Oh! It's another night, When the moon is out there Slipping out secrets on working of this world. And you stay awake Tossing and turning In your bed.
Looking for answers, Whose questions are at ambiguous state. You curse yourself for choosing wrong starts, Looking at others enjoying their royal paths. Knowing what all has changed, Your daydreams are now filled with suicidal thoughts.
The world is a complex, Where people inflict pain Covered in shades of scarlet red Not knowing other's Blue and gray's.
You look at the dark sky Registering your heart to be It's inseparable part. While the diaries of poems Laugh at your goal oriented Way of life's draft.
After sending hundred letters filled with dread, hate, anger, resentment towards you I now am at the hundred and first to accept that instead of how much tough you were on me, I had still like you to visit me someday again through the book marathons we did under the wooden roof of old library. I had like to steal another candy from the old lady and payback a hundred more to her with that cheeky smile of a 9 year old. Morning walks with Nana to old temples and the sweet prasad which still hasn't competed with any other sweetness in my life. The school assemblys, snack shops, pocket money and games of hide and seek were the times i had a sense of belonging. And even now that the life is chase of opportunities i take out some of my time to play hide and seek with responsibilities. It ain't fun like it used to be but it reminds me of the days i had forgotten about the homework and same did the teacher. The coincidences have reduced their probability in my life but i guess that's what means being an adult. The dreams of youth were goals i used to scribble on my backpage of notebook while you in your full elegance were sitting there staring lovingly at me. Well Ma says the truth that maybe I certainly don't have a thing for handling my emotions carefully. They run out of place every now and then. Maybe that was the reason of writing those 100 letters full of hate declaring that you were unfair to me. But every thing finds it's closure and maybe this is mine.
"You are the reason why I am today what I am." all this cheeky lines were never meant for me to write down so instead of that I had like to thank you for being what you were. For being like Bertie Botts totally unpredictable. So, let's meet someday again under the wooden roof of old library in between lines of harry potter's tragedy .
When somedays i look at my reflections just for a fraction of second i feel alive. That how in this whole earth of billions of people i am the owner of this face. This is the face inscribed in my mother's memories to be her first child, that there is this particular smile my best friend sees when she cracks up a joke, That their is this specific face i make before i cry which my diary noticed, That how i squint my eyes before the alarm rings, and that how in this brief moment i am the one having this piece of identity. That this face sometimes gives happines to people who love me and sometimes pisses the one's who hate me. Well, that might be extreme to say but yeah it's not false that how sometimes i wished i had dimples or set of blue eyes but then i remember this is the face of person i loved the most in my past life. (//There’s a Japanese legend, your face at present is the face of the one you loved the most in your past life.// ) That no amount of dimples or blue eyes would've filled my heart with joy if they weren't for this chubby cheeks and brown eyes which resemble the dark hole consuming those blue skies. I am having this identity which my soul has bonded with maybe for a thousand lives. And that how I had be disrespecting myself if i didn't love each part of me. That how i had like to love myself in a way that if i were to be born again I'd look at my reflections each day And feel alive again and again... - Vaishnavi.
Taking classes of self-love from Kim Seokjin this days :-P Also this is lame...
I was 17, when I moved to a hill in California. I was 17, when I built a small cottage there, and grew sunflowers. My hiraeth was fulfilled now, but why was I still, yearning?
I was 18, when I saw him for the first time, sitting near the lake, at the top of the hill. Melancholy, looked so beautiful on his pale face. Somebody would've mistaken him for an angel, only if he had wings. I could make out his earnest tears, shining bright with the distant reflection from his loved star. Oh! What catastrophe, attraction is. I looked away, when he glanced at me, and ran back timidly, to my flower hide.
But he showed up one day, at my doorstep, I trod out in slow steps, in tiptoes and sealed lips. I opened the door with fluttering hands, the butterflies that hung on my door, flew away. When he heard me breathe, he turned around, and oh what magic, in the hands of some creator! How brilliantly oceanic his star studded eyes, as if the sky and sea, were merging into the sunset horizon of his honey skin. He spoke with a voice as silent as the woods, yet as rushed as the nights that pass there. What ink had smeared, his barren heart, that he sang poetries, about some angel's harp?
Eternal love, stays in smitten hearts. I'm 100 now and I still write about him. How mere are promises, of staying in reality, when you only stay in dreams? Oh I fell in love, with the season of summer, but he drifted away, as August dressed in seductive rains lured his eyes, far away. What awaits, in an innocent autumn...my dream's grave or another nightmare dressed like a daydream?
#patheticfallacy@miraquill Thank you so much for your kind read and ❤️@writersnetwork Thank you so much! Words cannot express all that i wish to say to you. I am so overwhlemed and speechless that all i can say is thank you, thank you. ❤️ My first ever EC
The sombre clouds darkened the mood And every long restless night Fed by solitude. The nostalgic weather creates ominous feel, To show the elements of good and evil.
Confused thoughts angry intrusions The fantasy of being broken, the world Becomes subdued. Insecurities rise and thoughts aren't clear, And I cannot take this mortal fear.
Tears were pathetic to witness Time left while chasing calmness I crumbled in moment of forgiveness. The fog creates a nightmarish atmosphere, Monotonous mood currently 'sits here'!
Life stucks often due to miserable inadequacy Sense of failures adds feelings of inferiority Only realization can speak figuratively. Clouds suit my mood just fine, In my skin Raindrops Shine.
Clouds are weeping on my misery Stars are falling from the breakdown Tears of rain are gloomy and painful Thunder of anger is coming from clouds Wind is blowing and take away everything Trying to reach the cerulean sky Holding the hands of the calm ocean It shows the love of the nature's life