I write, you relate.
Somethings cannot happenBut still we don't lose hope.I've got so many books in mindBut, one book I would never be able to read is yoursYou diary.Where you recorded our happy moments as and when it happened.I wish I could.©swathi_
Don't do it, if you're not sureBeing ready, you'll never beIf you've the slightest doubt, back downDon't let the excitement and emotions cloud your judgementYou really don't want to cheat yourself, on the first times.It's a beautiful feelingYou do it a thousand times, the first time is what you remember first.So, let it mean somethingYour first forehead peck, first cuddling, your first hugYour first kiss, it should go naturally, deep and craving, not stopping to gasp air, just feeling everything and not letting go It's special and you better remember that.©swathi_
When you are exposed for the first timeTo a particular emotionIt draws you in, it clouds your viewYou get obsessed©swathi_
Why God why?Just when I was happy, that Grey's Anatomy is one of "The best", I've ever watchedWhy the twist©swathi_
Never imagined I would think something like thisThat moment I was sitting next to you, I imagined lying down on your shoulder, and clasping my fingers on yoursI couldn't think of anything elseI didn't speak anything, you knowI was so immersed in looking at youI did hold your handsBut I was right in letting you goGo, I let myself free.It was good meeting you, and it also feels good letting you go,Also I didn't realise soon, that you were a coward, I'm forgiving you anyway for my own peace of mind .©swathi_
It's important to cleanse the mind once in a whileWe learn so much from the people around usMostly, how not to be.One incident I felt disgusted about,Let me share what I learntHow much ever you fight inside a family, it stays insideBut just because you want others to think that you're a great person, It doesn't mean you can let others, strangers, random people,To hang your family members out to dryI won't to do that, And I must not do that, because I know how it feelsFor God's sake, stand up for who really matterAnd also this is not fun, and sure doesn't sound funnyBeen observing.This ain't the first time, and this won't be the last time, I knowBut this is a learning for me, keep teaching. I'm ready and sure to learn.Little things. Big impact.©swathi_
It's weird, rightI didn't love you, or I can't bring myself to accept that and I wouldn't even if soBut whenever I hear the words you told me, at random places, why does it hurtWhy does it feel heavy, like something is sinking and somebody is pulling me down from insideIt's been two years, I feel the same heaviness whenever I hear those wordsI didn't expect that little coincidence to impact my life, this muchWho are you, and why can't I bring myself to accept the fact that you are not a good boyWhat did you do to me, how can three days and three months become such an important memory to meWhy can't I forget the exact date and month, even if I try hard toWhat is this, I've always been practical,But how did this emotion lock me, here.It's weird. What you told me was truth.Yes, you made me remember you,Every single day. For two years.©swathi_
People forget and move onBut how someone made us feel, remains with us forever You broke me in a good way,You broke the wall, I had built around my heartYou made me open up about my feelingsIt was natural, mutual in all waysYou saw the real part of me, which I've never showed to anybody elseI enjoyed being with you, and I always wanted to be with youThe way you spoke about your family,You told me about the day, your dad criedAnd I would never forget, the pronunciation you used to call out my nameYou're a good man.I know you were scared, I know you were in pain.I'm sorry I didn't realise that. I know you've been through a rough phase,And you've scars that cannot be erasedBut I'm happy, that I was able to make you ready to forget your past, It's been a long time, But it's so clear, the voice vaguely forgotten, but the words pinned in the deepest parts of my heartNo name can bring justification, to the feel we sharedIt's been a long time, We have walked past each other, like we've never metBut the truth has to be hidden, we can't get hurt anymoreIt's difficult to get detached,But let's see how far, I can carry your memories.©swathi_
The first time we met, I got lost in your eyesNot the kind, where you search for a diamond in a treasure Island,But the kind where you have all the diamonds sparkling, and you just stand there, in awe, admiring the vastness and the presenceSome days, there were no words, just silence, and we would listen to each other breathingSome days, we talk in a flow without any gapI wouldn't have told so much about everything, if it were any other personThe stolen glances, and the deep enthralling eye contact,It does something to meIt feels like an ocean breeze, an overall calmness and the fragrance of petrichorWhen I ask often, " What do you do to me? "His smile says everything, the sarcastic, mysterious, light oneI can withstand anything else, him,I go weak, vulnerable.It's a big deal for me, everywhere else, being strong,But here, I have no control, I surrender.©swathi_
There has been a vibe between us, since the first day we metNot too long, just been two daysThere is nothing else to be sharedFrom all the secrets to the theoriesUnrestricted flow of conversationThere was always this attractionWe have different interests, but the understanding level is unimaginableHe starts the sentence, I finish, kindaWe met for two days, we talked, we were silent. There was this warmthRaw, natural self. It was different from all the pre set qualities.We were to meet on the third day, some emergency came in, we didn't meet,And from there, to here, it's been like a decade.The person merely forgotten, but the feeling sprouts every morning.©swathi_
Poetry can be dangerous, especially beautiful poetry, because it gives the illusion of having had the experience without actually going through it.- Rumi
Real eroticism is eyes-reading©sparklingteja
Any special connection starts with bonding over similarities and grows stronger with respecting the dissimilarities.
Voice: swallowsEyes: eatTouch: scorchesFeel: burnsShe: owns me©sparklingteja
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The more you hide your feelings, The more they show. The more you deny your feelings, The more they grow.-love quotes
He: I'm losing my voiceShe: you must speak the pain out darlingHe: no, I must write©sparklingteja
Don't Forget The Person Who Was With You When Everyone Left©wordz_wid_pain
We look at each otherlike we are about to kiss.
You've taught me,How to eat with eyes.©sparklingteja
I always thought of writing a love story.But then again.I ended up with another novel of fiction.©_faithless