Wanting to be free
Yet stay in the same place.
I’m a cliche and a joke.
My mind is broken and so is my heart.
Craving healing but not knowing how to live healed.
Constantly thinking it was my fault
Wondering what I could have done
Never thought you’d break my heart
I’ve now become so numb
Scared to open up
To someone new
Will they hurt
There are smiles which you hide
There are smiles which you prejudice
And there are just smiles.
Trust me the last one is the best.
We haven’t spoken in 2 years.
But not a day goes by that something triggers me to a memory with you.
This pain has only grown with time.
It may be a part lie,
Or all lies,
Or the truth.
They could be rich or poor,
No matter for now,
We are wise,
The truth will always appears.
Fingerless work of an incredibly talented blind man.
Swirls and splashes,
Green, purple, pink, yellow.
Abstract design telling a different story,
For every person who personalizes it.
He, who shed the tears,
Can only remember the torture of every Mark.
हमने महफ़िलो को यू ही ज़िक्र नहीं बेचा
जो संभल न सका फिक्र
हमसे उनका अतरंग ही कुछ ऐसा है
पर खुमार इंसानियत का यू चढ़ा है
सुलगते ख्वाब इनायत से धुआँ है
वो शहद सा सवेरा मेरा भी होता
जो संभल न सका लफ़्ज सबके इल्म का
फिर हम भी न बेचते रूह को अपने
और खुद को हर्फ़ हर्फ़ न लिखा होता
Life’s so unpredictable you come across a stranger, and before you know that stranger becomes your everything.
Never loss hope everything happens for a reason. Always be thankful for what you have and those you don’t have because if you don’t. It means that was never meant for you.!
You are the Symphony that rings a chord with my happiness.
Your morning pings drives the adrenaline in me to the fullest.
Your pocessivenes is the one that caught my attention in you.
The Snaps on the social platforms gives me rings and generates the intimacy that I wanna kiss you.
It's very evident through those Telepathic signs that you are very well thinking about.
My dear the girl of my dreams and the queen of my love I just can't stop looking forward for more.
Seeing couples around the block of the social world in this pandemic times I feel like getting cozy with you.
Want to probe into the pleasures of having a we time thats with you to those exotic locations that has the fanciness of t...
Four three two one zero. In this order the reality of our friendship ends, not even leaving me with number one!.
just me with an emptiness zero, which now I really appreciate more than ever, because through it I learn about my empty self and how to except the fact that you are vast and there are no limits and lines to divide you or cuts you in halves, only to be a whole and complete.
Not fearing to lose anything that isn’t yours in the first place, only the ones and the things that are really meant for you will blend in you without any trivial excuses or Unbearable explains.
Love can go full circle sometimes,
& pain can be just a step behind.
We started as friends, then had some fun, & then I showed emotion while intoxicated.
My head & heart were not connected, as my heart was opening but my mind stayed closed.
I was still in too much pain & closed myself off from the world. Why couldn’t someone love me? Was I not good looking enough?
Not charming enough? Not funny enough? Or was it my job title?
The chemistry I had felt was infectious, but she only saw me as a friend.
Then I closed myself off emotionally & spiraled. I’m sorry you caught that end of the stick.
You deserved better, & I always pushed you away when you got close.
From the bottom of my...
Should drift away
But I cannot
Seem to go
As the current
Keeps pulling me
And its force
Is far too strong
To fight. JD
#DriftAway #MoonMystic daily prompts
~Leeme cuando tengas un mal día~
Aún recuerdo el día que llegaste a mi vida , tú sin avisar y yo sin sospecharlo , una conversación que llegó sorpresiva como un choque de autos, desde entonces me gusta pensar que existen accidentes bonitos, quien me iba a decir que con el tiempo, al abrazarte la vida se iba a sentir menos trágica, un poco menos gris , se iba a llenar de color por un instante, y por eso te quiero y debo decir que no vale la pena quererte , y no me mal entiendas, es que quererte no significa ninguna pena para mi, porque vales el tiempo, la alegría y la paz que haces sentir, y aunque aún no se cómo arreglar mi vida, ni la tuya, puedo quedarme a hacerte compañía hasta que lo de...
All I ever wanted
was to know you..
