From whom? Everyone, friends, family, strangers. What do you expect? Gestures (gestures).
I tried to write a poem for the millionth time again, about anything. Once again I ripped my heart apart to look for something which is worth writing for. And once again found a side effect of my conversations. My weakness. People usually say that we shouldn't share our weaknesses with the universe because it comes running to you to stab the last hope you possess. It is true, but what's the point in hiding something which stabs your every hope and hurts you without letting anyone else know about it. It wouldn't really matter to me if the world tried to ruin another day of mine, because I do it...
Your beautiful face didn't even allow me to take a glance up the sky, to check if it was stars who light up the night or the emotions pouring out of my skin.
Women who are unaware of the fact that they are the most beautiful of everything that exists usually complains about not being beautiful enough to accept their skin and to love themselves unconditionally. "Funny". People consider this not haha funny, but funny. They usually don't understand that it is possible for a beast to love itself and beauty to hate itself. Not everyone is contained with the flaws of hatred and tragic stories to love themselves. And IT IS hard to love oneself without having any insecurities whatsoever. Not being told beautiful enough doesn't make any difference to them, it's totally their decision to love something. Not a word of your politeness will make her ...
Emotions pouring through the skin,
She must confess what's held in for so long.
Before it melts and form another shadow with feelings.
Her silence throughout the day contained
the thunder she carried within her skin
playing with her waves, she waited for the wind.
To all those I don't listen to,
I may not be the same little serious girl you used to love. One who faced all her fears without letting them take over. I may no longer be the cute girl you used to adore for her innocence and strict views on several topics adults get hyper about. Or someone who tried to express her views without saying anything at all and you used to decipher her feelings and tried to help her without even letting her know that it's actually scary. Maybe I grew up to be a normal adult who is unsure of what she wants and gets confused about things and end up taking decisions by heart. Someone who doesn't understand little things and end up being screwed up but never confessed ...
It carries thorns of betrayals with it, but it's still as beautiful as it can be. Shines even brighter when it stings the wrong promise holders. It protects itself.
Love never fades, just wait for the right season and it will bloom your heart out. Even makes you doubt it in the chills of winter but if you hold on to it, it will hold you even stronger in the storms.
Makes you crazier of the crazies, but beautiful as ever.
It's fair to think of love as something that might put you on clouds or make you cross the oceans or even give you the hottest pleasure of the core.
But mostly it's the incapability of your heart to differ a soul from yours. x
How momentarily we cry,
and then bring a smile again
How our hopes shatter once,
and the next moment, they are up again
How hard we try to get away from death,
but, the pain bring us to death again.
I acknowledged summer today, in this swinging winter in Delhi, he traveled through metro. Among the cold sleepy heads, he sat there peacefully scrolling through his phone as if plotting his next destination. He had himself covered with shades of blue, darkest at the bottom and it grew lighter as it struck atmosphere of his abdomen. He sat with his legs crossed. With left leg settled on the floor while right stuck in the aroma. Supporting his right hand at the aisle glass, he held his phone with his light honey eyes scrolling with fingers. He had frizzy waves on his head, colored in deep brown wood. My explorer's eyes met his gaze as I stepped out of the train at my station.
Alas, another stor...
I saw a guy today, not him, his eyes. These light brown shades were into someone, a girl probably his girlfriend. Her ballerinas kept touching his shoes as they giggled into each other. He probably was whispering jokes in her ears, disappointed jokes, her face said it all. I still had two more stations to understand them. My novel which was on the same page since four stations started giving me a look, it became a way to hide myself from their glances, while Shawn Mendes kept screaming '..am without your kisses, I'll be needing stitches' in my ears.
A few more seconds into them I realized that the boy was crazy for her and it was good, the way he caressed her hair it made me smile and I got...
It's been years when you knocked my life up. I have adored you since then, let it be my dreams or the time we spend in my maze, we loved each other to the core of our heart. You saved me by giving me a hope of not being a left one in this world.
You stretched my lips when I was about to cry, you hugged my soul when I was down, you sat beside me when I couldn't concentrate in life anymore. You were always there to hold my arm in my ups and downs in a past few years.
