(Playing Kabbadi with the waves is something I learned from Dear, Zindagi movie. It's so fun.) #love
The beauty of love is kinda indefinable. There's so much Purity in that word. Some people do fail to express, some feel but don't express. Love's a complicated feeling sometimes, but you know for sure when it's the time. You know when that person is the one. You just feel like yeah, I found my QUERENCIA and that feeling is divine. Love is divine and consequences is like the second word to love. But when all the consequences fail to get you, you get your love. That's well deserved.
I know I'm late, but it's not too late. Happy birthday dear Carolyn. You've been so much supportive in this writing journey of mine. You appreciate everything I write and also correct me when I am wrong! I am so grateful for you dear. Happy Birthday, hope all your wishes come true!!
Tell me that those stars up in the sky, Will stay forever there. And I'll promise you till I die, That I'll always be right here. And I know that you can't tell me this, 'Cause nothing is meant to stay the same and you know it. And you just know it!
Tried to hold on to the happiness I got, But it turned it's back on me. You and I are us, that's what I thought, Until you opened my eyes to see. I can't be the one for you forever, 'Cause nothing is meant to stay the same and you know it. You just know it!
I went downtown looking for our favorite club, Didn't find it at all, 'cause it has turned into a grocery store. Every memory we made there is now been rubbed, And there's no way we can help it to restore. It is like a dead end for us, 'Cause nothing stays the same and you know it. You just know it!
Tell me that those stars up in the sky, Will stay forever there. And I'll promise you till I die, That I'll be always right here. And I know that you can't tell me this, 'Cause nothing is meant to stay the same and you know it. You just know it! (Yeah)
Thankyou so much WN for EC❤ @writersnetwork@miraquill#recipe In a piece of screen and a keyboard In a matter of time and emotions As long as I got the right recipe of untitled feelings As long as You were breathing with your ever so radiant smile
I will continue to scribble and link the words I need to suffice the demand of my rapid beating heart I will continue to inhale the rusty wind along me.
I used to walk on narrow lanes from childhood and paint the hues of gaiety on blooming wildflowers while writing epitaphs to the mere memory of my mother's adrift existence, I've roamed uphills more than cities where sun escaped from horizons and escorted the edges of my running esteem, whenever I stood on divergence. And my birth place is so vagued that I don't remember where I was born, but I've heard the stories of my brothers and sisters giving an inch to life for my journey has always been about chattering over stony ways from the day an author made 'brooks' alive.
I reminisce days when the dormant sun quenched its thirst ebbing my succulent soul out of me while the summer breeze arrived with a drought, my greatest nightmare and how I looked at empty wall for hours with an open heart in search of hope, hope that rains through twigs and sprouts into a rainbow lending hand to my drowning hymns.
Maybe I've wrote millions of poems to the trailing winds which caressed my rippling skin when a battle against hurricane I led on monsoon days, I've drawn flaws on my chest and blown self-love through waves on days when I smelled like an old piece of paper etching scars on my sun-kissed thighs. I'm the shadow of abandoned trees and I look like wail on a girl's face who fed on heartbreak recently, I'm the reflection of a poet's breathing poetry which glows like moon when light falls to prevail an uncertainty. I'm the happiest rhythm and absurdest cassette playing allegories each minute, every second; I'm a home to some while a neighbour to others maybe a tenant without shelter who never received a letter. I've lived in lies and lost in memories, now I just want to flow in the direction of reveries. ~from the POV of a dying brook.