The prisoner of my own desires,
I live as I die everyday
Draped in your memories.
So many memories...
So many hopes...
The memories outnumber the times... And reality has slowly been killing the hopes that were mine!
What was the point of it all?
Did you satisfy your curiosity,
Did you answer the questions you pondered?
जो पल कभी तुम्हारे साथ बिताए थे,
आज अकेले जी रहा हूं मैं,
जो प्यार किया था तुमसे कभी,
आज वही प्यार समेट रहा हूं मैं,
जो जिंदगी जी थी तुम्हारे साथ कभी,
आज वही जिंदगी छोड़ रहा हूं मैं।।
SKYLARK CHALLENGE 152
Words to be used
The crest reached the tideline to wash away the sandcastles and sand sculptures.
However, the little feet no longer were seen wading in the water on the beaches, no hands built castles and nobody sun bathed.
As the splashes in the amusement park were the newer ways to spend summer vacations.
You are everywhere,
In my words,
In my verses.
Like those beautiful
Golden leaves of autumn,
Are your memories in my life
Woven in and out of me.
"If you could let the pain of the past go
Of your soul
None of this is in your control
If you could only let your guard down
If you could learn to trust me somehow
I swear, that I won't let you go
If you could only let go your doubts
If you could just believe in me now
I swear, that I won't let you go
I won’t let you go
I'll always be by your side."
*Song lyrics - I won't let you go by Switchfoot
Remembering how much Switchfoot's songs inspired me in the phases of my life. ❤
Evening glistened in the descent
catching the glittering half-light
that still flickered on the horizon
and called to mind all the memoirs
of the dying stars now peeking out
and dotting the indigo canopy
that spreads in all directions
while we lie on our backs and stare
searching for virgin constellations
and wondering whose name it bore
or why we never made more wishes
for fear the sky might fall
while we laughed at the absurdity
of cows and spoons clearing the moon
and I would give just about anything
for a few more nights like that
where you were so close to me
when we were so young and free
when there was nothing like living
when tomorrow didn't matter
just tonight and right now
With a pencil she drew the melody that her heart marked in a low voice while her eyes reflected the world that wanted to live again...
with him ...
Stand with me up on the narrow
cliffs and take my hand. Maybe we will fly as sparrows,
In endless skies and clouds and suns.
Maybe one day all this bleeding will be secede
And our memories not forlorn, not
Left to fade and erode like water shapes canyons.
I hardly remember much of you anymore...
I hardly slept last night, but when I did, I had a dream that sumned up how I have been feeling of late: I was floating in something like a huge bathtub or sink, with water going down slowly into the drain, until there was just a whirlpool swirling and swirling, picking up speed, faster and faster, except that in this dream-drain it never ended, never fully emptied, just kept going and going and going, pulling at anything and everything within its grasp, and there I was on the periphery of the swirl, fighting like madness to not be swallowed, but being pulled in all the same, over and again, like some never-ending battle-royale, unrelenting, could never relax or give up, like it had gone on f...
Like an apparition from the mists
You came into my life
That first February
And after weeks of fits and starts
We took shape and form
In fullness and glory
You called me your Dionysus,
Told me to make you my Maenad
I was, and I did
And for nine months you were My Completeness
All silhouettes with no regrets, melting into each other
But when the end came you said nothing
Couldn't be bothered, I guess
Just faded away
Gone, gone, gone
Sem pedir desculpas
Sem dizer adeus
E pelo que se vê, me esqueceu por completo
Mas eu? eu? eu?
Nunca te esqueci
Nunca nos esqueci
“Thoughts” I guess
You don’t even care about me
I was just one more passing through
I know I was
Even though your mom adored me
You didn’t really want me there
Just one more
Just one more
No big deal
You’ve had them all before
But as much as I hate to admit it
You’re the name I check for in my story views
Every time I check my watch I check your time zone too
I still search for you sign when I read my horoscopes
And you don’t even think about me anymore
So why can’t I get you out of my head
You’ve moved on
And you’re still preoccupied
So why can’t I understand
You don’t mind where I’m going
Or what I’m doing
Or who I’m with
Because there’ll be more just like me
But better in ever...