Not that you were trapped in my mind, I tried to find you all these years. I looked into several eyes to find yours, but I couldn't find the warmth you provided me with all these years. With a hope of being able to catch ...
You'd pick me
if I was a rose
but being a sunflower
has its own tale
You have been working
All over again yeah
Just make sure
You get the clues right
"I remember the days when I was lost in the dark forest this world belong to. I always looked for an arm to hold while walking past the roaming creatures. Until one day, a creature poisoned me with his love and the arm I wanted became the fire to light up my forest." He read the exerpt she was writing while walking past her, and planted a kiss on her neck.
Her creature knew her love for writing.
"Soja ab" (Sleep now)
It wasn't midnight, but just another odd hour I was sleeping in after a long day at college.
That was a busy week I must say, with lots of pending assignments and projects, and cherry on top, our FOC teacher decided to take viva the next day.
We were already on 3rd floor, outside our engineering drawing lab when I started to walk past stairs and he came to me. As usual he patted my shoulder and with a gentle hold of my arm, he turned me around. I smiled. That stupid smile I pass to almost everyone when they look into my eyes, maybe because I feel so proud that someone is actually talking serious to me? I get to hear a lot from my friends about ...
Unlike everyone else,
I wanna go in future
rather than the past,
to find you.
Dear 'receiver of my letters',
I know you have all my secrets kept inside you. But deep inside, I want you to expose them. Though I keep you locked, I keep the key beside you, in a hope that you will break the restrictions. From the faded ink I wrote the letters to him, I want him to read them before it disappears.
But deep inside, I am afraid. Afraid of being ignored, being depressed with every thought of him being with someone I was always jealous of. I have seen him smiling through the darkness and I don't want you to be the reason for his sadness. That's the reason for which I have kept you in the safe, deep inside my world that no one find out, that you even exist.
But it kills me e...
It was you who bothered
and questioned if I cried
Behind those smiles
It was you who asked me
To sing my depressing lines
Proudly over the streets,
It was you who held my hand
And swung it open
To hug me once
And when no human could
Feel the pain inside me
It was you, my breeze
Who kissed away my pain.
To the future better half,
I am done with waiting :)
It's been so long since I ever talked about you,
Like I stopped enquiring about my breath anymore.
With each blink of my eyes,
I tend to forget every dream I had about you.
Even they now ask me, if i am okay?
I smile, and move on
Without crying about you.
Sometimes I wish I had your fingers to brush off my tears.
Sometimes I wish I had your arms I could wrap myself from.
Sometimes I wish I had your hair to adore.
Sometimes I wish I had your eyes I could stare into.
Sometimes I wish I had your smile to kiss.
Sometimes I wish I had your ears to speak into.
Sometimes I wish I had your hug to forget my pain.
Sometimes I wish I had you to love.
And sometimes I wish you were real enough to love me.
I love you my stuffy. You are the only one. <3
June In Wales...
Blackthorn's bridal white blooms
yield to spring leaves, summer roses,
woven tangles of honeysuckle,
sheep in throes of labour,
rust coloured hares, silver glints
of moon and sun upon water,
a solitary swan, pairs of geese,
circling buzzards, swooping swallows,
darting bats, crushed mint leaves,
thyme, sweet peas, tomato plants
all swooning in the summer afternoons.
To the map,
I know your regret being with me and everyday I just try to make you smile so that you can see my love for you.
It's hard for you to make those lovable eye-contacts again but I still love it when you smirk at my stupidness.
I miss those late night conversations we had on our bed followed by a silent sleep but I am in love with those moments you try to check if I am okay or not at night.
I know you get mad at me at my unforgivable mistakes yet I try to apologize and make things alright between us.
But remember, I will never let you leave me because you might be the first person in fall in love with. And trust me I will find you somewhere on the sea bed waiting for your lost sta...
You can't breathe me to death.
I know you have gone through a lot
But choosing me over your life isn't great
Think about those little hands who beg for your hugs when they sleep
Just have a look at your lady sacrificing her passion for you
And millions of creatures living just for you.
Think about that heart who held you in your bad times
And all you want now is to stop it after you cry
Feel the air your lungs love
Rather than putting me inside your soul to death.
I am bad
I am a cigarette
But I can't stop being that
But you are a human
Think about them once
Before kissing me again.