Lacuna(blank space) formed inside your tinted heart when his fist drew tangerine sunsets out from your cold december body and your mouth could only whisper of broken spell of your lost nightingale
But it's not your fault - Your demure nature often attract vultures instead of sparrows Cause the people around you often mistake your silent poetry for a corpse, and your body for a graveyard you see, the muted mouth often raises questions of sluggish character inside those dwarf minds
And the world is so full of that....
So, every time you enter into a room full of those people, your body turns itself into a flight response ; drowning deeper into the abyss of your poetry to escape the reality
P. S: Quite a lame one from my side but it's a start to go back to poetry again.. All thanks to @poetryfromsoul@fromwitchpen and others who kept on pushing me to write and i hope i won't disappoint you in my coming pieces!!!!
You are a stargazer, my dear: A souvenir drinking memories from the falling stars You live to behold the sight people don't dare to seek Like the howl of a wounded wolf Or the eyes of a lonely fish
You keep on writing about the ruined pieces that may or may not have existed But you write it anyway for the sake of quenching the throat of your muse So the people who reads it can find solitude among the heavy downpour of their tears
You, my dear, is an art Painted from the hands of your bleeding heart
P. S: Sometimes we as an artist needs immense dose of self-love to create art
Sometimes my mood fills the air with such numbing silence it feels toxic for the people who breathes around me,like i don't want my ashen words to rain over those blessed souls brimming with lemony light inside their abode, but maybe it's out of my hands to reach and pull those twilight thoughts and make them scintillate out from my delusive metaphors
And as i peek out from my window onto those children of God creating a symphony of prismatic paint on that bare ground, melting down all sorrows from the broken hearts of the by-standers, i wonder why it fails to melt mine.
/I question, if my wounds are still fresh to call it them scars/
Dying has always been one of my options besides living, to find tranquility, but never knew it will be my only option now, as i swallow the last sleeping pill of my endless night
when you start stripping down all the colors and all that's left are some blacks and whites. you find all the shadows falling behind some inconspicuous corners of an unlit room.
you feel your skin touching the final stroke of solitude. you breathe in and out, exhausting every bone to catch up with this monotony
but I'm feeling like a human today is that okay?
I have this disease of falling in love with everyone and everything. I let 'em borrow a little part of me to fill their broken facades and now i live in pieces, scattered around places and people beyond my reach. maybe I am dying too.
This one is long, indeed! #genuine_readers plz♥ PS: phobos and delmos are the only two moons (natural satellites) of Mars. ______________________________________________ //On a rainy night//
She was stronger than anybody else but his company made her fragile. They've left each other on their own knowing that they are two fragments of the same heart. Rain shower used to welcome their (un)ending bond of love. It all sounds like a fairy tale now cuz nothing is same. They've been miles apart from each other but seemed like they were still synced together.
On a night, light shower of rain was being fallen. The aroma of that mud made them feel aesthetic. Memories was all that was left with them. For the rain, they were Phobos and Delmos.
They both were sitting beside their window touching the raindrops that lacked the love it used to bear. Sitting in a dark room beside the window, breeze felt like heaven that lacked people who did great deeds.
Why it felt so difficult for her to make a phone call? Why was it difficult for him to leave a text? Maybe they wanted so but were behind the curtains of "why always me?"
The rain shower eventually turned into downpour and they couldn't stop themselves. He sent a text and she made a phone call. The phone call was recieved and they both said in chorus "Its raining and I'm missing you." They both laughed and poured their whole heart out.
While we are persistently searching for the precise words, the best and happiest moments in life are those that leaves you speechless!
The moments that are ephemeral, but leave the most untouchable and forever existence of memories.. The moment where, you are who which you wished to be.
In the old tainted pages of diary, there is still a misty abode there, which is far away from the reality of the world and exists the last phase to the forever. The Pages which is still hiding itself from the eyes of the world which seeks abode in the night.