. Finding something good without even looking for it. I found you. And I wasn't even looking. You are that "good" to me. Like the drizzle on a Midsummer afternoon. Like the soft breeze that caresses the leaves on a Spring morning. Like the orange sunset on a rainy evening. Rare and refreshing. And something you can't love. I loved you. ( I still do)
, I learned means, the art of embracing failure and using it as motivational fuel to succeed. I never showed profailantism in anything but Love. When it came to love, failure didn't stop me. People failed me, from a very young age. My own Father failed me, in love. But I kept hanging onto the self-built hope. Until that said love indurated my heart, like the ulcer indurates the tissue, turning it into cancer. Until you. An important and deadly feature of cancer is, it makes the cells insensitive. Just how my heart was made insensitive to all the love. Unrequited love does that to you.
Since I am a logophile, I read and learn new words every day. This other day I was going through few words and found a word that hit me in the gut. Hard. I hated it for more than one reason. . Meant, the act of loving the one who loves you; a love returned in full. Why didn't or can't I love someone who loves me? Why didn't or can't you return my love? Forget full, at least in bits? Why should I bind myself to the love that will not be reciprocated and to the person who was and will never be mine?
. An intense and irresistible desire for freedom. I desire freedom from these wires of love I tangled myself into. My love. My unrequited love. I desire to be freed from the thoughts of the future we don't have. I desire to be freed from the memories of the past we didn't make. I desire to be freed from the constraining love. I desire to be freed from self-destructive thoughts and questions like, "Am I not enough?" "Why am I not the one?" I desire to be freed from the conversations we never had. Conversations I played inside my head.
. The ac(r)t of playing out an entire scenario in your mind. And I am an artist who masters in it. I play these scenarios, most of the time it is something that didn't happen but I wanted it to happen or something I wanted to say but couldn't. But, sometimes, it is something that happened between us. A minute moment. I play ut in my head, 32 times a second, to make it bigger, so I won't forget it( not that I will forget it even if I try to.) I do that because I am an overthinker, something I own with confidence and embrace with acceptance. I do that because I overlove, broken or not.
//Sometimes, you can't even hate the person who hurt you. Some might argue it as indifference. But I say it is .//
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Guidelines: The Grá Reformata, created by Michael King, is based upon the Villanelle form.
Following the basic setting of the Villanelle, the a Grá Reformata has an extra couplet between each tercet. This couplet can be either rhymed within the structure of the rest of the poem, or in free verse, but always in iambic pentameter.
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Words- They are very powerful. Powerful enough to make us want to ignore the actions.
Actions- They are powerful too. Powerful enough to make us want to question the truth that lies in the words.
How do I express what's on my mind? How do I explain them?
Inexplicable as they may be, they somehow want to be poured out of me. Inarticulate as I may be, they always find a way to be expressed. So am I just waiting for my thoughts to be known to others or am I doing something to let people know my thoughts?
Thoughts. What are they? What you feel? The concept of what you feel?
My thoughts. Well "my thoughts" is a place where I love dwelling. Is it because I am a dreamer? Is it because I am broken? Wait, broken? No, not yet.
I am hopeful. I am hope.
What's on my mind? Is anybody seriously interested to know tha? Interested, that's a highly inappropriate word. Curious, yes.
I think too deep. I go to various places from right exactly where I am.
They say actions speak louder than words. I disagree.
Words have been polluted with dishonesty, lies, impurity.
Words are powerful, as powerful as actions and sometimes even more.
Do I give importance to words because I write? No.
I give it importance because I feel, I want to feel. I want to reach out, I want to advise. I give importance because I mean them.
I have meant them.
Actions, something that proves us what's believable but can be deceptive.
Words, something that can't be believed unless executed but can be inspirational.
Right now, precisely at this very moment, I am in love. No it's not ordinary. I'm in love with words. #Logophile, as people like me are called. But it isn't that superficial. It has more than that. I guess I'm in love with the purity words had to offer but somehow they lost their essence.