Your pet peeves & daydreams,
Your scars & sadly, your intoxicated extremes.
But, you ran way too fast
for me. I couldn’t keep up.
“Slow down!” I’d yell.
Running faster & faster towards my glorious hell.
In love I had fell.
Skinned knees & a dirty dress.
Nonetheless, I gave my best.
Unaccepting that you’ll always choose liquor over me.
Unanswered calls in the dark,
And what’s left of my naive heart, leaves me feeling cheaper than your bottle of Seagrams meaning you must’ve been just a reason or a season.
Writing is living
Talking to the paper
Hello world ! Here I am
Without guile or airs
“Naked as a Jay Bird “,
My mother used to say
As if other birds wore clothes.
Raw as a slab of beef ,
Rare as a passion fruit
Yes it’s me.. not beautiful
Just unique, alive, surviving to fight
The pursuit of happiness is simple. Grow the spirit, this is where the work is done. This is where the body must acquiesce.
Do not allow yourself
to become lost
to negative thoughts.
You are not alone
in your level of thinking.
Things might seem impossible right now
but finding your voice
and asking for help
is the first step
on the road to recovery.
- James McInerney
Instagram / Twitter @millsmc07
All through our life, everything keeps changing,
The only constant in us
is our personality.
The character roles we play
differs but the essence of man behind doesn't .
It is the one thing we build for ourselves and is ours.
It is what sees the end and beyond.
The key is shaping it with all the goodness we could muster.
Many a times, being good and doing good seems to fail us.
Happiness may not come easy.
But, look at the strength of you, that survived it all.
Being good doesn't mean we fail, it means we sustain and make peace.
Summer is almost over and 2020 is almost over. "Please wear your mask😷" has become something normal to hear in the streets. Would we ever go back to normal? But what is normal?
MY MOTHER WAS A BUTTERFLY
She was a butterfly,
Without her wings, she flew,
She lacked the silky, black and orange adornment,
But, her Beauty was equal and true,
From here to there, she fluttered,
As if the ground did not exist,
Our time with her was momentary,
Short and sweet, it was,
To catch a glimpse of her,
In her fleeting flight,
Was, wonderous, an extraordinary sight,
Spirit full of freedom,
From emergence, of the cocoon,
In her world there were no ceilings,
There were no walls, to bind,
She fluttered, and mingled in crowds of her like kind,
And traveled through the day, as if she magically avoided the chains of time,
There are many, that seem perfectly the same as her,
But none cou...
Skylark Challenge 3
Things I have gained
My balcony has one chair.
I think this isn't fair.
It was supposed to be two.
Looks like my sky isn't Blue.
The storm is here.
I don't have fear.
I like the wind.
I have not sinned.
There is no need to fall
I have had it all.
I have everything to gain.
Just a little bit of pain.
I sit on this chair.
Storm is trying to scare.
It has started to rain.
The thunder is insane.
I love it to the core.
I just want it more.
I am the drenched one
Letting it out until I'm done.
So happily enjoying the storm.
I am now in full form.
This Storm has got me trained.
For the things that I have gained.
SIGNALS OF LIFE
Topic : Write a TEDx Talk of your own.
Tag to be used : SIGNAL
Comment below once you post your letter.
You all must have seen a TED talk or TEDx talk sometime in your life. Imagine YOU are invited to one such event. All you need to do, is to write your own powerful experience, that you would like to share with the world. In this way, you take a moment of pause in your life, reflect on your own experiences, and then move forward again filled with energy and enthusiasm.
How does it help others ?
At times we tend to learn from experiences from other people. Because they hav...
Outside : A musing
I was afraid to open my window which was closed since long enough. I was comfortable in my own space without any foreign air sprinting inwards. I was afraid, that the dust that covered my table won't look pretty anymore. I was afraid of the change.
And then, a storm broke the glasses of my windows, it rushed in and created a mess. As if it changed everything. But now that every shattered piece of glass was on the floor and I was unwilling to clean it up, somehow I gathered my strength and started cleaning all the mess bit by bit every passing hour.
I got tired and I slept. I had a sound dreamless sleep finally after so long. When...
We are creatures of habit. We stick to our daily routine yet sometimes things don’t end up the way we intend them to. No matter how carefully we plan everything, life still gets in the way. But as the resilient beings that we are, we adjust, we adapt and we compromise. We move forward carrying this heavy load, and then we thrive.
