I love that word, tradition. A bit archaic yet it settles in the lower pocket of beliefs, I've seen it escaping from hourglass almost everyday, but now it seems to fade away like clouds after raining.
When the skies were bluer we stitched confetti's on empty walls and greetings on the tip of our tongues, we filled hungry stomachs with spices and herbs like rifles stuffed with guncottons.
When I saw time being naked, the last time, it was Diwali where dull hearts and pale skin bloomed into scarlet and beige shades, hope was a little brighter while sorrows a little fainter, and humanity screamed as a loudest forever.
I love that word, tradition. Which bring our hearts closer like orchids, roses and lilies in same fence, but we are drifting apart in this pandemic, till what remains is our own selves. ~Purva
In case some of you are confused about what this shape represents, it's nothing in specific. I just randomised a shape while writing about a lost soul wandering and seeking. Otherwise, you are free to perceive it however you want.
Thank you @miraquill for the POD I am not even really sure if I deserve this today, I saw so many beautiful concrete poems, mine is nothing infront of them. Even though thank you so much for appreciating this #concretepoetry#writersnetwork
1. We would miss you. 2. It's not worth the regret. Either by yourself if you failed or just simply left scars, or the regret everyone else feels by not doing enough to help you. 3. It does get better. Believe it or not it will eventually get better. Sometimes you have to go through the storm to get to the rainbow. 4. There's so much you would miss out on doing. 5. There is always a reason to live. It might not be clear right now, but it is always there. 6. So many people care, and it would hurt them if you hurt yourself. 7. You ARE worth it. Don't let anyone, especially yourself, tell you otherwise. 8. You are amazing. 9. A time will come, once you've battled the toughest times of your life and are in ease once again, where you will be so glad that you decided to keep on living. You will emerge stronger from this all, and won't regret your choice to carry on with life. Because things always get better. 10. What about all the things you've always wanted to do? What about the things you've planned, but never got around to doing? You can't do them when you're dead. 11. I love you. Even if only one person loves you, that's still a reason to stay alive. 12. You won't be able to listen to music if you die. 13. Killing yourself is never worth it. You'll hurt both yourself and all the people you care about. 14. There are so many people that would miss you, including me. 15. You're preventing a future generation, YOUR KIDS, from even being born. 16. How do you think your family would feel? Would it improve their lives if you died ? 17. You're gorgeous, amazing, and to someone you are perfect. 18. Think about your favourite music artist, you'll never hear their voice again... 19. You'll never have the feeling of walking into a warm building on a cold day 20. Listening to incredibly loud music 21. Being alive is just really good. 22. Not being alive is really bad. 23. Finding your soulmate. 25. Going to diners at three in the morning. 26. Really soft pillows. 27. Eating pizza's 28. Proving people wrong with your success. 29. Watching the jerks that doubted you fail at life. 30. Seeing someone trip over a garbage can. 31. Being able to help other people. 32. Bonfires. 33. Sitting on rooftops. 34. Seeing every single country in the world. 35. Going on roadtrips. 36. You might win the lottery someday. 37. Listening to music on a record player. 38. Going to the top of the burj Khalifa . 39. Taking really cool pictures. 40. Literally meeting thousands of new people. 41. Hearing crazy stories. 42. Telling crazy stories. 43. Eating ice cream on a hot day. 44. More Harry Potter books could come out, you never know. 45. Travelling to another planet someday. 46. Having an underwater house. 47. Randomly running into your hero on the street. 48. Having your own room at a fancy hotel. 49. Trampolines. 50. Think about your favourite movie, you'll never watch it again. 51. Think about the feeling of laughing out loud in a public place because your best friend has just sent you an inside joke, 52. Your survival will make the world better, even if it's for just one person or 20 or 100 or more. 53. Hanging out with your soul mate in a treehouse Snorting when you laugh and not caring who sees 54.I don't even know you and I love you. 55. I don't even know you and I care about you. 58. Because nobody is going to be like you ever, so embrace your uniqueness! 56 . You won't be here to experience the first cat world emperor. 57. WHAT ABOUT FOOD?! YOU'LL MISS CHOCOLATE AND ALL THE OTHER NOM THINGS! 58 . Pets. 59. Hugs. 60. Stargazing. 61. You have a purpose, and it's up to you to find out what it is. 62. You've changed somebody's life. 63. Now you could change the world. 64. You will meet the person that's perfect for you. 65. No matter how much or how little, you have your life ahead of you. 66. You have the chance to save somebody's life. If you end your life, you're stopping yourself from achieving great things. . 67. Having the ability to be sad means you have the ability to be happy. 68. The world would not be the same if you didn't exist. 69. Its possible to turn frowns, upside down 70. Be yourself, don't take anyone's shit, and never let them take you alive. 71. Heroes are ordinary people who make themselves extraordinary. Be your own hero. 72. Being happy doesn't mean that everything is perfect. It means that you've decided to look beyond the imperfections. 73. One day your smile will be real. 74. Having a really hot, relaxing bath after a stressful day. 75. Lying on grass and laughing at the clouds. 76. Getting completely smashed with your best friends. 78. Staying up all night watching your favourite films with a loved one.
