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  • surefire 2w

    //You are wrong if you think that the joy of life comes principally from human relationships.//
    - Into the wild

    If you listen closely,
    you can hear the rain
    plattering against the window
    or the cars swooshing by
    even the summer breeze
    that touches every flower
    growing in your backyard
    ever so gingerly
    but the whole world
    seems to be in a hurry
    with no time to spare,
    with no time to care.

    Some world,
    where we are busy
    smothering one another
    with boundaries and restrictions
    where I grit my teeth in pain
    and tell you this;
    I belong to no man, no woman
    but I feel a sense of kinship
    with trees swaying away from
    the nearest human settlement
    and even when the sky
    is speaking in tongues,
    I do understand.

    ©surefire

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  • surefire 4w

    I grabbed him by the collar
    a subdued voice still guiding me
    how to tighten the grip, how much
    for how could I let myself be tender
    after all these years, after everything
    his guileless eyes searching my face
    but could he find anything
    anything but contempt
    for my past, for people
    for a world that orphaned me
    but who will know,
    aren't we all just parts to some story
    not all our traits will get spotlighted
    write it down on a sheet of paper
    and force it down your throat
    to be on tenterhooks
    when only time can tell
    but who will stay,
    only time knows
    but I am stronger now
    afterall he is gone,
    I am stronger now.

    ©surefire

    The old me is referred to as 'he' here.

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  • surefire 10w

    Under the troubled sky,
    Sits a girl with long plaits
    A journal steals glances
    From her beige backpack
    It hides a world
    She has intricated
    With variegated poems
    That always sits on the edge
    Of the cliff she builds
    Syllables hangs from
    Chandelier of welkin;
    She's a conduit between
    Monsoons and Autumns
    Transferring love letters,
    Freshly baked pies and
    Poetic loops
    A flower tightly wrapped
    As a ring,
    A transpiring vow,
    A promise to bring
    Flowers to eulogizing autumn
    Fading away against dying lilies.


    To Megha// Autumnal Skies


    Happy Birthday Sneha! Happy 18th. Goodbye to sweet seventeen. We've all been spiralled into the hole of chaos and uncertainty. May skies help you find your path and let your dreams come true.

    - Devika

    @poeticgirl

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  • surefire 12w

    He huddled up
    as the dry September
    breeze wafted over him,
    something inside him
    rose to its feet
    his thoughts aligned
    themselves with a voice,
    a voice that was now
    standing tall,
    a voice that had
    no shape or form,
    a voice that had been
    hushed and forgotten,
    a voice that had
    reached a crescendo;
    she drew up her knees,
    as she sat down beside him,
    something glistened
    in her fierce eyes
    something feminine,
    something he yearned for.

    The clouds parted
    above their heads,
    the wind tickled the tree
    that housed them,
    a few leaves tinged with
    yellow fell on the ground;
    tears of laughter.
    The two of them sat there
    smiling at the night sky
    as the stars aligned,
    and the universe
    looked them in the eye
    and the whispers they
    exchanged echoed
    throughout the night.

    ©surefire

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  • surefire 16w

    The streets were
    teeming with tourists
    even at this time
    of the year,
    and you sneered
    all the way to the bridge
    which was quieter than
    a bunch of other places;
    I caught you staring at a
    young boy of sixteen
    chatting animatedly
    with a girl of his age
    and wondered if you
    feel the same way I do.

    You slid your hand
    into your pocket when
    I tried to reach out
    and,
    we were right there
    on the periphery of a
    conversation,
    we never had before
    and I know we were
    supposed to hold hands
    while looking at the
    chemtrails;
    and I know we were
    almost there but we just
    couldn't make it in time.

    ©surefire

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  • surefire 22w

    //Tried institutions of the mind and the soul
    it only taught me what I should not know//
    - Simple as this by Jake Bugg

    The trees now,
    awakened by
    the swoosh
    of summer breeze
    were swaying
    with delight,
    I could hear
    the clinking
    of wind chimes
    and the snippets
    of conversation
    between two birds
    as the leaves
    swirled around my feet.

    I milled around in
    the afternoon;
    under the shade of
    a dozen trees with
    a dozen poems buried
    beneath my tongue;
    yet another
    peaceful interlude
    in my everyday life.

    ©surefire

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  • surefire 24w

    @thunderclap ��❤

    When it comes to telling people how precious they are, I don't wait for special occasions but....

