Considering the scary pattern from the past my greatest fear is that, deep inside I know you're too good for me. I wish to over come this complex gradually. You're a luxury that I'm addicted to...
I found a girl who stands in the corner and observes everyone.
The one who has a lot to say but hesitates to because she thinks no one is interested in listening.
It might appear as if she has low confidence but that’s really not the case .
It’s just sad that she has never met someone who truly understands her.
So she thinks it’s best that she keep her thoughts to herself.
But the gyres of thoughts that she has kept inside her has now started troubling her
And all she wishes for is a confidante.
I didn't see her color of
the skin to fall in the love,
I saw the purity of her heart to fall in love.
I'm just tired of everyone and everything
Just want to be left alone, in the silence
Don't pity me, for me being all by myself
It's what I choose, it's what I embrace
Don't offer me help, because I don't want it
I'm better off like this, keeping the peace
Resting my mind, and recovering my soul
Just let me be me, that's all what I need
I stand and I sit, I stand then Sit !
Trying to stop myself from falling into this Pit !
I preach that knowledge is Power !
But one life changing event can turn it all Sour !
The choices we make in life truly affect those around us !
I mean for fucking Christ sake you weren’t even driving a Bus !
Why were you even in that Lane ?
Don’t try to hide it, you are the only one to Blame !
Now I sit here powerless, hoping my father is Ok !
Never realizing this was how I was gonna end my Day !
They say heartache brings us closer to our souls
But why does the soul want me to suffocate
If a spirit is supposed to be free and careless
Then why does mine lock me up behind gates
If love is a beautiful thing, then I never had some
Because for me, love means heartache and to suffer
It means endless nights of tears and hurting
It doesn't brighten my soul, but it makes me tougher
I wouldn't say that the pain and ache was worth it
As the scars still linger deeply on my heart and soul
At least I'm still breathing and holding it together
Keeping my head above water, as the sea tries to swallow me whole
It's stopping my breath,
Telling me I shouldn't do it,
Or if I did what bad things could happen;
It is holding me in one place
And as I keep running in the same place,
I find myself underground,
Only my head above the solid cold grains.
I feel it stopping my breath.
I lose my vision,
As my head turns dizzy and heavy.
"I am supposed to move forward"
I scream at my darkly clothed fear.
"What are you screaming at me for?"
She readily retorts, looking down at me she says
"I am not the one who's stopping you."
- Ruchika Meshram
Llegué a mi límite
El Límite donde caminé muchas veces, donde cometí el error de quedarme a luchar por alguien que se fue hace tiempo. Alguien que ya no tiene el mínimo interés de hace dos semanas atrás. Límite donde quieres sentirte incluido hasta en sus dolores pero te excluyen porque ya tienen lo mismo de siempre sólo con una máscara nueva de supuesto cambio y amor.
Estoy en mi límite, donde se que si te elimino de mi vida lo más doloroso será el rechazo que le di a personas bellas que ya no podré recuperar más por retenerte.
En el límite de compañía y soledad, límite donde me gana la monotonía y prefiero continuar. No puedo luchar por alguien que ya no le importa si lo hago y tampoco ...
Don't wait for the things to be better. Life will always be complicated learn to be happy right now otherwise you'll run out of time.
What I'm writing here is a comment, an idea ... not meant to the end.
I believe that in life, in almost all aspects of life, it is going about expectations.
Which one to put on, and which one to fulfill.
Expectations to yourself.
To others ... to the world!
Even racism is an expectation.
The expectation that foreigners are bad.
Because they have a different culture / religion because they look different. Because they are foreign.
The racist expects:
Violent drug-selling rapists.
That's viciously harsh ... but that's the expectation of a racist.
And if you expect something like this, you resist it.
But how does such an expectation come?
Or how do general expectations ...
"When you are lonely and nothing to do, just love yourself .Everything will be fine, maybe not in a day but if with time..."
Sometimes, we just can't emote it right!
Creating misconceptions seems like a norm that the society imbibes!
Se seca un amor ...
Llora incansablemente ,grita con la almohada en la boca, eleva plegarias al que no ves que te abraza y espera...
El dolor , la herida ,la decepción se secara ...y aunque no entiendas como hay otro amanecer a tus ojos ,verás que el tiempo restaura tu ser y te amarás tanto que no queras sufrir una vez más por esa persona que te daño.
Y es allí donde se seca un amor pero renace el amor propio.
How many years was it? Since i last wrote in here? It must be years. I've forgotten about it but then there was an eclipse in my life. My heart, fragile and empty, predictably yearn for love, reassurance and it made me remember people who wrote kind and loving letters. I hope to witness such kindness again, i hope to be kind.
Someday, out of the blue
I hope you will return
A beautiful soul, so desolate, lost, wandering, searching for your destination.
You were ecstatic and blessed with victory in life.
The entire world bestowed love and blessings on you,
And you left suddenly without a word
I still cry, thinking about you...
I tried to convince myself by saying that it is a matter of feelings...
Doesn't seem to work!!!!
My heart still remembers your love for music...
It was stupid of me, to want to be your one and only love...
I am still at crossroads, trying very hard to forget you
I guess, it's impossible to forget you......
I am still here living without you, but still loving you....
The day she turned into a Peacock
She shook up all her feathers
And from the down that dared not speak
emerged amazing colors
When she turned into a peacock
She stretched her neck and grew
Saw things in a new perspective
from her lengthy royal blue
When she turned into a peacock
on her head emerged a crown
Only matched in vibrant beauty
by the long drag of her gown
The day she turned into a peacock
She leaped into the sky
Realizing her full potential
as she spread her wings to fly
When she turned into a peacock
She was no longer afraid
And as she sat down
on her tree-top-throne
was mistress of her fate.
like funeral roses,
black and crumbling
from the weight of your ghost
they sit in stagnant denial,
and dreams drowning
in their desolation,
and seeds strewn
a garden of heartache
for all the lonely people
(perhaps, then we’ll all be a little less lonely)
The Earth is stirring
As all the lonely people
Plan their evening
Of dinner for one
The arrival of another
Bearing flowers, gifts
And most especially,
#AllTheLonelyPeople #FebruaryFalls #BookTitleBPoetry