It is raining heavily. You just left work and are on your way back to home. Just then you pass by your favourite cafe, it is cold outside, you wish to have a cup of coffee. You stop your car and move into the cafe. The petrichor has left you nostalgic, you remember the happy times and move towards the same favorite table of yours. The waiter comes and passes you a smile, asks hesitantly, 'Your usual espresso, sir?'
You smile back and nod your head to say yes. On the spur of the moment, you overhear an old couple, sitting on your left, 'Darling, don't you think how young and fresh the young couple looks there.' Just then you look at a young couple, on your right, sitting closely to each other, holding hands and laughing. The old lady staring at them, now grabs your attention, 'Yes. You old man. You don't even hold my hands, don't bring me flowers. Look how well they are dressed, color coordinated, having the same dish and are serving each other with their own hands and laughing heartily. They look so perfect!'
The next moment, the waiter comes with your favourite coffee. The cup is steaming hot, you grab it with both your hands, savour the flavor, and look at the drizzling water on the windows. The fresh aroma of the coffee, the brew and the memories bring a smile on your face. You then hear the conversation of the old couple get heated up; see them getting up, irritated and tired. Soon they leave the cafe and as the door closes, you now hear the young girl saying, 'Did you just see that old couple which left?'
The guy said, 'Of course. Do you think we will go for coffee dates, at their age also? Do not mind, but don't you think these flowers and color coordinated clothes are so artificial. Just look at them, they were sitting in silence for long, enjoying each other's company without talking. They even had their own different meals according to their own tastes. At such an age also they can stay together with differences, and we fight so much to come to similar terms. They seemed so perfect! And look at us!'
By then you have finished your cup of coffee, you see their sad, thoughtful faces; you call the waiter, pay the bill and get up from your chair. You walk past this young couple, and thinking of both these couples, then murmur to yourself, 'Idiots!' Suddenly you realise your voice is magnified, you turn around to see a girl, who had been sitting opposite to you, that you didn't notice earlier, say aloud with you, 'Idiots!' The girl looks at you, astonished, with a face that said, how could I read her mind and say the exact word at the exact time. Our eyes meet which had the same shimmer, the smile had the same mischief, and then both of us realise we have met each other before!
The previous life death under the tomb. Welcomed a little embryo, inside its mother's womb. Still oblivious of what it was going to be in this world. Weeks passed in the memories of the past and it was lost in its dreamworld. They said, it should be a 'Y', but it was blessed by its father to be his baby girl.
She was a crazy dramatic but not one of the lunatics. Entered into a world of religious fanatics. The world was a bad place, she had to fear, she was told. Warnings and orders, she had to make memories, had to mould. The school was fun, with swings and stairs, and play and prayers; she was loving to be a school girl.
Growing she was accustomed to the norms. She had to be safe for she could kill with her charms. She was making memories, but not living freely to her best. Dawned to her the fact, that the world was beautiful, it was your eyes that had to test. So she let go of her fears, learnt it was not 'he' or 'she', 'good' or 'bad', living every moment for she was no more a show girl.
Now it was a soul, breathing peacefully, singing in the air. It got its identity, which freed it of all the despair. Now it was again making memories, but moving and jumping its way. Not a gender or a religion, not a country or a race, it was not tomorrow not yesterday. Making memories in the present, it was rising and growing, dancing to the tunes it loved, for now it knew how to twirl!
There is space between people. Some, quite obvious but some just hide in plain sight.
One day you pick up the phone and try to call that someone who made you feel something. It rings and rings in an endless loop to finally die out. You try a few more times, staring at the grey wall in the hope to find a familiar voice on the other side. But end up listening to a computer-generated monotonous voice telling you that the other side is empty like the wall painted in grey with no memories. But it doesn't tell you why. It doesn't tell you why there is no one on the other side with a familiar voice or why it took you so long to figure it out, that there's space between people.
It's such a cliché to cling on to nostalgia, isn't it? But we cling on to some of it for some reason.
Letters are more personal than some instant messages waiting for a double tick. It makes you feel connected, traveling slowly through the mundane life to reach someone. It smells like... you. Maybe it used to, I'm not sure anymore. Memories get rusty after a while, I guess. Or maybe you don't want to remember certain things. Yet, some things hit you when the whiskey hits the right spot or the nights mourn the death of a stranger, in silence. It hits you, that you don't know the address to fill in the space staring right back at you; you don't know whom to write to.
