can sense their presence through the various memories.
Have you ever seen a brush dipped in the paint? Did you see how it loses it's identity when it's covered with another colour? Did you ever see how difficult it is to get rid of that paint? The one that now covers every possible part of you? The one that couldn't be removed by anything? The one for which you hope the water to hit you soon, soon because you're too tired of having someone ve...
Brush and paper
Dont you feel used at times, used by someone for their benefit? Used by someone to forget someone else? Being there for someone everytime that they won't be there? Yet being there after convincing yourself in their favour because you love them so freaking much?
I were you and that someone was her. Her promises were hollow, yet my heart longed to believe them despite knowing their hollowness. Basically you were the brush and I was the paper. You kissed me slowly, passionately, softly, harshly, in every possible way, leaving your marks as an imprint over me. But you know why I couldn't cherish it? Because it were your lips, but everytime they tasted like someone else's.
Paint and water
Didn't you hear that we always give a part of ourselves to the people we leave? Yes, everyone gives a part of themselves before leaving. He left a part of himself with me too. A part that's now a part of me. It breaths with me, it sleeps with me, it cries with me, it lives in me, it is me now.
My friends told me he keeps ranting about how he now has a void to take care of because that part of him is with me now. He couldn't access it anymore, because its no longer there. He keeps on cursing me for that. You know, I believe he was the paint and I was the water. He gave a part of himself with me, diminishing his volume, but did he realize that I'm no longer me? Did he realize t...
Pencil and paper
I always longed to find a person for myself. Someone to whom I can confine my deepest secrets, someone to whom I can express myself, someone who can take my every thought with respect. Basically I was the pencil who longed a paper for herself. And he came one day. I told him everything, every dark phase of mine to my lighter shade, I showed him the parts of me one usually discover with course of time. I just wanted someone to cherish me, and there he was, who did finally. I desired to be perfect for him, I sharpen myself, lightened myself for him. Days passed and the secrets decreased just like me. I kept on demeaning myself for him until I no longer could. I wasn't sad, for...
Not in a fancy restaurant, or a movie hall or cafe or anything like that. I don't want him to wear that tuxedo which he have to buy just for our date. I don't want him to gift me any bag he never heard of or any dress he actually have to spend day to search or any chocolate he actually never ate. Rather than spending the time to organize the date I want him to spend that time with me. I want to sit on the sofa with him, both wearing the worst yet the comfortable pajamas and share the chocolate stored in the fridge. I want to lay my head on his shoulder and read that novel of mine while he watch that football or any other match. I want him to be happy and comfortable with me. I w...
Written differently for lovers and heartbroken. P.S. not specified few details in lover's one, things left to your own imagination
I feel, it wasn't
To say and
at times ...
I feel numb, too numb for words, too numb to react, too numb to speak, too numb to feel.
I don't know what's happening with me, I'm just too numb for anything nowadays. I have stopped caring regarding anything, like literally anything.
It's not that I don't smile anymore or have stopped laughing, but not everything is able to get the same reaction out of me now. Back then, I used to force stop myself crying over a certain thing, now that thing doesn't even matter. It feels like my tears have dried, they don't exist there anymore. I don't care now over the things I used to, I don't react regarding the issues like I used to, it feels like nothing matters anymore for me. I don't feel scared of ...
You know whenever I hear always, forever, till infinity, for eternity nowadays, I feel scared. Scared of these words. Because now these words hold no meaning. 'Cause of our fake promises we changed the meaning of these words. Forever is confined now. Always drifts away with words now. Till infinity doesn't last for finite days now. For eternity doesn't come with certainty now. Why? Because we use these words almost everyday.
"I'll *always* love you". Especially when you change your love everyday.
"I'm yours *forever*. Whereas you text this line to everyone.
"I know our friendship will last *till infinty*". When you already said this to your endless number of bestfriends, well ex-bestfrien...