79 . You can look back on yourself 70 years later and being proud you didn't commit 80 . If you are reading this then you are alive! Is there any more reason to smile? 81. being able to hug that one person you haven't seen in years 82. People care enough about you and your future to come up with 83 . reasons for you not to do this.
83. But, the final and most important one is, just, being able to experience life. Because even if your life doesn't seem so great right now, literally anything could happen
Again, if we begin, to draw those skies towards the grounds, to sweep off those dandelion fields with love to connect the stars and, sew them, to stay together forever, would we reach the destiny?
/I killed 3 things tonight, I killed 3 things tonight, our sky, our dandelion field, our stars, And I followed you to the graveyard./✿
Again, if we begin, to hang the cherries onto the trees, to ring the bells when someone prays, to paint the pale wings of butterflies, and sprinkle some stardust on them, would we reach the destiny?
/I killed 3 things tonight, I killed 3 things tonight, our trees, our butterflies, our prayers, And I followed you to the graveyard./✿
Again, if we begin, to make the sour memories sweet, the broken hearts meet, the dead escape back to life and, greet, the sombre summers of their lonely beloved, would we reach the destiny?
/I killed 3 things tonight, I killed 3 things tonight, our memories, the broken hearts, our summers, And I followed you to the graveyard. to which, the heart has left, leaving the soul behind./✿
Being the same person, some conflicts tend to be never-ending.
//Again, if we begin,
✿ apart from the seashores, we sail ✿ ✿ above the clouds, we fly ✿ ✿ around the moon, we play ✿ ✿ along the sun, we rise ✿ ✿ at the horizons, we meet ✿ ✿ adoring the beautiful deeds of ours ✿ ✿ a heart and a soul live together in the same ✿//
So I daily wake up and choose pain to wear over my skin.
There's a faded black t-shirt messily thrust between my other clothes. I am a little ardent in not letting it be thrown away so I argue with my mother.
Maa, if you are listening to me then I want to tell you that your daughter feels herself in that faded black t-shirt. She wants to keep this immortal thing close just like those poems, your '24/7 dedicated towards family' heart wouldn't understand. And your daughter wants you to never understand them either, I know if you do, you would feel all the pain on your heart, from the toe ring to the red in your hairline, in your every atom, you would be able to feel all the pain your daughter has been eating upon all these days.
Maa if you are listening to me (please don't) I feel myself fading like that faded black t-shirt. I see myself daily spinning in the soapy water of a never-ending war, I slip and never get up. There's an experience, there's a mature understanding which flew and perched on my broken windows, the boy at my guitar class looks at the sky through the glass window and tells me that he loves the maturity I hold in my bones.
I walk back to home with 'maturity in my bones' and lay on my bed till the sky paints itself black. Maa, what do I do with all this maturity when it costed a life. A life, my life. I have round brown eyes to look at life with a mature way but I don't have a soul left to look at life in any way.
All this experience I hold in my hands is like peace after a war. I am bleeding, fresh wounds are still there, then how can I flex over this experience past situations left at my door.
Maa, the hair you oil daily, they still smell of war, they still smell of all the times I pulled harshly onto them when downfalls were biting on my skin. All this experience is similar to the dullness taking over my black t-shirt after all the washes it has gone through and maa I see you are in the mood to throw it away. You tell me that it doesn't look good on my skin now and I want to tell you that all this skin on me also doesn't look good on me now. I daily soak in the sun of the hope notes I write, but maa I am fading away.
Can I keep this black t-shirt with me to remind me that all the faded isn't thrown away? That though faded I am meant to exist. Maa, are you listening (please don't).
Every day, I encounter, the thought of our possible future. I got caught up in the midst of the combination of our substances. It seems, Your sky was too cloudy to hold my rainbow, therefore in the midst of it all, I lost a sense of myself. Perhaps that was a code -- the world's way of telling me, I wasn't meant to stay. It took me long to bury my much-cherished love. Adamant to let go "My no other than you." As a consequences, I have become frigid to the sweet aromas and aphrodisiac melodies. Mirages clogged my mind, my neurons frayed. Long loneliness - dissonance that resolves; perceiving, the tertiary refrain - as exquisite verse. and matchless liqueur. Sublime gratuity derived through doors of surrender, Upon a soft breeze carries the whispers of my soul, rustling my heartstrings like wind through chimes and into my bones -- Keeping at bay the demons that lurk and the ghosts that haunt. It is here, in this space, When I feel most at ease. I am not quite awake, Yet not quite in a dream, Craving of how love could feel, and how intimacy could heal. I just wish I knew how to tell you that i am getting better with your ghost... But I guess, Some words are better left unsaid.
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