I am tired
Of your memory
Of wet pillows
I go. JD
#WetPillows #DeepThoughts #WritingPrompts
I'll smile, every time I see you. Hoping that it will reactivate some old memories.
Because I don't believe one can forget that easy.
I'm a hoarder,
Of memories and treaties,
Only I have lived this one life,
Yet I am trapped in this soul,
A traveller under a thousand suns,
Tip toeing through desert sands.
I am taken back,
Night after night,
To the past,
Only when I did-fit,
Because I'm a mis-fit.
Who'll prolly not-fit.
Wrapped in droplets of tears does her love lie. Whenever they trickle down her eyes, they hurriedly reach her lips and breathtakingly touch her tongue leaving the salty taste in her mouth, reminding her of the days when she worried him saying, "I love you as much as I love salt."
- the new Melody
Idea of homework kept haunting my entire childhood...
Little I knew...there is no homework to resolves muddles of adulthood!!
Maybe u dunno me.. Lemme introduce myslef.. I'm daughter of the man who lost job and career mid 30s with two kids and wife landed to his home, only to be snubbed by all. His younger brother took away all the household amenities, even the plate i was eating food in; so that we don't survive there..
But the man, maintained the dignified silence.. Both, younger and elder brother told the entire clan not to help dad so that he runs back to Mumbai shelterless.. But instead of fighting, dad maintained silence and managed.. Yet, when he got his job back he bought the best of gifts for the kids of these brothers...
That's my upbringing....
After my Dad's demise we went through utter financial & m...
People collect memories and outside of the precious thoughts we keep, we treasure photographs, letters and other things sometimes forever. I used to have sentimental value of things given to me and I do not know if it's superstition that keeps them safe where I store them. They take up space wherever they are and I sometimes need that space for newer things. I don't like to keep things I don't need anymore but somehow I keep these mementos of happier days and painful times justified by a need to remind myself of what I've been through. Funny how keeping them means something when I have left them untouched in what seems like lifetimes ago. Is it the knowledge that these things are within arm's...
It wasn't deliberate
I was left with no choice...
What else could I do..?
We know what we know.
You know why.
You've made your bed now ..
We know what we know.
I remember you
Warmth inside me
"Oh baby, what fool let you go?"
"I don't want anyone else claiming my prize"
Running errands today
and I went to my old
neighbourhood and was
struck by the beauty
adjacent to the raw
and neglected places
It felt good to get a
bittersweet and mature
look all my empty spaces.
It's good and bad to hold memories,
As it captures the reality,
The joy and the pain. . .
Some gives happiness,
While some gives sadness,
It depends on the person,
What to hold on. . .
We know what we do
Everyone is different..
I'm something else
"He kicked that shell right off me", like he said he would
Always for you
"Be mine" ..?
"My hearts on fire"..!
He opens doors for me 😳..
The Carebear f****r backed out
But its ok..
You'll love this one..
You wanted to name my secret mole? Remember? 😳
Well your names tattood near by 😂😂😂
I can see that smile
It's worth it..
Yes Sir it is..
I am not a patient person. Growing up sheltered has made a large contribution to that dilemma. I certainly never had to wait and my world spun filled with magic. There was magic to getting things I wanted, needed or getting things done. At a drop of a hat, time and time again it was proven to me. Life was certainly good. Some people call that 'spoiled'. I beg to differ.
Young, curious and suspicious I paid a lot of attention. I learned that there was a price for everything. My needs were not material things. Those were given to me before I wanted them. Freedom to do what a normal child usually gets I could never have. My so-called privileged life subjected me to a full schedule of mandator...
Photo challenge ..
As a kid, I always enjoyed the peaceful sittings at the beachside..
That time where my young mind felt at peace as I stared at the water ..
Threw pebbles into the water with the hope that they would bouncetheirway to the otherside...
And saw the yellow supergiant drown into the mountain ..
I often wondered where it went .. perhaps the mountains were it's home ...perhaps giving us light and warmth was its job ..like my dad's
Everything was a mystery and unlnown ..
If that wouldn't make life interesting , what would ..
Now as I age and have got some of the questions figured out .
It doesn't feel the same anymore. ..
The childhood memories might sound stupid but one su...
In the dark
There was you
In my mind
In my heart
Every bit of you
Our endless talks
Till 5am in the morning
In my eyes
Those days were gone
And all I had to live with are
These weeks spent apart from you made me slowly forget that familiar face of yours. Looking at our pictures terrifies me as I slowly wonder who is that familiar stranger next to me. Why am I smiling so brightly next to him?
I am scared that I might thoroughly forget all about you and us.
You're the sound of silence i hear, when all i want is silence
And the silence becomes U
When all i want is U............
*hold it vertical for the doodle*
Three people Four plates
The friends still put one plate out
Rejoicing along their chum
Sharing it with his soul
The bond of friendship