the_moon_kid

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  • the_moon_kid 3w

    And when the sky turned grey, the clouds started growling, the sun looked down with a frown, I could see his back walking away from me.
    The lilies stopped giggling, the leaves withered, the yellow leaves fell down off the tree and he, just left like that. His back, his presence vanished somehow in the dust that block my sight.

    ©the_moon_kid

  • the_moon_kid 3w

    They filled in their voids by taking pieces of my heart.
    They were the one who once promised me a forever.

    ©the_moon_kid

  • the_moon_kid 3w

    And then everything in a jiff, faded away leaving behind reminiscences that would pierce my heart and make it bleed as they were the fragments of past, scratching my insides and tearing my soul apart.
    Not all memories are meant to be cherished. Some are agonising to live with.

    ©the_moon_kid

  • the_moon_kid 3w

    Cool breeze caressing our skin.
    Hand in hand, us, walking down the
    memory lane where some precious
    moments were burried back then.
    Reliving those past memories under
    the shimmering sky and intertwining
    our fingers, scribbling each others'
    names in our heart walls.
    Let's fall for the moment, in the moment
    for ourselves, for each other. Once again.

    ©the_moon_kid

  • the_moon_kid 4w

    Love !

    Love doens't come in a package like the products you order online. Neither it's going to be delivered on your doorsteps nor it can be tracked down. It's disguised as a sudden wave of urge to read some old chats that washes over you at 2 am. You might just end up searching for your name because that person you love, loves taking your name while texting and believe me or not that steals heart. Love is like that pretty flower bouquet, you feel like gifting your special person to make them happy on a random day without a reason. Because, why not? We don't need a particular 'tagged' special day to celebrate love, isn't it? Bake a simple cake, frost it with cream and don't forget to spread the colourful sprinkles which are just like small pieces of different shades of your love that you add in your life on a daily basis to enhance the aura of some beautiful feelings between two hearts. May be that last page of your notebook where you've written your name with your partner's name between a heart with an arrow? Ngl, it's cute. It's that kind of feeling, which you've to find for yourself. It might be hidden in a corner of your heart or in a person you've never thought of. But, it's there !

    ©the_moon_kid

  • the_moon_kid 4w

    Lately, my life has been like that
    messed up woollen ball rolling on
    the floor, with it's end somewhere lost
    and not in a mood to be unsnarled neatly.
    I remember, knitting patterns on my white
    solid sweater with some colourful wool,
    especially blue, my favourite colour.
    I love the sky when it turns blue too.
    With the clouds mimicking white cotton
    candies sauntering all around the blue sky
    while the sun and moon play peekaboo,
    it's beautiful.
    I love admiring how the colours of the
    sky blend among themselves and they
    don't even need a brush for those extra
    dark shades.
    But these days, it feels like although the
    sky changes colours but now my life has
    not been a rainbow anymore.
    I can only see the dark blue and black
    shades of the sky where it seems as if
    the clouds are frowning at me.
    The daisies I've planted once now has
    stopped giggling and shaking their petals,
    when I water them.
    Earlier, they used to narrate their stories
    to me about how once just because of
    them, a love story started and how
    they've also been laid on the graveyard
    of someone's beloved.
    I've some photo frames fixed on the walls
    of my room.
    They've photographs in them of some of
    my really close people who are now just
    like that zephyr which comes and goes in
    seconds and make you feel like it wasn't
    even there.
    The frames now threatens me to fall down
    and break into pieces.
    That vintage diary kept on the table besides
    the scented candles has stopped calling me.
    With a rusty colour on their pages and a
    smell of the past, the dairy now doesn't
    sings me lullaby at nights anymore.
    Every story used to be a way for me to
    fall asleep, dreaming how happiness is
    now like those withered leaves of my
    favourite daisies.
    Dried petals of roses inside my cupboard
    and crowns of their thorns, pricking my
    fingers, now just don't hurt me anymore.
    Memories disguised as tears, smeared
    on my white pillows now create art every
    night.
    Golden arrows of betrayal are now been
    thrown at me and they don't even miss
    a chance to hit my heart just at the right
    place, making a wound there which
    oozes out pain in the form of verses,
    just like you're now reading one.
    A jar, which reads in bold 'Reasons to smile'
    filled with some cheats, kept on the window
    pane above which a dreamcatcher is
    hanging, now mocks me because I pretend
    to smile all the time these days.
    The thread embedded with roses, decorating
    my ribcage has started tickling my insides.
    Twists and turns of the hurt feelings
    makes me gasp from breaths now.