There is space between people, space that words cannot reach.
You type "hey" on the screen to catch up with the old friend, but get stuck on the next line.
You don’t know who they are anymore, or what’s happening in their life or their new favorite song. There is this idea of whom they used to be, stuck in your head, but they aren’t the same, and it makes you wonder if you ever get to catch up with their new life, friends, and maybe their new favorite songs. It’s strange how we all used to dream about a future that we were uncertain about, with people we barely knew. Now you live in two cities, living two different lives staring at the same screen and wondering about what to type next.
There is space between people, space that filled with new people, and life that you don't know about.
You can fill the space between the stars with your fingertips. It makes you feel like a giant who's about to swallow the sky. Or just a hopeless romantic trying to figure out why there's so much space between the stars. We drift apart, slowly, like all the stars in the sky; drifting through space to an unknown fate.
It's funny, you know, how we write some exaggerated poetic bullshit about how people always find a reason to stay. Even not talking for hours, days, weeks, months, or years, how people find their way back. Maybe it's all lies that we made up to sell a few lines. Like the way we used to talk about stars as some divine celestial bodies looking down on us, now they are just atoms burning up, waiting for their inevitable end.
There is space between people, space that is out of reach. Just as cold as the empty side of the bed that you woke up to.
.I don't seek sympathy, I just ask to see it from my point of view.Things aren't always as they may appear... I don't deny that I hate you And you know it better you have given me nothing but enough reasons to do so. But I do miss the girl who tried to be a good daughter. I miss her, because you left without any hesitation but you took a part of her along with you, that she would never get back. And let me tell you, this isn't fair!
I never dreamed of life to live, I never dreamed of my self worth as good, Others told me I was no good, Since I meet you I know now life to live as I should. . I have been told since the start, Love is not a game, When did they change the rules? Never did anything stay the same. . How can I love you? Seems like when I see you I get confused, All my life others have not loved me as you, Me, they only used. . I am learning how to love myself, I owe it all to you, I know now my unheard cries, Where whispered in you. . Cries you heard from your heart, Tears you saved me from crying, My sweet lady, it was you who saved me from me, Upon a life of love you saved me from dying. . It was you my love, You gave me heaven it was you who saved, Me from the loneliness and the sorrows To which I was formerly enslaved. I love you now and for all of tomorrow's. : : I often thought as love as my friend, Let her in me and let her fly, Because in the end, Love will die. . I often thought of love as my enemy, Burning me in the wrath, Not exactly living in perfect harmony, As I walk on her windy path. . Burning the candles at both ends, One here, one there, Never with just one lovers or friends, Sometimes I do and sometimes I don't care. . All my life, Been really by myself, Asking, do I really need a girlfriend or a wife? . Not a need, nor a want, I must confess, Sharing my life, smiles and all..the answer is yes. . Love does not seem to show her face, Wondering if I betrayed her and I would like to redeem, My utter woes and disgrace, Love, she never was kind to me as it breaks in the seam. . I am not a friend or foe since she does not know me, How do I meet her how do I see what she might be? It is in our power to love and hate, Guess I sing my song and wait, wait, wait. : : What shall I call this dream running in my heart? A nameless wind flowing in my time of smiles thinking of you. As grass that dances to silence warmed of your smile, Green and rich from the gleam in your spacious eyes. . How can I live a lie whispered of false truths from my blood and soul, I love you, i repeat again and a again, I love you. Holding on a hope, you love me. Holding on a kiss to never be. Serenading the garden of flowers of false hope, tall and wide dreams, Rich of love unplanted. . A bright vision lived in my heart, with a dark lonely future of flesh of life. Alive of dreams, dead of hope. Dead of love from you, alive of nothing inside. For it is, what it is, no more and no less. I love what I will never have, and suffer in hate of myself, Happiness is never found in my travels, alone and carrying the thought of you. Until I can dream no more. : : I listen as I speak in the wind For a echo or a faint whisper Thinking the wind carries her soft voice . In a summer or was it fall? Memories cloud my heart Not able to remember at all . I remember the way she looked Her eyes of diamonds in the night Her clarity of love Not rehearsed but sincere . Back in time my memories swim That ocean was warm and glowing from heavens gift For once