I am made of quiet storms washing themselves away.
/— Fray Narte/
I and you, You and I. Push me down the cliff. Save me from falling for a melancholic heart.
These days, all the memories, I have with you, are crying, and they will fade away just like the tears on my cheeks. The fire-alarms ticking in my head, pushing my veins harder and harder to ooze out blood with reminiscences of the yore. Where did it all start? Let me mourn and burn myself in the morning, till then let me live the dusk.
The first time ever I saw you. An incredulous sight. That miniscule sight of yours became the monumental truth of my life.
Your eyes- . I have summoned all my strength, and now I'm here, in front of you, my senses failed. What happened? I didn't realize that it was the first time when I lost myself to something monumental. You're incredible.
I wanna save that light residing in your eyes, lighting the ways of those who are still going. Tears fall down and freeze to death, now what remains is "regrets of not being true to myself."
I knew myself so well, but I was with my feelings, I tamed my own soul and my soul followed my words.
I am a person who does not believe in prayers, but I prayed for the first time yesterday, and I can see the magic, the modus operandi of prayers.
I prayed for you. I prayed that you may have endless supply of wonderful days, and I may never have this urge to see you in future anymore.
May you never come in front of my eyes. And If we ever met, push me down the cliff. so that you may live, and my cemetery may live with the orchids sent by you.
Standing by the red ironbark tree where the sandy creek bed recedes in on itself like a prehistoric lungfish conserving its exhausted energy as it waits out the dry season
I listen to the kookaburras as they chuckle and cahoot across an unbroken sky the colour of butterscotch where birds fly in silhouette resembling velocity in slow motion their sharp wings cutting through the air like graceful oars in the sky.
I study the abandoned shack where old man Lewis used to live in solitary contentment it has surrendered itself long ago to white ants and lantana
nowadays looking like a landlocked shipwreck its hull weathered to silver leaning into the southeast shaped by cruel leeward winds that refuse to retreat.
Turning toward home I stumble on the roots of the ironbark exposed like the hands of a sleeping giant and I pray for more than a miracle to buoy me from the unyielding ground upon which this drought has settled
and just as the rain starts fat lazy drops as heavy as molasses low thunder rolling in across the candy coloured sky the downpour begins in earnest
'Zero'!; 'Cruel'! etc. You called me such... Xyresic words; Why you hurt me? Vent of my emotions Unable to keep it longer Tears flow as I cried Shutting my eyes 'Rainy' ☔ mood; tried to... Quit my life; but my mom Persuade me not to; I was Out of my mind; feel like... No one care if I die Mom care though; she... Love ❤ me; and I love ❤ her Keeping that in mind; Just breathing the air; In order to live the life; Heart ❤ still beats; Good thing indeed; Freeing my mind; Escaping in the... Dreamy-world; Choices are mine; Bye, ex; it's... A farewell. ~
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