When our hearts are shattered into pieces, we start to look for some diversions that could let us forget the pain that we felt inside.
We look for reasons not to fall in love again. We wait for that one person to fix us but unconsciously we are not waiting for him or her to fix us but to make us realize that our heart is not broken at all.
I am a hard son of a bitch, I am the worst person I know, addicted to the night, to play with lyrics and all the things that make me forget who I am.
Fear makes me dangerously stupid, a different definition of your boring normality, with this he affirmed that they are idiots and that I am writing it so they do not forget to forget it.
I've wasted too much time doing the right thing, I'm ready to be hated. Actually, it scares me that any of you can come to understand me, I suppose that when you have a fucking ideology, everything seems an incitement to hatred.
I am aware that it is time to rest all the demons of the subconscious in a privileged place of memory for when you nee...
É assim que se resume o meu amor por ti
Te observo horas a digitar
O telefone toca, é você.
Eu pergunto: O que está digitando? É um Bíblia?
Ele sorri e responde: Estava digitando as emoções de quando o teu corpo veio ao meu, porque foi pura poesia te ter nos meus braços e enxergar o caminho mais bonito dentro dos teus olhos e o gosto doce da tua boca. Sua pele macia me mostra a casa que eu sempre desejei morar, teu cheiro suave é como melodia para a minha alma faminta. E eu só te telefonei para ouvir tua voz nua e sem censura que não pode ser descrita e sim ouvida de todas as formas fazendo meu mundo crescer e florescer dentro de nós.
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I just know one thing now, that she used me to feel less broken. She used me for her entertainment. She used me to feel whole again. She just fuckin’ used me.
You should never fear the unknown,
even strangers often end up becoming the best of friends.
- Embrace the things that scare you. – James McInerney
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When you truly love yourself
you will take everything with the stride,
You will graciously accept yourself
just as you are,
without giving a damn about what people say about you.
Until that day,
take a step everyday towards loving yourself.
If anyone ever asked,
I wouldn’t know where to begin
when it comes to explaining us.
We never really had a proper beginning,
we were two lost souls
who found each other at the right time,
somewhere in the middle.
We have spent so long treading water,
playing catch up,
that my head and my heart are exhausted from the confusion.
However, if I know one thing to be true,
although we don’t have a beginning,
we will never have an end
– an end is final
and there is nothing final about us,
there never will be.
'What we have, we will always have' – James McInerney
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Don't figure me out.
I want to be a maze
That you like
Figuring out new paths,
Connecting older ones
You spent days discovering
So that you never get tired of me.
And when you think
You've probably reached the end
You're only starting all over again.
The rose against her cheek
Facing the winds mightiest
And in that moment
The rose begin to bloom
For she was it’s mother
For a mother, it was her nature
I think love is the single greatest idea, hope, invention, creation, drug and power ever conceived, imagined, and dreamed by man, woman, spirit, creature and god.
What other word could we ever say that about?
Ik raaste se chalte maine rang khooye
Duuje se chalte khoya mai rab,
pannon ne meri shyahi Khoi thi kabhi,
Yeh Waqt Mujhe khoyega kab....
This letter has been written by a brother of mine. It shall be his last write up here since he won't be to write anymore.
My Radha, My Innamorata
Life is such,
It's endless possibilities,
It's infinite dead ends.
The very hassle calms me,
To strive forward to those possibilities,
To break open those dead ends.
I wonder if the roads taken were the right one,
For I was told we have already decided which to take,
Our journey is basically the one of understanding.
I was shackled long ago,
But year back I found her,
Helping me break them.
I wanted to stay beside her,
But I couldn't keep my promise,
Guess my body won't be her stick or blanket.
The faith I had lost was brought back,
The edge ...
My presence carried me. I was tasting life. Walking down the concrete aisle, amongst lampposts that shedded ephemeral light, something the dissipating night was consuming as the cold breeze floated by. The November azure was washing away and all I was truly aware of was that alongwith the passage of time I was gulping down the scenic stream of liveliness and existence. A sense of purpose poked me, right in the chest and then my indulgence in wallowing was stirred by a demand of an answer which I let it pass. I belonged to myself. I belong to me. Can none desecrate my belongingness or shame me or my puny feet that meddle in the affairs of this worldly vision or cloudy dreams....
Because I don't understand my feelings until the ink glides across the paper. Because my thoughts are words that come pouring in from all directions with no actual structure or clear indication of their origins nor destinations without being laid in neat grammatical formats. Because the girls can be unkind and jealousy can ruin your manifestations. Because death seems like the comfort of an old friend when cloaked in lined notebook paper. Because my soul mate's heart cannot handle the weight of all my words like the thinnest sheet of paper can. Because every time I open my mouth to speak, I hear the thousands of voices that told me to be quiet. Because I feel more tolerated than accepted. Bec...
‘In Great Health ‘
A shadow lurks in the vicinity of my mind and at every seam that appears peering, it howls. I have traversed years and births to contain the sanity of it and I have been keeping up and doing good but the ephemeral derangement eventually finds its course back to where it had once begun. I feel like a lost poet who sincerely, but hastily, is trying to find his verses. I’m but in good and in great health.
Now, as I recite this anecdote as a raconteur, I’m soundly aware of the fact that every other being that’s awake for the night to pass is or has been going through the same. Somewhere at every aching and longing that embalms the dead purpose within, does the walker walks an...
Woh zaroor aaye honge behijab iss taraf, varna yuhi humare sheher main sard hawayein nahi chalti...
She was a mixture of light and darkness,
Of sweetness and coldness,
..... a mystery.
It was here, the light..
As of it touched my skin and disappeared,
before I could breathe it in..
And i've been chasing it eversince..
At the far end of the tunnel,
there's a light, luring everyone,
to run out of the dark..
But every step you take towards it,
takes you miles into the dark..
All you do is keep chasing it..
I don’t know if it’s love or punishment, the pain is growing day by day!
I don’t think there’s any solution.
My heartbeat is super slow and my face has almost lost all that glow.
Here I am, wanting to be with her..
And there she is, not giving a fuck.
Even if I die for her, she won’t care.
Nobody can hear me shouting, as I’m shouting within, and I’m weak now, wanting to cry but I can’t.
My arms are craving to hold her once.
Incomplete are my desires, and broken is my heart.
And she still has this big wall of insecurities and doubts.
Even if she thinks she’s winning! She’s just losing me.
I wish I could meet her once, talk to her once, just like old times. But she won’t dare.