    Self awareness comes from interacting with the world, whenever I think about 2020 and how I met you, I remember the kind of person that I was back then, I was hollow from within, I was reckless, naive, stupid, I was struggling with low self-esteem, low self-worth and I don't know what else. Have I ever told you that I judge myself a lot and it exhausts me and that's the reason why starting a conversation with sangfroid_soul was so difficult for me. You know how to make people feel comfortable, it's like you give them enough space so that they don't have to be someone else, you are the only person around whom I don't have to judge myself, around whom I don't have to scrutinize my every thought, my every action. I think you are perfect, atleast for me you are perfect but what exactly makes you so different from the rest, I don't know although I have asked myself this same question many times, maybe it is beyond my understanding but you know what, there is something really beautiful about not being able to fully comprehend a person that you spend your days and nights with. And hey, look at me today I am happier than ever, I am more confident and I think I don't really hate myself afterall and above all, I have grown so much as a person and that's all because of you, because my whole world revolves around you, because you are a gem, because you are my angel.

    We have been together through thick and thin and I know you have been through a lot without saying much, without showing much. You are the bravest woman that I know after my grandmother. You never complain, no matter what and that's just one of the many things about you that really inspires me a lot. You remember what I told you during the initial days of our togetherness, that you have the X factor and even after all this time, you still have that charm, you still have that X factor and that will never change. The bond that we share is so special that I can feel your joy, your sorrow, your worries with such clarity. You are my everything, you are the only one I desire, the only one who makes me the happiest, the one who encourages me, the one who understands me, the one who is always there no matter what, the one who makes me feel so much, the one that I am scared of losing, the one who matters the most.

    This quote describes you perfectly :

    "What else? she is so beautiful. You don't get tired of looking at her. You never worry if she is smarter than you: you know she is. She is funny without ever being mean. I love her, I am so lucky to love her."

    Happy birthday Devika Aji, I love you and congratulations for turning 18 FINALLY AND I AM SO HAPPY that you have reached the age of majority successfully �� and I know you are happy as well because now you can get vaccinated against covid 19 (��) and I forgot to add one more thing, um I guess now we share the same sense of humour?

    Edit: After going through your posts, I realised that I can never write like you, never. Sometimes I wish I could because my heart aches to tell you how much you mean to me.

    - Chuhu ��/ sponge / copyrat/ Siddhi

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  • surefire 26w

    It's December already
    and the streets like usual
    packed with shopaholics
    and there is plenty for
    the eyes to feast on, like
    the flickering street light
    and the shadow of the frail
    rickshaw puller that wavered
    as he pedalled up the street.

    The mindless honking
    of vehicles caught up in
    the slow moving traffic,
    the haggling between
    the street vendor and
    a middle aged woman
    over the price of fish,
    despite all the commotion
    one could hear even
    from a far distance,
    train announcements
    that reverberated
    across the street.

    The street was bustling
    with people and the
    vexations of everyday life
    and somehow the chaos
    is an antidote to my
    loneliness for even the
    chaos is some form of life;
    it finds a way, it thrives.

    ©surefire

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  • surefire 31w

    //People can't be answers.
    They are just more questions.//
    - Alyssa

    The universe inside you
    sustains itself
    single-handedly
    the universe inside you
    knows no bounds,
    it exceeds both
    expectations and estimates,
    and the vastness of which
    obfuscates both life and death.

    An undying love
    for revelations and
    the whimsical desire
    to comprehend every
    nook and cranny of
    this very universe that is
    brimming with questions,
    getting out of hand and
    more reckless by the minute;
    without even knowing that you
    cannot clutch at every answer
    that life throws in your direction,
    there is an arcane pleasure
    in not knowing oneself,
    this universe that lives inside
    each and everyone of us.

    ©surefire

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  • surefire 33w

    //When you said I will
    never be your vegetable
    because I think when
    your're gone, it's forever//
    - Chinese satellite by Phoebe Bridgers

    She wishes to emulate
    the Koshi river the day
    when she would be on
    the cusp of adulthood,
    steadily making a
    transition, hoping to
    pull off an effortless
    butterfly stroke away
    from the austere teenage
    that had her in its clutches;
    a rebel in the making.

    She wishes to swim
    across this river that she
    once fancied some day,
    far away from the shallow
    and she will know that
    her time has come
    when her soul and
    the shore would only
    be an inch apart,
    and she would frantically
    drape the waves
    around her shoulders
    and close her eyes while
    on the cusp on infirmity;
    an unconscious rebel
    with a fist in the making.

    ©surefire
    #sfwn

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