I remember roads.
I remember afternoons
and boulevards turning dark.
I remember shoes.
Steps—their scratching sounds
on unsmoothed pavements;
hands holding and swinging while
I remember city lights
moving like fireflies.
I remember the smell of cigarette smoke.
I remember muffled beats from
I remember salt on fries,
and fries on sundae.
Yet, I can’t remember you.
Or, do I have something to remember,
or were you even there?
the wind blows...
but the leaves
have taught themselves
to let go.
As the wind loses
the leaves take rest
from their flight;
the immensity of the earth
they were once
attached to their stems.
The leaves shall breathe
their last ounces of colors,
and they shall return to
where they grew.
I haven't written to you in a long time. No, I have not forgotten you. Nor did I forget us. I've just withdrawn from anything and everything which even remotely reminds me of you. Is it bad, B? Because look at where I am right now. Running back to our thoughts, our memories, over and over again. Mine isn't a cry for help. Mine is a cry dreading oblivion. Yes, when Augustus Waters said that, of all things, he fears oblivion, I kinda got it for I fear the same. Do you not remember things? Was moving on easy for you? I'm assuming, it was not but I had to ask.
Then how did you put our story to rest?
When you said
That you'd keep me
In your heart forever
I believed you
Because I was always
By the softness in delivery
Of your black velvet lies
Yet now all I have left
To comfort me
Are the memories
Of my naivety from a time
When what I really needed
Was white satin honesty. JD
*All In The Delivery*
#KeepMeInYourHeart #BrokenHearts #WordPrompts
#BlackVelvetLies #AugustFalls #PoetryChallenge
#memories #AugustLoveHeals #WritingPrompts
Buried in the depths of heart
There lay a memory
Nonchalant and forgotten
Laden with specks of dust
— of you and me being one.
Darling, it’s been long...
Let’s sit together for a while
No hours, no days, few moments
Together in silence
Will wipe that dust off.
Would you? Sit with me?
The breaths felt heavy as the sun drowned behind the mountains, to kiss the horizon once again after the moon had flirted with and embraced the stars after a night.
The stars shined bright and casted the light to my eyes, their image distorted by the curvature of a bottle that lay abandoned in front of me.
The bottle had glitters floating in the vacuum inside it.
Little did I know, in this brief period of musing that I was captivated in, the night wasn't going to leave me any less befuddled.
And there was life's wile for me, lying in a bottle. The bottle of memories.
The thundering breezes suddenly fainted to witness a broken heart get sloshed in memories. The stars shimmered to fix ...
कुछ दोस्त घुमक्कड़
कोई हो ना हो ज़िन्दगी मे आज मेरे पास
फिर भी बहुत याद आते है अब भी वो घुमक्कड़ दोस्त।।
वो था एक ,जिसे बस कुछ पल ही उधारी के मिलते थे, दिन भर पड़ने के बाद,
क़ैद से हो आज़ाद बस भागते थे तब, सर्द शामो मे जमी हुई कोक पिया करते थे ।
वो दस दस मिनट का ही था तब हम दोनो का साथ, वो पल आज भी याद रहते है।
कुछ ऐसे भी तब घुमक्कड़ दोस्त हुआ करते थे।।
उसको याद नही करना जिसे हम कभी भुला ना सके,
हर बारिश बस मेरी खुशी की खातिर , निकल पड़ते थे बिना छाते के जानबूझकर चले जाते थे सड़को पर और घंटो भीगते थे ।
घर आकर वो चादर मे सिमट जाता था, मेरे उदास चेहरे को देख,
कानो मे धीमे से कह जाता था कि क्या हुआ जो थोड़ी देर हू मैं...
You sit on a gloomy day holding this sense of nothingness in your arms. You embark an illusion and mistake it for calmness without realizing that nothingness is about everything but calmness, it's a rush, a storm, a chaos. Lingers between being nothing to being everything unknown. It rises like a high tide swallowing every inch of light. Leaving you with your darkest self.
And you wonder, where did I lose it?!