The taste of purple : A short story
I was a kid, rather a chubby kid. I guess about 6 year old. It was first day of school and I was early enough to occupy the first bench. The next day I saw a boy sitting at my place and I told him to sit somewhere else. To me, as a kid, it was MY place. How could someone else take it away from me ?
But he did not listen, he hit me in my stomach. I hit him on his face and that is how we started fighting. But then something happened. His leg slipped and he fell on the floor hitting his head on the table before falling. Moments later there was a clear bump on his forehead and it had turned blue.
A flock of starlings,
Descend clumsily to eat,
Fledglings learning fast.
~ Soaring Skylark
Challenge number 6 set by Sweedle:
"Look out of the window and write a Hiaku poem about what you see, smell, feel, taste."
She's a beautiful dreamer with eyes like an angel
A body to die for and a mind just like mine.
She keeps all her thoughts and dreams in a journal
The passion she writes with keeps growing with time.
Sometimes her dreams are playful and vivid
Sometimes her thoughts are scary and dark.
I wish I could be there to help and to heal her
And put back together her sad, broken heart.
If she just lets me in and gives me her trust
I'll hold her together and keep her from breaking.
I've already fallen for her beauty and charm
My mind and my body are hers for the taking.
So my dream girl exists I've finally found her
Scarred and beaten but a spirit unbroken.
She dreams about leaving this world with a ba...
Dear people of the world,
We are all butterflies unable to see our own beauty. Only others can truly see it. If people say you are not beautiful they are the caterpillars who do not see the beauty you posses, only your strangeness in how different you are. That does not mean that your beauty is nonexistent, only that they focus on how you are different and not the beauty and color of your wings.
Love from Ashlee Grace B.
There are three people standing on the top of a mountain. This mountain overlooks humanity and its entirety. They can see time pass, from the cavemen to the astronauts that went to the moon, to the scientist today curing cancer. One of them looks up at the sky and says: "Breathtaking." The only girl of the three tilts her head up too and sighs lightly. She closes her eyes and searches blindly for a hand of the second man. Their hands intertwine and she guides his body closer to her. Finally the last one of the trio aims his eyes at the sky too. There they are, three people, on the top of a mountain, having the possibility to see humanity and its entirety, yet choosing to look at the sky. They...
Forgiveness is a two-way street: whenever we forgive someone, we are also forgiving ourselves.
That air of intimidation blew me over.
The evening grew duskier. My Roman antique clock tick tocked.
The tenor turned cold. My phone kept ringing like one fire alarm. I ignored.
I ran down the staircase, only to be found alone in my home. I panicked.
There was a letter on the diners table. And it read just what happened above. The same lines written down neatly with no signature. I flipped it over. It was plain. Trembled was I.
I opened the door of my store room. The room was organized, like one cleaned up crime scene. But the pungency was hard to ignore.
I blocked my nose and walked further, into the corner of the room. She was there, waiting for me. Lifeless.
You've caught me.
In your bouquet of roses.
In your dance of passion.
In your old French songs.
I smell the roses,
I dance to your song of love.
I smile at the thought of you.
You've caught me.
Please don't give up.
Please don't quit.
Please keep trying.
I know it can be difficult.
I know it can be painful.
But don't give up.
I'm here for you.
At first when I was very very young, I was told that a home is a building you live in. A building made of bricks and cement and doors and windows.
So I loved mine with all my heart. Decorated the walls and the windows with little drawings and stuff. But then one day, I had to leave that house.
As I grew older, I realised that a house becomes a home because of the people who live in it. The memories they create there. The walls and the windows and the doors become witnesses to those memories as they are created, remembered and relived over the years.
So I decided to make a human being my home. For some time it was wonderful. But I always slept with one eye open. There w...
people with broken heart & the ones who tend to break,
His Love Is Accumulating Dust On My Heart. It's piling up. He who walks into my life first decides to run his finger over it. It's hell, hopeless & disappointing when the dust sticks to him & he wipes it off. Even my tears are unable to wash it off.
Loneliness creeps in like a black, disgusting devil but I've rose from the grave, dug in the way of underworld. I'm able to battle with him!
With his love,