    The scarlet hues of the sky during the
    late evenings and the early soft twinkling
    of the stars, along with the moon when it
    starts getting a bit darker heals me with
    kisses of solace.
    Tinkling of the bells due to the wind, with
    gazhals playing in the background has
    started helping me untangle that woollen
    ball, my life, and start knitting.
    May be start with just a little pansy or a
    sunflower ?
    Anything, but everything in a way.

    @the_moon_kid

    #mirakee #words #poetry #life #grief #aesthetic #thoughts #love #friendship #messy

    @miraquill @readwriteunite @writersnetwork

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    Memories
    disguised
    as
    tears,
    smeared
    on my
    white
    pillows
    now
    create
    art
    every
    night.

    (Caption)

    ©the_moon_kid

  • the_moon_kid 5w

    I'm painting my nights with happy lies,
    hiding away all the truths radiating
    agonies and essence of heart break.
    Fake smiles reflecting on the mirror
    under the moon light and pain burried,
    deep inside my heart, I'm creating
    masterpieces with lies all over myself.
    Smearing the paint of happy, sugarcoated
    lies on the starry sky and collecting
    and throwing away the bits and pieces of
    truth that my scratch my wounds and make
    me feel like an empty abandoned soul again.
    The moon smirks at me and mocks me
    for being this vulnerable that now I've
    to surround myself with some lies just
    to make my heart not feel the pain and
    so that I can rest my eyelids.
    Life has changed so much that the person
    who always held the hands of truth now
    embraces happy lies so that she won't
    just curl in a corner of the room and spend
    the gloominess, crying.

    @the_moon_kid

    #night #paint #life #mirakee #start #wod

    @readwriteunite @writersnetwork @miraquill

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    I'm painting my nights with happy lies

    ©the_moon_kid

  • the_moon_kid 5w

    I've spent twilights dreaming about walking down the skyline with you towards a harbor which is probably elusive as I want to spend with you the maximum amount of time I breathe. With you, besides me, it's not that tough to walk on spinous path as I know, you would be there to heal my wound. My heart dances on the beat of your heart and somehow they get entangled amongst themselves. Some voids in between them, for us to fill in with extra warmth and trust, this journey with you has been nothing but a lesson for me to learn how two people can walk side by side forever, with intertwined fingers, palms touched, towards a dubious destination.
    On days, I would crave for you to narrate me some stories about yourself so that I could get to know you even more. On days, I would like you to play an acoustic cover on guitar and sing along with it. With you, I've learnt to live a little more than I was actually. With you, I learnt that if I don't love myself, I can't expect someone else to do so. With you, I learnt that true love does exists but it just awaits for the right person and indeed the right time. And when you, looked at me, I felt the universe noticed me.

    Singing to the rhythm of your sweet breathe, I make myself realise that falling in love with you was neither a mistake nor a choice but yes, it was destined.

    ~ @the_moon_kid

    #love #you #breathe #rhythm #poetryforyou #life #happiness #journeywithyou #togetherness #us

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    ~Rhythm of your breathe

    ©the_moon_kid

  • the_moon_kid 15w

    Songs :')

    It's beautiful when you're
    just surfing through some
    songs in a search of the
    perfect one that would
    portray the situation you're
    in and just like that, you find
    the one.
    That particular song, which
    has been dedicated to you
    by the person you love.
    On a starry night, when the
    moon was not at it's brightest
    but just to enlighten your world,
    that person gave you this song
    to make you smile, to make you
    feel loved.

    You close your eyes and think
    how much you're in love and
    a smile get pasted on your face.
    That person is still with you and
    makes you feel special, everyday.

    Yes, a song can indeed define
    feelings and love.

    ©the_moon_kid

  • the_moon_kid 16w

    A tinge of scarlet pink on her cheeks,
    her hairs swaying with the soft breeze,
    her fingers fidgeting with the bracelet on
    her hand,
    and her eyes searching for the person she
    gave her heart to.

    First date it was, the moment she spent
    waiting for his arrival not only gave a zoo
    of butterflies in her tummy but also a
    beautiful feeling in her heart which made
    her remember him more and about their
    new blossoming love :)

    ©the_moon_kid