Roots reach up
Veins spread across
Down and down
In to the earth
O' my roots !
Up in smoke
Seeds of persona
Sown in the sun
Beaten by rain
Stands as tree
O' my nature!
Dancing with the wind
Only when cut
Those who sow
do they reap
O' my reaper !
No mind of own
Taught by need
Old rules set in stone
Nurtured for listening
O my nurturer !
Obey shall you
Listen shall you
Then shall thy
A perfect crop!
It's like I've been wiped away.
I have been erased from cerything and everyone past .
I guess everyone knew it , I guess they could see I that woundnt last. They picked up their lives and moved on .
They wiped way the memories , the pictures and even the promises of I'll always love and be here for you .
They have wiped me away as if I never meant anything to them .
I sit in this room listing to the echos of sreaming voices in my mind .
Questioning my lifes choices,
We are here at for only a moment and then we disappear as quickly as a droplet of
water falling in the desert sands
After all these years..today you suddenly crossed my mind! And that made me come here and write again! I have no idea if you will ever get to read it. I don't even have any idea if you are here or not. But I have to write anyway, cause this is where we met.
Why after all these years? Well, maybe because I have grown up and realized that I should not have said those things in that way, should have respected your feelings. The last time we talked..almost 4 or 5 years ago maybe...during our last conversation, we both said some mean things to each other. All these could be avoided..if I were a bit more sensible. Well the truth is our friendship ended.
Everyone has a different path in li...
The more I listen you the more I became thirsty of your voice.
M -memories unlimited of our Are
Coming One by One
I - I & u are
S - StanDinG Still Together AnD
T - Turing All old pages of our life book
& searching The Place from where
R - RelaTeD moments of our Happy &
sad Times coming
Y - Yessss.... This is our mistry box....
Dear Miss j.
Do u remember -
Ur head was on my ♥ ....
One of my HaNd on ur waist .... Second was rolling fingers in your frizzy opeN hairs to recover ur worries...
was listening ur deep breathe so clear in my numb ears...
Pulling me too closer to ur breathe ...
I was Living u to underneath of my breathe ....
U were silent like a graveyard ...
As like My body is a grave of my soul ward..
Ur silence was growing deeper in my heart ♥, u didn't noticed but this feeling was so hard...
& suddenly my mom wake me up & dream break 💔 😟
Some memories are like
those stars, blurred ones
yet once in a while they
twinkle to show they still exist.
Just tell me, Do you sleep well enough in these days ?
Is their no one who can disturb your sleep & can irritate you like me ?
Who can call you anytime & request u for listen your childish voice & then crack nonsense jokes just to make you angry ?
Tell me nahh that ... you miss me ? A little bit ..!! Just a little bit ....!!!
. But I really miss you bachaa. Not a little bit, just A lot of ..... More then lot ... Really ....
My heart still flutters with the shortest glimpse of your visage within my sight.
There's a reason why you're the only man I called my Jaan.
Now I know why?
Because truly this heart has you engraved with each beat and its been restless since you've been gone for a long while now.
I made a square cut in the calendar, took out today, shredded it into pieces ,in the memory of us.
Life is full of loss
Yet still we soldier on,
Keeping our chin up
And holding our head high,
Though they are forever gone.
The meaning of it all escapes us when
we remember those lips
So warm and pressing
On our cold dry skin.
We lived this life without them
While they lived within us,
saw them every minute in our memory.
Lost our will to live.. lost our pride.
We sit on a park bench
Watching the world pass by,
Holding our head up high,
Though they are forever gone.
Still we soldier on.
I cannot sleep. My mind tirelessly treads through memories and sifts through carefully plucked words that will never pass through my lips. The world is in chaos....I feel it has finally caught up with me. Each moment brings it closer to my own sense of dread, the unrelenting pull of grief. I found myself in a great place of beauty and I questioned my mortality. As if I had been bestowed a wondrous gift, a severance package for my bereavement.
"What would you tell"
What would you tell your younger self,
When you find her crouching in a corner with fear,
When you see that she's devastated
And is having a breakdown,
And doesn't want to come out of that dark place she found.
What would you tell to comfort her,
To ensure her that dark places don't last forever,
That dark clouds don't last forever,
That misery doesn't last forever,
That maybe chocolate doesn't fix everything at all times,
But what is it that does.
What would you tell her to do,
To let her breathe again,
To let her smile again,
To let her have hope again,
To let her feel alive again.
Why don't you tell all that to yourself,
The next time you visit that dark ...
Pinky swear! All that was needed to keep secrets safe,
Now even thousands of locks and bolts cannot keep them hidden.
The f- word used to be a bad bad word,
But now, it flows as easily as a hii during a conversation.
Life meant all play and little work..Very little work
But now, it seems like we're the ones being played with.
I am in for a deep and thorough emotional change, one that will leave me restless for as long as answers aren’t found.
I made steps that will echo for a long time and must come to term with my own choices, however hard they might have been.
I feel like accepting I had been wrong all along. I am a fool and a loser .Anyone can cheat me with love and i will give anything for that.
I always make the worst choices and decisions. No one is ever going to do anything for me. There is no fairy tale prince just me .
you are there to prove me right and i breathe.
you will always be there to hold me. this is just a tough time and we will get through this and everything.
Every grain of my black soil holds a lifetime of my soul,
A fruitless seed still is the last thing that would grow in Me...
She wanted to yell, she wished to cry; but she knew it would not help her to loose her cool and get violent with him, while everyone around them were enjoying the moment. She closed her eyes and tried to loose herself in the Magician's music, trying to get her mind off of those hands that was violating her in the crowd.
An onlooker would guess them to a be a couple, who had come to a concert to have a good time; while, someone else would blame it on her, for going along with a male. After a couple of drinks, who would then save her!?
She tried several times to glare at him and throw away his hand from her hips or her chest, and place it on her shoulder, beyond which, she did not give him an...