my soul searched And searched Then found... Her. . I remember her smile and the way it tasted In my heart I remember her touch Digging into my soul... Softly and tenderly . My first poem My last poem As she is the alpha and the omega She wrote our love I remember : : In the silence, Of my heart, so tender, In the echoes of the walls I stay in, Where is what life offers, loves splendor. . Each of my tears whisper a cry of me, The echoes of lost gentleness I used to believe and see, Each tear, has memory. . Gone long are the days I was happy, Smiles where as common as sunshine in my day, Comes the heartbreak, That makes the skies gray, on this long day. . To care, to love, to need, How do I forget? Who I once loved, How do I erase the pain and regret? . Regrets of no more hands, Pains of no more kisses to my fingertips, Still tasting, Their soft and sweet lips. . It seems memories have a way to live, In my heart I still see, Us, for we still live and love, In my memory. . The Rose you gave me, Still a remainder of our love when it was fresh and in my heart and head, But just as the Rose, once lived to beautifully, Our love is now dead. : : Was I not good enough? Was I not the one you always wanted to remember, not forget? Do you have any mercy, Wondering do you have a regret? . Of the times, in the ways, It used to be, We as flowers grew together, Thinking of once beautiful fields of my destiny. . Thinking we are unique, Loving each other with so much tenderness and care, Once thinking, You would always be there. . A winter came, Our flowers of love, frozen and died, Now the soil is barren and empty, Where our love lied. . For me, You to come into my heart to ease my fears, I for you, To hold and comfort you in your tears. . Thinking of a future, Our unborn kids listened as I told story's, Of how our love, Was the the greatest glory. . There will be no future for us, No kids playing in the park, No living in the sun of glorious daylight, No loving in the night so beautiful and dark. . Can I speak of how I love you? When nobody is around to hear, I can't comprehend, I can't whisper to you, 'I love you, my dear' . The flowers once grew, The butterflies once flew, Yet, little I can do, For I still very much love you. . But another flower came, Another butterfly came to play, You stopped loving me, and started loving her, As our love flowers, and your love, withered away. Wondering, crying, agonizing, Did you ever at all, with me, want to stay? : : Once I walked in the path I set Moving forward at a speed I know Suddenly stopped No-where did I go I looked around I was standing in the same place As I did when I took my first step Time moved forward and I looked older in my face . Why is it I seem not to change No matter how I try ? Will I be the same Until the day I die? . It seems the more things change The more they stay the same Looking around I really have no one to blame Utter confusion strikes with vengeance Seeming to miss the goal I want to hit Sometimes happy Sometimes feeling like shit . Looking past in my life Looking forward and seeing the road ahead Knowing I must in my life Turn a corner and think with a new head . Solemn is the oath I took as a youth Stand and never fall But in the end Nothing, but love..matters at all. : : In the times I needed you, You where gone and left me weak, I wanted so bad to be in your arms, Just looking for a love to seek, I wanted to share my pain, Oh my dear I so badly wanted to speak. . Alone in my thoughts, Crying so bad inside in my misery and pain, Nowhere where you, To hold me, love me and care for me in my pain. . The skies where black, My soul was dark as if somebody turned off the lights, How many times did I cry, Alone in those cold dark nights. . You don't know how times was my pillow, was my only true friend, The tears kept me company, As I thought it was the end. , I thought you where my love, I felt you where my mate, You turned out to be so cold, My love for you turned to hate. . I must be sick to love you, As you don't love me, How many times did I want, so bad, To be with you so desperately. : : In the autumn mist sprinkled a little dew, On flowers, on the leaves such beauty, it reminded me of you. Such is the world as we live in, Madness of our human race, You guide me, to a better place, Kiss me, I need you now, Warmth of your spirit, Strength of our love, To bond me, To consume me, In the night, Where our dreams come to together to swim, In waters pure of love, In a wildness of the wilderness where We are lost. I need you now, More than ever before, To hold me, to caress me, With your eyes, with your touch. As flower I cherish, Let your kindness remove my mask, And let me see, Let me feel, Let me hear, Your strengths, your wildness, your dreams. Let me...love, The one I love tonight.
No one I know has seen this mythical creature the way my eyes have And i simply cant deny that I stand by my beliefs... I simply just do... Creature of myth no more, This being unknown to texts or scriptures Allow me to document it, I'll keep it true.. Yes it's about you, @nikhil7004 ofcourse it's you ♥️✨ #love#poetry