A poetry ? ( Part 2/2 )
Writer : Sandesh Pandey
Genre : Fiction " Do I ? Or have I just got an interesting life? ",told myself and texted her back," thank you ". One by one she started talking about all those stories that I once owned to her, him, them and everyone that once brought smile on my face. "I wish if someone could write for me,
the way I wrote for everyone", tears slipped down through cheeks. "You write really well. With the ink of love, beautifully and passionately on the empty sheets of life you got", she texted. " Life? ",I texted back
She ensured her text correct and I took my time to look over that text. Each word in that text seemed as if it has understood things better than I ever could. I was still traumatized by the fact that how each people I wrote for, has left, had probably made my mind not to write for anyone anymore and there she was saying that how everything I write for other is decorating my own life. " Pick up my call ", received another text and my phone started ringing. I was talking to her for the first time but I felt I needed this call. "I know you too wish someone to write for you, understand your pain, heel it but have you ever seen someone writing on a book? You're like the poetry. You can't stop yourself being opened for anyone, people will read you, find there life relatable to your, and that's how you are going live for now and always ",I kept on listening, didn't speak a word and all she could listen was silence with beats of my presence.
A poetry? " It has been too late, you need to sleep now", ended her call. ( Check the link in bio. ) #pain#poem#poetrycommunity#poemsofinstagram#poetry#art#a#architecture#artist#workout#world#w#writting#writersofinstagram#writer#writersofinstagram#writerscommunity#bookstagram#book#b#stories#stories#s#smiles#smile#soul#solitude#love#lifequotes#live#lifequotes
A poetry? ( part 1/2 )
Writer : Sandesh Pandey
Genre : Fiction " All I needed was the love you gave,
all I needed for another day,
and all I ever knew, only you, only you.. ". It was one A.M. in the morning and I was still awake, wasn't able to sleep. Mom was there in the room beside mine and for a moment I thought of going near her and cry all the tears I could not pour out but again I realized that I didn't have any convincing answer to the question she'll ask except what actually there is.
The dim light in my room was making the aroma feels like everything is fading like how actually it is being. I was deep into the music with a loud noise, headset so that mom could not realize that I was still awake, aye I don't want her to take stress over me.
That night along with depression, I was being tortured by our memories too. The feelings that I wanted to grow deeper and stronger at the beginning started bemauling me every passing seconds when I realized that there's nothing more than a blind alley ahead for me. Probably I should not have gone for it but this time I decided not to care about ifs and buts and here I am bearing it's consequences. " Just stay and love ", I didn't realize how unknowingly to myself I managed to open her conversation history and started reading all those promises that we made once and how she just said a sorry to all my love I possessed to her, to all the priorities I owned to her, to all the memories we created together gently and patiently as if it could pay.
A message popped up," You write really well ". ( Check the link in bio. ) #pain#poem#poetrycommunity#poemsofinstagram#poetry#art#a#architecture#artist#workout#world#w#writting#writersofinstagram#writer#writersofinstagram#writerscommunity#bookstagram#book#b#stories#stories#s#smiles#smile#soul#solitude#love#lifequotes#live#lifequotes