What You Drew
I need to lay my head
On your naked chest
Accompanied by the comfort
Of your blue sheets
I’m sorry for the stains I left there Between the plaid print covers
I wear your clothes now And wait for your return Since I can’t feel your touch, I resort to clothing that once belonged to you To provide warmth And protect my skin from the cold air
Until your return I will not feel safe Because in times of grave danger and distress Your arms are where I run to A sanctuary of goodness and relief to me And you are my favorite place to hide
With each joke I hear I find myself Pausing and looking to my side To hear your reaction And see your wholesome smile But then the sting of ...
Nothing in life is to be feared, it is only to be understood
- Marie Curie
But when your sweet distraction becomes your obsession and your worst enemy....
Life goes down the black hole and becomes pitch black.
This is the time to go back to the quote 'Nothing in life is to be feared, it is only to be understood'.
We learn from our experiences and aspire to reflect and become the greatest in our lives. For ourselves and for others. It might be the best worst distraction you ever had in your life but it is the one that brought in the most needed experience to make that imperative change in your life.
Let your life sing its own song, spread its wings and soar with pride!
I can give you my heart
with three conditions
Don't break it
Don't throw it
Don't pass it,
If you want to do something
then please keep it to yourself
for a few days and then see
The magic of the heart
Your heart will say
"Wherever this heart will go
I will be going with this heart
and never leaving this heart
because this heart is
who made me love and
this is the heart of my life.
काला पानी, काला मन
काली है ये रात
पार करके आना चाहूँ , तुझ तक
मैं ये समुन्दर सात
सोच रही हूँ कैसे निकलूँ
यहाँ, धुएँ की बारात
कह ना पाऊँगी तुझसे
कभी मैं यह बात
सब कुछ निछावर कर दूँ तुझ पे
दूँ प्यार भरी सौग़ात
पर डर लगता इस दुनिया से
काला पानी, काला मन
काली है ये रात ।
When I first saw you, I had never seen eyes that seemed so lonely.
I reached out to you and gave you my hand so boldly,
A man shaped by misery,
Shrouded in mystery,
Tucked behind a crowd and a smile,
Unravel his charm and he'll make it worth while.
Sometimes I question everything
Like why am I hated?
Why do I bother trying when all I do is annoy people?
Why have I lived this long when I shouldn't have?
I often think back to year 6 when I had the chance to end it all
Yet I didn't
What a shame
Since maybe if I had I could avoid being a nuisance a presence of disdain.
Or to the time in Turkey where I could have jumped of that building
I had so many opportunities yet I wasted it
Sorry for being alive for so long
For not dying
I know you hate me
I hate me too
But don't worry my time will come and maybe then you will finally smile at me.
Do you remember my name? And the fact that I loved to hear it in your voice. That occasionally when I called out to you, it was only so I could listen to you, say my name. That every time you called my name, I felt safe, I felt your assurance, I believed that you were around.
Are you around anymore? Will you not keep me safe? Will you not assure me that it's going to be alright, that whenever I would need you, you would lend me your hand?
Have you left already, moved on?
They sat opposite each other in a dim lit beautiful romantic restaurant.
Apart from the candle light, there was one more thing in between them. "Silence".
Not many words were spoken other than the taste of the food.
Even though they saw each other after days, the spark between them was lost. The silence between them was leading to the end of an era.
The hug at the end of the night was no more a, 'I miss you. Meet me soon' .
All it said without words was 'Goodbye'.
Henceforth, I just ask you to be with me. Because maybe, the only person I trust on with my feelings, is you. I apologize for complaining, for begging and for being angry at you. I learnt that we get what we deserve and never receive what we don't. So, no matter how much I wail, beg, offer or sacrifice what's not mine will never be mine. Henceforth Lord, I shall never ask for anything material for myself , maybe because I have no more wishes left also because I know it's just you who's will shall be done.
But just, stay with me. It's too dark here and I'm scared.
There is something empty, something missing inside me,
Just like the lock is missing its key.
Every night, I toss, I turn,
My sleep leaves, as my thoughts burn.
My heart chained in grief and sorrow,
Happiness is the only thing that I need to borrow.
I feel my stubborn emotions, rebelling to be let out,
But will anyone understand, is a thing they doubt.
My ears crave for silence,
All I want is someone who will understand my heart's chaotic violence.
Sickness, sickness you feel it in the air,
Look in his eyes, no wonder just despair,
He's just a broken man, hanging by a prayer.
To whoever loves me next,
I'm sorry if I'm afraid of you
or if days of flirting turn to
radio silence, without warning.
I'm sorry if I make you say the words
over and over and over until I believe them.
(I'm sorry if I don't believe them.)
I will probably spend more time
worrying about losing you than I spend
trying to keep you.
every single time I've ever thought
something was too good to be true,
I have been right.
I will know how to be vulnerable with you,
but I won't know how not to regret it.
And I have no idea how deep we'll be
into this relationship before I admit
I've never done this before.
Not in any way that counts.
Before I admit that I know
Ardo con mi fuego
Aunque miles de lluvias caigan sobre mí.
Porque aquí donde muero también nazco.
Porque aquí le sigo extrañando como que si fuese febrero.
Porque aquí le sigo amando con la misma intensidad que causa el dolor de su ausencia!
Worst kind of break-up's are those which are done with total understanding!
Says broken piece of Hindu's heart to Muslim.
- Vartika Prasad
After all of the tears
Collapsing in on themselves
Flooding and flooding until
S o m e h o w
There’s a calm after the storm
And the end is clear
Writing a poem,
In midst of people ,
Seems a funny irony.
It is the feeling,
Of hearing silence in the noise,
See darkness in the light,
Looking at stranger in group of friends,
A feeling so strange,
That it needed a poem
To express this.
~Not looking back ;
Unable to move forward ! ~
Amidst all the chaos ,
And her silent thoughts ,
She was deeply engrossed ,
In the battle she fought .
The mistakes she made ,
The time she overcame ,
Kept pulling her back ,
Hence, she couldn't move a step .
She was running ,
Trying to climb the hill,
The past kept coming ,
So she couldn't help but stand still.
Was the past her fault ?
Or is the present not gelling up with her !
Trust her , she is working hard to live the present ,
Yet her feet are chained by the past... @GC
Slowly forgetting what it feels like,
To be in pain;
Tears flowing down,
Slowly the pain,
Nonstop tears comes to an end,
The pain inside slowly subsides,
Anger slips away.
Slowly reality fades,
Into a distant memory;
Of us being together,
Of how happy we were,
Of the time we had and shared.
Slowly everything come to an end,
The memories we had,
The love once lived inside,
The moments we shared
That’s it, that’s all I can do.
They can only take action of what my voice wasn't assigned to.
As I breath daily, I think I can come out the purpose of something.
But now my weakness is that I cry for nothing.
I allow trails speed down my chin
Just because I have no traps to store them behind the lids.
The emotions on my smolder heart is my biggest weakness.
The things done hammered bruises over delicate areas.
The things its heard smothered with hot nicotine on the bruises until it became delirious.
I can cry at anything without any acceptable reason.
When can I freely recite what we say is wrong?
When can I isolate myself w...