To me, love is a dream, a mere fantasy which I read and saw in all those stupid stories and movies. It's something, i dared to dream of. What is love for you? What is an impossible dream that you dare to dream of.
The only thing I've learned by far is don't wait, hustle for what you want. You gonna achieve nothing if you don't work for it. You can't reach to your destination without the journey. It's a complete process. There's no formula or shortcuts, every single person has to live out their own, choose a path, go on their journey and it's only you who can make it worth living and beautiful . No one has a right to decide a path for you to walk upon. Make your own fate❤ With love ~nbsanta
Happiest birthday my beautiful Can i call you still mine, i know we are apart. It's just i can feel you till date in every breath in take in. Your love is just like air i can't see but can only feel. In battle to move on and get past you, my memories and love wins. I hold on to you in the wildest and strongest wind.I still remember each and every moment. You took a part of me and forgot to return. I miss the feeling i felt, you were around me. I am not me anymore without you, ever since you left. On this day, when you came in this world with an aura of divine. I wish you all the happiness and laughter my dearest.I keep you in my prayers, I'll be watching you from afar, like the sun in the bright sky. I don't have enough to praise you my love.
After all these years, Essence of your fragrance is still fresh in my reminisce. I remember those sparkling amber eyes like sun shines in the sombre sky Warmth of your embrace kindles me You Shown me parts unexplored within my own soul You touched my very existence with warming smile of yours Unwithered, blessed with eternity Love, our love is imprinted In my heart for forever and furthermore ~nbsanta
There's no such thing like stop loving someone You just cant. It doesn't matter how hard you try to deny it. You just keep on loving them. For you, only they matter the most.Even if there's no guarantee that the strong feelings you have for them, will be reciprocated or not. That's the risk love have.You knowingly keep loving the person despite the risk and, i think that the beauty of love. -nbsanta
yes, my apartment, it is no big affair; although my father wanted me to organise an inaugration, on the same day when my unluck decided to step into my life, and then, we both, together, stepped into this landfill.
the machiavellian microwave deeply desires, to beep to its life once again; too bad, it doesn't — the 'leccy bill hasn't been paid since the last winter. just me, and the emptiness in these brimming whiskey bottles, wishing there was a scope of 'you', but instead, the doctors have diagnosed my heart with a case of you.
look inside my wardrobes, it is just as if, my friends had invited me to seven funerals within the last seven days — blacker the berry sweeter the juice; an exasperating fallacy, it only goes from bitter to its comparative adjective, and slowly, to its superlative.
the darkness has lingered longer than any of the flings from my past life; and, as you must have already guessed, cigarettes do not expire, they go stale — and, neither of these females are into cigarettes, let alone stale ones.
this compact theatre of minimal joy, and maximum sorrow — often, gets boring; maybe, a place with a better view, would help me to settle quicker, smoke the stale cigarette in me quicker, find a fling to ring sooner, dream of a dream, that is seemingly more of a dream, than a nightmare; maybe, someday, maybe.
i look at myself in the mirror only to see ten of me my heart doesn't pound at the sight, it's quite normal actually. the room is so quiet i can hear my shadow speaking. it tells me to warm up my dinner and so i do.
my mom gave her old dinner set when she came to visit and found the apartment bare. she even bought me a microwave after arguing with dad that after all i'm their daughter.
the microwave beeps and the takeout I ordered two days ago is now edible enough for me to consume. the table is set but by now im filled with despair. the pills are in the bathroom, the bathroom is 20 steps away.
im standing at the oceanbed six miles below and all the water is weighing down on me. i am in outer universe, the lack of vaccum makes me want to keep floating in the darkness, lifeless.
one day my neighbours will complain of "smells like dead mice" and people will break into my apartment only to find me sitting slumped in the same chair, my flesh rotting but a stone cold dinner ready for whichever one of them is hungry. (i hope they all appreciate my accidental hospitality).
Dear Almighty, I know I pray to you every day but I don't write to you often. And the times I wrote you a letter were when I was desperately needing your help and presence but unfortunately, you failed me both the times. The first time I wrote actually drew to you was when I was a little kid who didn't even know how to spell her name. It was when my grandfather was undergoing surgery and almost everyone had lost hopes but I didn't. I remember I drew a little girl holding the hand of her grandfather and kept it in the puja room. I closed my eyes and asked to save the person I loved the most in this whole world. But you failed me. The second time I actually wrote to you was when I was a school-going child and my favorite teacher was battling cancer. I wrote you six pages long letter telling you how badly this world needed a genius like her and how beautiful of a person she was. But you disappointed me yet again. Today, after many years I am writing you a letter again and this time selflessly seeking your help. O Lord, the world needs you, your children need you and there is no one else who can save us if it's not you. People all around the globe are facing this pandemic and we have been brave and fought with all the patience and strength we had so far but things have been slipping out of hands lately. It's been a while now that we are going through this trauma and I think we have had enough of it now. We can't afford to lose any of our loved ones now. It's heartbreaking to see people struggling for existence. We don't deserve any more of this. I know we as humans have committed sins and harmed nature but we have learned what we had to, I promise. We have grown. What did the little girls do for they will be deprived of the love of a mother for the rest of their lives? What wrong did a newborn do that he didn't even get a life to live? What sins must the newlywed bride commit that she didn't even get to see her husband's face for the last time? Some conversations are remaining incomplete, some goodbyes are left unsaid, some touch that won't be felt again, some smiles that won't be seen again, and these things will keep running through the minds of those who had a good fortune against all this but won't be thankful for the life they struggled to survive for without the ones whom they had promised a forever to. There are no answers but millions of questions and only one solution which is you, God. WE NEED YOU! We need you to complete some forevers we wished for, we need you to witness nature, we need you to explore the world and new people, we need you to keep our promises and most importantly we need you to live a life which you have blessed us with. Many of us have lost our loved ones and never have felt so helpless in our whole life because we want to be there for them in their bad times but cannot do so. I know it's a phase and it too shall pass, and someday sooner or later we all will have to leave this body but I am sure it ain't now. We all will meet again someday, till then we ask you to build a home in your arms for those who couldn't witness the miracle of life and bless the others to live it to the fullest. We believe in you and the energy that comes with you. We need you. Amen. ~Vedika
Two Pods in a week am I dreaming? This is miracle❤️ Thanks to every beautiful soul who read this genuinely :)
A poem should be little remains of human thoughts, saved each minute, every hour, filled with spilling knowledge relinquished by the mariners, when thunder and sunshine are oppressed in a raging storm sprinkling charm to the stories, tales or anecdotes prior.
A poem should be as fathomable as the womb of mother treasuring the remnants of alphabets, a blend of idioms and phrases acting like a shield to protect from the corrosion of plagiarism when dug by a frolic reader.
A poem should be a vast sky of imaginations enlightened by constellations of rivalries, which when splashed on a poetic canvas gives birth to a book, where free hearts comply to darn a universe of memories and untwine synonyms which fence the galaxies crooked.
A poem should be a chronicle or a manuscript deciphering its existence out of crosswords, it should be a soul of human heart and a swollen tumblr of emotions, which once been held by hands shall illuminate one's mind and trace voice which is left unheard. ~Purva