I know I talk less.. but yes I still love to here all your stories.. may be I share less things coz I think they doesn't matter to you, that doesn't mean I don't miss you.. I still love your and miss you the same way I used to...
bathe me in honey and milk,
soak my feet in a pool of your love,
drench my hair in coconut oil,
dress me in white silk,
pick white pearls by the beach for my neck,
and watch me unravel like a flower,
petal by petal...
tell me, what do you see?
The Indeterminate Me
I am not sure why do I like the sound of silence more than the sound of chaos.
I am not sure what escape do I find in this noise of the air around.
I am not sure if I enjoy the chaos of my thoughts or only trying to look away from the frenzy of voices.
I am not sure if I am trying to lose myself to this silence or only trying to find someone to share this, my type of noise with.
I am not sure if I am vulnerable or becoming only stronger for I can hear myself clearer now.
I am not sure if I will ever find my destiny here but all I wish is, it does not take away anything anymore for the upheaval of the world is done it enough.
To my favourite lost soul,
You might wonder, if this is about you. If you're able to relate to what I'm writing, then yes. This is about you. This is my first letter to you.
I was young. I was naïve. It's time I quit blaming others for what happened so many years ago, and own up to my part in it. Yes, it was the first major hit to my overinflated ego. But in search of something immaterial, I lost something significant.
And you came back. Honestly came as a surprise. So much had changed in the meanwhile. But not my feelings for you. Friendship, plain, uncloaked in anything fancy, yet the greatest thing ever, all the same.
You, on the other hand. It came as a shocker to me, to ...
आज लिखने को कलम उठता नही
जो पुकार रहे हैं उन्हें ढूंढ लू
आंखें बंद कर लू तो उजाला हो जाये
गुमराह राहों को मंज़िल दिलाने कहा जाऊ
के पाव जमे हैं ज़मीन पर
कल होगा सवेरा तो शाम की कहानी पूछ लेंगे
अभी रात की खामोशी में डूबें
घर से दूर कही चलें
समय की रेत से दूर
खामोशी की पनाह में
सर्दियों की शामों में
गुज़रे वक़्त की राहों में
सवालों के वजूद में
जवाबों के सायों से दूर
दिन के अंधेरे से दूर
स्याही की लहरों में
कल के टुकड़ों में
वक़्त के वीरानों से दूर
बूत बने इंसानो से दूर
किसी अनजान शहर में
मायनो की सहर में
Sentir un escalofrío al leer las noticias, todo lo que está pasando en este mundo...
Dios qué estamos haciendo? Ya no hay humanidad, nuestro planeta se está muriendo a pedacitos, tanta guerra, violencia familiar, maldad, egoísmo, soberbia... Es ahí cuando más deberíamos estar unidos. Por eso cada día valoro que hasta ahora no me hace falta nada pues gracias a DIOS todo lo tengo, el hogar donde vivo y con quienes vivo y el hecho de contar con personas maravillosas con las que sé que siempre están ahí para cuando las pueda necesitar! ☮
He hated breaks in conversations. That explains why he changed the Auto Backup time for his WhatsApp from 2 AM to 10 AM. She had successfully lured him to her, at least as far the timezone was concerned.
Cuando te conocí no pensé en el futuro, quise conocerte y arriesgarme
Cuando estuviste no pensé en lo fuimos ni en lo que seriamos, disfrutaba saberte mío y reconocerme tuya
Cuando te fuiste deje de pensar en el presente, en tu ausencia, me regale al pasado donde vivias y hui del futuro en que ya no te encontraría
The problem is, I'm just afraid to be accepted for the way I am because I want to be seen in a version that I deem perfect, the way I want the world to see me. I'm constantly fighting to be the way I want to be, with guarded thoughts and walls in place. It's exhausting and I'm tired, tired trying and I just want to be accepted as I am, I'm just contradictory that way. Lol.
I'm glad for all the distractions the world has to offer because sometimes all I want is "to be lost in something, to something.."
It started with a bang and whimper and ended with....?
Wait, it didn't end yet!
The process continues,
The pressure builds up.
It's like a sky with no boundaries
It's like getting baked perpetually in the oven stifling all those cries that would love to ooze out of every corner of heart
It seemed as delicious as the Keventer's Milk
But when relished it was as bad as the French fries kept confined in a tiffin box since the last 14 hours.
And what about the feelings?
Feelings appeared as shiny as the facadious glaze cakes available in market to be ordered for your child's first birthday or best friend's 21st
And what did the heart say finally?
It said everything looks good.... only for...
You did not break me down. You didn't even come close. You don't have that power. I am not a puppet whose strings can be manipulated by someone with a power trip gripped tight to their fingertips. That's not who I am. Take hold of your own heart until it turns tender and leave mine alone. You only have the ability to change your own heart. Remember that. My heart is better than it has ever been and I'm only thanking myself for that.
I never wanted your all time and attention but I wanted quality of time from you for us.
I never wanted to be short tempered and moody person but the time and situations made me so.
I was a tough woman but now I am becoming a fragile girl .
I don't know how much it takes to make a relationship successful but all I know is I have given whole of me to you.
I wanted to spend my time with you because time is never going to come back and if my death comes I don't want to feel empty rather the Jar of my life should be completely filled with love.
And I .......... ....... ......... .......... ............. ............
I came back to you.
I missed you. So much. I missed your touch, your sight, your cold presence. I missed your painful help. Your red marks on my mind. Your different perception about reality.
I tried to fight. You know? I tried to fight with necessity to be with you again. But... this evening was too bad for me. So I decided to not fighting anymore.
And we can be together again.
My dear addiction.
I used to live a life I once thought was as good as it can get. I used to believe I once knew what love was. God changed my path, he changed the way I viewed the world. Yet he never changed the ability for me to see the good in people. Every day passes by, I'm grateful to be able to wake up, early morning, late night, in the middle of my sleep and see you laying next to me. I knew I loved you when I was able to stare at you and see nothing else but you. I can see all your ambitions, all your dreams, everything that has built you to be the man you are. You have proven yourself to me over and over. Your love is nothing to question. Your loyalty, your kindness, You, are nothing to question. I r...
Sunshine sees into the darkest light. Gives the sanity of seeing what darkness holds. Only for the sane to close their eyes, to the insanity of what is seen. W.York
Miles apart or few distance away.....
My very promise to you is that.... I'll always stay
Someone who will look at u
As if they're gazing at the sun for the first time
Someone who would see your stroms and would prefer to calm them
rather than sit back and wait it out
Someone who will not entertain the thought of being with someone else
the way they would entertain the thought of not breathing for hours
Someone who will not inflict pain
rather ask you to endure it
Someone who is devoted to you with or without your presence and understands your silence and flaws.
Someone who will stay through your ups and downs
Without any questions and conditions..!!!
Growing up fatherless wasnt easy. What is a black man anyway? How am I supposed to walk? To talk? To dress? These are things Ive always wanted to ask my pop but I couldnt. Mama said he is off playing house and she hated him for it. Especially since he knew what it is like to be a fatherless kid. To be me. He doesnt claim me but to soothe his filthy conscious he drops off money every now and then. Is that all Im worth? A few dollar bills thrown my mama's way?