@veloc1ty_ This was completely inspired from you. I am veryyyy late to post this but wanted to write this from so long. Ofcourse I'd never be able to match your level but I tried :)) @mirakee@writersnetwork P.S. This isn't written from a bestfriend's point of view but from my boyfriend's point of view.
I heard a rumor about you. Is that correct? Well who cares, I have moved on. I guess. They say, you found my look alike. And also that she is beautiful and hot. Wait, you're trying to fill the void of my absence by someone else? I've been trying to hate you. I made some progress you know? I have hated the cologne that usually filled my room. I have emptied the cluttered closet of yours that you left that day. I have thrown all of your belongings that I held upon for three months. But I hate the fact that I can't hate you the way I hate your belongings. I want to hate you the way I love you. (Present tense;still) I want to hate you for all the bittersweet goodbyes and concussions of memories you've left me with. It's strange right? After all the crap you put me through, I can't hate you. I don't think she'll ever handle you at your worst. Or she will never understand your lame humour. You still have this habit of singing and humming in the midst of a conversation right? She gets irritated of it. She hates it when you call her at three a.m. ranting about your favourite character of that classic novel. She gets irritated when you don't take her to Starbucks for coffee. She doesn't like your favourite chinese restaurant just because it is not a five star one. I just hope that she's smarter. I just hope that she knows how to put her ego aside and assure you everything will be fine when you drown in the memories of your grandma who died on your lap. I hope she understands that you are still dealing with your past traumas. I just hope she's a good listener. I hope she know that you too are weird at times. I have been isolated since the day you left after that fight. I waited, waited for you to come back. I was so confused that I broke my phone. I got a new one now, the one you always wanted to gift me but I denied because it was too costly. So, finally after three months I find my way to this party. I am dressed with your favourite dress. It seems like ages since I wore this. It still reminds of the day you proposed me. You enter with that girl who's busy bitching about others that you clearly hate. You hate bitching. And then your eyes meet mine. Why does my heart beat quicken? I don't want to feel love again. It's exhausting. I'm here with that guy you were always jealous of. I knew you'd be here. You sit beside our table and call your 'new girl'. Oops! You said my name. You aren't used to saying a different name right? You deny to have dinner now. Anxiety takes over your face and she ignores it. She calls you to dance but you hate dancing so you deny her. But again, she doesn't know and gets offended. To hurt you, she goes and dances with a stranger and I see you not giving a damn to what she's doing. You're too busy to see what am I doing. I put my palm on this boy's hand and he knows why I brought him here. I can see your eyes turning red with longing and jealousy. I just know this one thing, when you're mad at someone, you've two choices. One, you find ways to solve your problem. Two, you find someone else to make things easy for you. You chose the second one. You're trying to resemble me in her. We're both too crazy and stubborn to express everything. And from what I saw today, you clearly don't want anybody else loved by me. You miss me and that's what your bestfriend told me. I just know, you'll never find me in someone else just like I cannot find you in the guy beside me. ~ Khushi.
__________________________________ This post was inspired from a scribbled story I read on instagram. I don't know if I did justice to it. Ik it's too long. But it kept on increasing and increasing the more I wrote. Take care everyone. ___________________________________
It started when he looked at me, That glare was so serious, I must say. I've been his since that day! Since the day he sparkled pixie dust on the bare parchment. His words were magic, I was under his spell. He taught me about the pretty good fairy tale endings He wrote about how I was his 'last leaf'. He seeked for stories that kept him young. I sobbed when he wrote about his heartbreak. Everybody says, he was an unexpressive man. Little do they know, That I'm the luckiest one on this earth To know all his ups and downs In his roller coaster ride of his life.
He taught me to fly, Fly from the cage where I could be away from the darkness. He started writing love letters, I knew he was in love with an ethereal beauty. And after some months, he wrote about heartbreak, I knew he suffocated himself with all the guilt In an attempt to breathe again. And there came a phase When I fell in love with him. And he went, went away from me Without a promise of returning again They say, he needed space and time to think. He came to me when his mind was cluttered Gripped me tight but couldn't say anything. He blankly stared at me.
His stories are still young in my mind Of how he would be a divine penman. Spilling magical metaphors on the parchment. He was blessed even though he wasn't loved enough. He isn't gonna return back Because now he knows he cannot write anymore. Or maybe he can? I still wait for him, to write about the fairy tale endings. About truth triumphing over evil And see the child he had inside him Alas! All I see now, is a drunk-with-sadness-man Who bleeds poetry.
WELL, YOU MIGHT WANT TO KNOW I AM HIS PEN SPEAKING AND HE IS A POET ~ Khushi
Anatomy of a poet.
You may drown in the deep eyes of a poet
Or may get lost in the darkness soaked eyes
Swords of memories piercing through the mind
And maybe she must have remembered them and whined.
Alphabets might swirl inside her mind
And you may lose your track wondering the complexity.
The permanent memoirs etched on the heart
And the light entering from the nooks and crannies of the spaces.
Giving pathway to hope in hopelessness
The flawless suit of unrhymed poems
Witfully sewn and depressingly beautiful
Dark and a perfect fit for a mending heart
To wear with utter pride.
Mystical metaphors meandering her mind
She's an epitome of literature within herself
her mind is the classic literature
Sometimes she can't be deciphered.
What you might not see
Is the passionate abyss that resides in her
And the light that enters through her cracks of the broken heart
You'd perceive the flickering light of hope in that adobe.
She's no different from the people around you
But she has a soul of fire
The deep eyes of an ocean
And the heart of gold.
