You give people the absolute power over you.. And still act shocked when they break your heart.. Yes this is what we all do.. We talk to some human and we start to feel like That's it.. This human right here is my forever.. No other human would matter as that one human.. And tbh it doesn't have to be with the tag of boyfriend's and girlfriend's.. Making someone the most important part of your life Doesn't always have to be as lover's. Well you can love friends too .. Yes you tease them more than you love them..
We always plan on the happy things we would do with that human But we don't even think for once that things can go wrong too .. Can't they ? But we don't want to think that in near future this human who means this much to me And maybe I mean the same to him/her.. Can even think of breaking my heart.. So you share, Sometimes over share .. All you weakness ,all your happy thoughts,all the things you've done And all the things people have done to you.. You tell them all.. So yeah.. You give them the power to hurt you. In ways no stranger could ever do.
Cuz that's what people do.. They hurt you.. The hurt you bad when things go wrong.. Some people don't use your secrets.. But some exploit everything you've told them. And you blame yourself for all that.. Believe me.. If you think about the future You'd not be happy in your present (Education and self growth is obviously an exception) I'm talking about human relations ^_^ People would come and go That's certain.. If you keep thinking if you're going to stay together forever.. Then you might never get to live your present. ^_^ So enjoy while you can. You never know When you're gonna lose that best friend ,Your lover.
God and Me -------------------- I often see "HIM" residing alone in the biggest sculpture across the downside of our lane, pristine white, lofty Dome with an enormous Splendour. Stray Souls, meek maiden, ambiguous hearts, grievous faults, soaring ambitions, wanderlust blood were HIS only visitors searching for succour in the darkness.
From far his world seems to be beyond my wonder, a refreshing tint to the mundane life, the utopia of bewitchment in the desert of daily sufferings. ... and mine, a hackneyed reality immersed in capitulating feeling of helplessness.
But still, I wonder why, both of us are alone today as if riding an eternal flow of Life poised on a double-edged sword, toppling and sliding in persistent concern of unvalued
Our smile, an exquisite fine veneer masking the reality and the glossy facade a perfect contrast to the otherwise blurred Darkness residing inside.
But sometimes I pity "YOU" for in moments of tear and self loathe when clouds of obscure insignificance drown my spirit in dejection, there is the slightest chance, I may visit you to garner support but GOD, in despair who would you turn to?
You bloom like a flower each day,incessantly in the empty canvas of my mind as the brushes of nostalgia Taint you with strokes of black and white. But, I have stopped using colours these days;
Warm summer winds as they strike the canvas smell rusty ,little smoky too like it did that fateful day , as my eyes flash Your ghostly grin gasping and struggling for the last ounce of breath ;
I feel too much these days suffocation and abandonment puncture my lungs and hope is somewhere engraved in the arid landscapes of torment and wails. I cannot use crimson any longer as the haunting memories of red still spill your blood Against the pristine white wall and each day I die along with you ;
Yet, You haven't changed...
You Bloom like a flower Each day, even without rain And I cannot help But cherish your parched soul Collecting them as a Souvenir. ꧁ℴ_꧂
anxiety's a silent drop of water penetrating the stillness of my calm mind, severing the surface with wildness and diving into it, to add up to the volume of chaos that rests dormant inside it. it charges at me like a fanatic, sending across a range of tiny ripples that die even before reaching the shore but it's enough to rattle my mental state.
and pain is like a hot spice that has lost all of its hotness, so it sits steady on the edges of my tongue waiting patiently for the crisis to arrive but it ends up not stinging me as much as it was meant to. It simply dissolves in with my inability to stir an emotion in the hot pot of the feelings i overcooked for myself.
numbness is its byproduct, a strange feeling or rather the absence of it, and it has stuck to my skin for way too long now. it all began with the collapse of a stack of intangible thoughts, starting from the least of dangerous ones to the ones that are unfavourably violent. but eventually it shaped my thought train, sushing the frightened child in me that has recently been orphaned. and as any other orphanage, it took care of me when no one bothered to.
You had brought no lavenders I had crossed no oceans, It was plain , You and me , sitting across a table in cafe. I was busy drawing conifers on a piece of white tissue paper while you ordered lemon rice and babycorn, The waiter started serving in porcelain bowls, the space was insufficient; I dropped my bag and black scarf Eh, didn't I try concealing my clumsiness from you? After all it was our first meeting "Don't worry, I will pick them You draw" I then looked at you with a childlike faith, realising that four days later you will be snoring in a sunday afternoon some thousand miles apart, your food will be warm, room all cozy and you will wake up to an unconscious evening to find everything except me.
I remembered that my sister had broken up for a third time , my friend had been cheated on in a two year old relationship, my mother was living an unhappy marriage for twenty years, and yet that day , at that moment I couldn't help but just fall in love with you!