In this simple dream, we call life, our bodies, our beings clinging to time, which we again lose in our pursuits of being whole, just to fit in, to love as we love, In this simple dream, we call life, we form melodies in our heads that comfort the sorrows, the sorrows which we initiated… Continue reading Returning
I want to write about you, and everything else around you. I want to write about how your face makes me complete, your sharp dark eyes steer me to a wondrous world. How your voice stills the waves inside me and brings my body to a stop, just so I could feel your presence entirely.… Continue reading I want to write about you
To be human, to be whole and sound and happy, is to love. I wonder why it is tailored for some not to say out loud how they want to be loved. It is disturbing that we fix ourselves, lurking behind curtains and resisting the truth that you should always let out the ways that… Continue reading Ways to love me.
Exercising free will and not confining myself to the normal situations, and settling for less is comforting me.I'm rewriting the way I view things and eliminating my expectations.This life ought to be lived fully.
The moon made it's way to its rightful territory as the horrors of the night crept in. The strong winds had ceased since dusk emerged and silence loomed, rather sluggish on that evening. Clouds parted the moon rays and blackened each moment the moon grew brighter. Trees stood still and the sounding of dropping leaves… Continue reading Tidings
Slowly disoriented, their body felt the decay as soon as it came to be of existence. Tears rendered themselves more worthy than the happiness that drew itself and stuck by them A series of bare thoughts manifested themselves, and as unwanted, they raged in the most uncomforting manner, just to fit in. Their body came… Continue reading When it strikes.
The little tantrums of my heart meddle with the flow of my emotions, they collide side by side as the heart soars on my chest skin. Little voices from afar make their way to my ears deep down they want to break me a whole. The voices lay out phrases and melodies that I, in… Continue reading Whim of fate.
Strings, weaves of emotions, flashes of anger and an overwhelming amount of thoughts, Fought their way inside of her. Sad melodies, straws of pain, unfiltered voices, rose like an angry volcano inside her head. Flashbacks, regrets, and self pitty, took up their unwanted space in her poor soul. This, this isn't how it was supposed… Continue reading Love? Pass.
I gifted him flowers he ought to have gifted me. I stood there before him, with the bouquet in my right hand behind my back, Making sure he wouldn't peek to see whatever I was concealing. Then I let out a few words, without filter, and not even rushing out of the door, I stood… Continue reading I gifted him flowers instead
The wind brushes through the leaves, then ceases at its own silent and slow pace. Birds chitter their way up into the sky and fade away as they hit miles and miles out. Afar, the sounding of the tiny crawling bugs on the ground depart my ears, as they attend to their many youngings .… Continue reading Stephanotis