Shhh... Shut up... Don't make promises that you can't keep up Mhmmm... Dress up... I'll be there in 25 to pick you up
Girl, I know that I'm no lover material But this shit I feel for you is oh so spiritual You're too fine... Aging like a fucking wine Draw the blinds... I'm planning to cross all the lines I know you're not mine... That's more than fine They say love is blind... And forever is just a second sometimes When the sun comes up, we'll go back battling our wars But rn, I just wanna kiss and love all of your scars
I don't think that I can fight all these feelings anymore Just let me love you tonight like there is no tomorrow
I see the light in your eyes Don't you lie, Don't let it die I may not be your first or last I'm okay with being found and lost With you beside me, time runs fast Girl, you make me forget the past You won't be there to catch me when l fall But that doesn't stop me from wanting it all
Sorry that I'm hard to understand But do you even try to? You think you know me well You think you know it all Why can't you just listen? Listen when I say... I don't even know myself Baby, I'm livin' in my head I don't like to plan ahead I'm just tryin' not to be dead When I give you my fake smiles Why do you take it? Is it easier that way? Choosing not to see what I'm hidin'... Hidin' behind it... I know that I get distant I'm way too scared of this commitment I'm not that into romance But I live for the moments Is it too hard to understand? I can't make any promises Can't trade my wings for your roses Sorry I can't give you my all I'm just not made for this love stuff But when I offer my best hug Why is it not enough?
Ig it's important to take a break. To stop moving. To stand still and observe the beauty that's placed around us. Then maybe, just maybe life won't suck this much.
We're so insignificant. Whatever we do, and whatever we are, all are gonna be forgotten. This life if it means something, I think it is to the person living it. No one else.
But we all are trained to live for others We are so afraid of shame.
We don't dance until we are good at it. We don't sing because someone said we sound like a frog. We don't cry because we don't wanna be pitied, etc.
But all this pretending, all this overthinking and worrying is not needed. No one gives a shit lol. Even the ones that talk, move on to another topic after 5 min. We're the ones who carry it till the end.
If we could say whatever comes to our mind and do whatever makes us happy, without affecting others, life would be good.
Anyways other people don’t perceive you the same way you perceive yourself. So it makes no sense to try to change for others.
There is this scared, lost, little boy. He acts strong whenever he feels someone's eyes on him. And he has been walking through this dark, vast, nothingness called life for 23 years now. There have been obstacles throughout. It's safe to say that he's pissed off and doesn't have much motivation to keep going.
And all his heart desires is to find a little girl, a few steps ahead or before him. Because learning there is someone who took the same path as him, and being able to cover the remaining distance with their company would make this shitty ride a lot easier. Or that's what he believes.
I know his chance of finding her is close to 0. But I don't dare to tell him that. It would shatter his little heart. It would suck out the little motivation he's left with.
Will he make it to the end? Will he find light or die searching for it? Is there a little girl in that world? If so, will they meet?
I guess we're like a set of eyes. We are complete on our own. But together, everything is much more wonderful. (At least for me lol) Though I can't see you, you're with me all the time. We're so close yet so far. Just like a set of eyes.
So many thank you I have to convey, that I am seriously at a loss of words. But still I will try.
Firstly @mirakee thanks for this beautiful app, truly a Writer's Paradise. Secondly @writersnetwork for all the nine reposts, each time it only motivated me to write better and more.
It was March 2019, when I started using this app on the recommendation of a friend, and the first post was "Aib Hazaron" which loosely translates to "A Thousand Flaws". I have deleted it now. But it was the first one and how excited I was to be getting around 5 likes for it!
I remember how I lost my shit when I received my first repost. I wondered how can someone find my post worth reposting? So thankful for those initial encouragements.
I only posted 7 poems that too very small ones, whole of 2019.
Then came the historic lockdown. So I picked up mirakee again. And started writing again. Initially I wrote for the Writing badges, and gradually achieved all six. It was a major motivation.
I used to read, with wide eyed wonder, those posts with 50 reposts or the posts getting WN reposts and PODs. It used to look like a dream, unreal and unachievable.
So the feeling when I received my first WN repost (March 2020) was INEFFABLE.
I still remember my shrieks when I received my first POD in August, 2020. With that I had achieved all this place had to offer as rewards for good writing.
Of late, I have stopped worrying about reposts and likes. I now write on topics close to my heart. On Feminism, Caste Discrimination and my LGBTQIA+ mates. And since I stopped fretting over these, I gained so many friends and sisters here. So many.
I also got a brother #kehta_hai_joker who taught me a lot through his life and words and even his passing away was so surreal, that he lit not only in me but in all those he talked to, a flame to keep reading and writing. Cheers to him!
In this journey I changed my pen name to HARFKAAR, which is one of the best moments I had here.
I used to think what would motivate me once I have achieved the POD, but the love you all give me is what keeps me running, pushing me to write, to tell about people who keep fighting despite limitations society puts on them.
Thanks of for the love, courage and support. I need it. And I am grateful, happy and humbled for all of that.
Because of the love and team work I did and still do so many collabs. They are my best posts. ___________________________________ Now I mention my friends who have helped me write better and stay here (tagged in comments).
There are non believers, the cynics, the broken hearted who've refused to accept they're broken. And go on living life with a tough exterior. The ones who hate fairy tales, who doubt prayers and ridicule the ones who live by fragile words like hope and faith. The ones who, over the years have allowed the world to settle on their soul... all it's apathy, cynicism and distrust. And now go on projecting the same onto anyone who speaks from a kinder place. In the mirror of the world, they see... what they hold within. A realisation of all their hatred and unrest, kind of self fulfilling prophecies. It's sad to see them fighting against their very being. Denouncing the light within. Because someone years ago, showed them... the night, and said... sun was a myth.