I want to bring that essence. But I can't do it alone. I need all of you.
How is that possible? Ofcourse it is.
It is actually easy, very easy. All of us just need to be honest no I don't mean with every trivial thing, that isn't humanly possible. I mean with feelings.
We need to be honest. We need to believe in what we are saying. We need to be truthful. To whom? To ourselves.
Words, as powerful as they are will start to be as truthful as they were supposed to be.
What's on my mind Facebook asks? I forgot as I began to write....
paigaam_e_khat✍️बहुत सुन्दर रचनात्मक शैली है आपकी। आप हमे अपना सुझाव दें जिससे हम आपसे कुछ सिख सके। आप हमारे यूट्यूब चैनल पैगाम ऐ ख़त पर जा कर अपना बहुमूल्य सुझाव जरुर दे और हमारी रचना अच्छी लगे तो सब्सक्राइब कर हमसे जुड़े रहे।
It didn't pain me when you let my hand loose and disappeared in the glitters of this world. Because for me you were like the sun that generated in me life, you were supposed to be a source of warmth instead of a wild star that just fascinates my eyes or the beautiful moon that I see each day since it reminds me of the scars I carry on my soul and whose company is JUST a mere existence. You were like the sun to me, that stays, that burns, that's just phenomenal. That kills the germs of aches in me. But in reality you turned out to be a moon, that waned, waned and waned among the sparks of this ball. I realized you were never the way I valued you. I don't need you anymore. I don't.
Pains have stopped paining me now. The moment you left I no longer desire for any love, for any happiness, for any pleasure. The happy moments that I once used to treasure, are now trashed in the bin. These emotions that once were my weakness are now numb to death, I no more own to them even the tiniest peice of my heart.
You know, as you went away you took many of my fears with you. We all are afraid of getting hurt, right? We don't want our mind, our body or our heart in a bad comdition. But you, took away my fears of hurt, sorrow, blood, wound, scar and cry. I no more fear any bruises, in fact I have some made on my arms. Also, I don't own a single person after you. Ha Ha Ha! You were the last person i owned in my life as mine. And you're no more mine. Well, it's not about sympathy, guess what? I am free of losing ANYONE, be it anyone. I don't even own my hands, my blood, my scars, my rings anymore. In other words, I have nothin' to lose or, including you, no one can ever take anything away from me.
How strong I stood after you is what gives me goosebumps. I find myself strongest as the weirdest. I know of no one that I love, except He and her, and I know of nothing that anyone can ever make me lose after you. I am an empty person with nothing in my heart but some incomplete proses and poetries.
This is what my strength is like. Ofc everything cannot be perfect. Idk if i am dead or broken or pained, but one thing is for sure that you changed me completely, even before I could be who I was.
Mujhko taqat ye mili khd ka lahu peene se Kaun marta ha bhala azyaton me jeene se Raat hote hi ye sawal ubhar aata ha Jane kb dard ye jayega mere seene se
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Have you ever experienced how some friends are always there for their BFFs thinking the other guy or girl will reciprocate the same behaviour in the same manner throughout the days of their lives?
If your answer is yes, then we're in the same boat.
What I mean to say is, in a duo, there's always one friend who is always there, and the another one is just there. However, you still continue to be nice 'cos you don't want to hurt anyone's goddamn feelings, and it is you in the end who is expected to be mature, act accordingly, act your age, not be so kiddish, understand that they have a life, not be cringy, and do hundred thousand other things when in reality, the latter one cannot even make an effort to stay in touch.
But the time never seems to be right for you to get a chance to express how you feel. Because then you're just being melodramatic. There will always be times when they'll seek your advice on every tiny matter but always do what they feel like.
And I cannot come to terms with the fact that how is it they can stay in touch with their exes (of whom they desperately wanted to get rid of), but not with their best friends. It kinda hits hard when you realize all you've been doing, all this while, is just a sheer waste your time and energy.
These are the times that call for a reminder to self:
"If your absence doesn't bother them now, your presence never mattered to them ever."