Your Khushi is back now! I missed you all so much.!
Might be going inactive again. It's been long. I hope you guys are healthy and safe. Sending loads of love <3
Might not be replying to all the comments.. but I'll make sure to come active more often.
@mirakee @writersnetwork first like ❤️tysm
It was the first time when I had an encounter with fear. The night was flawlessly dark. Like a black silhouette had covered the sky. I was three years old. Mum had just slept beside me while she was singing the lullaby. I was awake. Made no sound and just walked out of my room. I could barely see anything. I was alone. That time I realised, the fear of being alone. The fear of darkness. The fear of standing alone without anyone holding you. The very next year I lost my mother. Barely aware of the truth, I realised her absence. // It's not the darkness, but it's the silence that frightens me //
I was in tenth grade. I wasn't a good student though. Fear of less marks, not getting popular and so many things mounted on my head. But dad always held upon my branches when I was growing. Fear of losing him feared me! People had expectations attached with me. I felt like that host plant, attached with the parasite called expectations on me. It ate me up from inside! I feared failure. I gave my exams and passed... Though with not so good marks. I had given up my hopes. // Losing in a game is okay, losing and not meeting someone's expectations is heartbreaking //
I am an intern in a company. I have all my necessary degrees. I have experienced everything. Losing a dear one, not meeting someone's expectations, the fear of standing alone, recovering after giving up all hopes, but still fear of rejection gets the crap out of me. What if they reject me? Working is my passion right now, it never seems tiring. But rejection and failure, are those fears which are etched permanently like a tattoo on my soul. // I am not afraid of trying, I am afraid of failing //
And no matter what is your age, you all face some fears in your Life. Some fears are etched permanently in your souls. You might be afraid of entering that abandoned house or may be afraid of any disease. You might fear oblivion. You might fear emptiness. All you gotta do is to take a deep breath and give it try! Because all you want to achieve is out there, just after your deepest fears. You gotta come out of your comfort zone and overcome your fear! // The horizon is full of opportunities, but it is just after your fear //
After a longgggg time.... I am back! Stay safe my dear mirakeeans ... I missed you guys a lot! I am so sorry for such a long break. Studies and responsibilities! And quarratine days are finally giving me time to come back here! How are you all... ? ♥️
O o o No nono no Girl girl girl You are pretty like a snow But it seems your heart has some cold part. And you pull me towards you. But I am afraid that I will be dead When you will touch me I may turn blue.
Gently gently gently you are controlling me mentally. And I fear that a red heart will appear it surely will entice that won't be nice..(gulp)
My oh my You are doing it again. You are smiling and that's making me insane Oh no oh no oh no I can see your hair flow And that skin also glow I know what you want but to tell you I can't.
Shoo shoo shoo Please don't make me fall for you. My heart is pumping blood I don't want it to flood.
Baby baby baby Maybe maybe maybe Can you just try on some other guy.
Oodles oodles oodles of attraction you carry But I want to marry a plain Jane So that I can maintain my balance. It may sound strange but you are out of my range.
(And as she turns her back....) Wait wait wait Guess it's my fate and also it's now too late I am already in your trance So I am giving myself a chance I am putting my heart on stake And hope it does not break(gulp) (Aaaaah the attraction)
And as soon I ran towards her , I hear a thud The next moment I realised that I fell from bed and it was just a dream Ho ho ho
There is this certain aspect of memories being imbibed into inanimate objects of not much significance up until that point which you notice them. You might not have thought there lay any relevance to the word dusk and dawn or even associated them with the those many times that you have watched them in passing. But then people come into the spheres of your life like the rain drops perched upon a leaf during the monsoon. Pitter patter it drops and thus it goes, on and on until it flows, up until the moment it stays as a rhyme in your mind and then it glows.
Some people feel like the person you know will not judge you even if they say they hate you whenever they see you. Sometimes it feels better to hear that someone hates you when you know they might smile with it too. They will mess up your vocabulary of perfectly ruined languages by claiming to teach your the best ways regarding it's usage. Now you end up with a broken vocabulary and reassure yourself that your abilities to perfectly raise the temper of your teachers still exists. People that actually try to make you feel as if you scaled the everest for every little thing that you do are what makes the muxture of simplest and most opposite of words jumbled together have some meaning to it. Some sort of pleasant memory becomes attached to it, it reflects the person that uses it when someone remembers it.
We associate memories with songs and end up reliving them with the people we spent them with. I think it's the same with letters and words or even sentences. You imbibe memories into words too. Of some people.
To friends that are worth it
@dusky_dawn (I still cant understand the meaning of that name but people love it here because you made it so)
I express my sincere gratitude towards the wonderful folks behind @writersnetwork and @mirakee. Thank you for giving magical wings to countless unknown voices day in and day out ❤️
To every sparking soul who took time to read this, please accept my overflowing love for you. I'm mildly overworked these days and that leaves me with little time to be responsive, but do know that my heart explodes with joy upon reading your kind words. Let's band together as a collective and keep writing away the sacred truth embedded in our DNA.
I met you in summer when the days stretched endless, and the sun was a vicious flame an uncontrollable sphere a wrecking ball of fire and I had words but they seemed to be caught somewhere between my tongue and my breath so I watched you glide away into the unknown fall your laughter the fading strains of a folksy death and I didn't talk at all.
You found me in winter collecting the morning dew it was cold, but your heart was colder, and our thoughts disappeared into the misty view I poured a drink, melted the ice watched you twirl your hair as you rolled the dice a gambler's soul scorning the past playing an evanescent role never meant to last.