I fell too deep
and broke my bones,
I heard the sound of promises
ricocheting across the chamber,
returning with echoes of an infamous past
I felt an old friend, march up my arm,
tear my ribs till he found his prey,
writhing it, one beat at a time.
Creepers sprouted from the
crevices of the glacial walls
adamant on my wrists and ankles,
twirling to the sounds of
Chopin' Funeral March.
My mouth hung low, quietly swallowed
the answers best served cold.
I saw the light, slowly flicked from my view
as I gazed up at her melancholic eyes.
He threw me a lasso and stretched out his hand,
his tear stained my bereft cheek.
Trampled beneath the debris of his sobs,
what ached was not the fall,
not the darkness, not the gnawing death.
But finding him at the edge,
and realising how he never fell for me.
I just wish to sow a few
seeds of my words.
Not much, but just enough so I can nourish them with the tears shed
while harvesting the hope, amidst the storms and thunders.
One word a day, in the plantation,
so the plants grow into trees, consuming light.
I wish to create a beautiful garden,
where a tired soul could
stop by under the shade of words
hanging on the trees of hope
to find some peace, and continue
the journey after a brief halt,
renewed with a fresh hope.
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Waving at the infinity of sky with cold and sweaty fingers when the sun would hide behind the neighbour's roof,
It seems like a captivating picturesque slideshow.
I used to see nature painted on canvas and thought these scenarios don't exist for real.
In cities wherever my sight could reach, there were obstructions made of bricks and boundaries.
I thought nature's beauty can be seen in animations made by some Windows software application. But it appears to be real, not virtual.
It's more captivating than the high definition wallpaper of your phone screen. I can feel its realness, as I can feel your hands clenching my cold palm. I feel the friction of our hands holding each others'. The soothing chill in my pores as the sweat beads evaporate in the air as we draw lines in the infinite board over our head. My skin gleams like hot copper in the last rays of the sun, with a smile that your presence gifts me.
And my messy hair falling over your face, with the action of the wind; and your failed attempts to keep them at one place,
These moments, cannot be captured, they can just be felt.
More than moments, they are memories filled with infinite feelings.
"A TREE OF STEEL"
Let's talk about it. This place and this picture.
The colours, aren't they amazingly attractive? And the Architecture, how about it?
Beautifully designed. But my concern is a lot more than just this well designed section of a metro station.
I am a nature lover. Maybe because I am living in the doon valley since years or maybe because I was born with it. But the fact is, it's in me. Forever.
I always fall for this lush green color but today it was kind of different. This is the first time I came to Delhi, all alone. I was about to meet my brother at Huda City Centre Metro Station when I saw this.
As usual, the green stole my attention but only to add in my fascination, my mind perceived this design as a tree. It was similar to a tree, had branches of steel and people were sitting under it. That's when I realized this is our future or even is the future of many people who live in metro cities like Delhi. The trees without leaves but with steel coloured in green. The trees without oxygen but with wifi.
The tree without roots and without fruits. The tree without life.
How we, as humans have developed this thing called adaptation in a total different manner that we designed tree like structure with green on it. All I wonder is when we, as humans, will use our brains and understand that it's not about the green color and shade but about the tree and what it's made. - अditi
PC - Me
Location - Huda City Centre Metro Station
I listen to the thumping screams of my heart, when I accidentally see you at places where we exchanged those stolen glances, and half smiles; still smiling like an idiot, remembering the way you slowly used to hold my hand, whispering, "I missed you", and making it real quick, for people to not notice me blushing.
That moment it becomes hard for me to believe that you deceived me, after all your words that were warmly swathe in your eyes. I somehow console myself saying, "It's okay, I know when moments are new to your heart, they often appear like a fairytale, but reality check: I'm no Cinderella, and this isn't the story of my lost shoe."
I sometimes wish to go back in time when deep settled silences were heavy, and breath was slow, where I could imagine your bright eyes looking at me passionately; but no matter how much I envisage myself with you, you have broken my heart, and I still try to gather those broken pieces to settle down clutching the memories you have left behind, even if they pierce through my broken heart, making every inch of the stitches more withered.
After all, replaying the freshest memories before they fade away and become indiscernible haze, is better than burning the place where you live.
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बड़ी बेबस होती है जब रात ख़ामोशी से चीख़ती है "
रात के अँधेरे में मुझसे जब कुछ टकराया था
भद्दी बदबू इक मेरे नथुनों में जब मैंने पाया था
कुछ चीख़ने को हलक़ मेरा बड़ा ही बेताब था
पर शायद ज्यादा ताकतवर वो फौलादी हाथ था
तड़फड़ाती सी ज़िस्म के उस खोखले पिंजरे को
उस रोज़ किसी ने अपना माक़ूल हवस बनाया था
इक साया डोल रहा था मिट्टी की दहलीज़ पर
शिकार जैसे अपने शिकारी के चंगुल में आया था
तफ़सील से जो रात गहरी ना हुयी थी उस रात
मुद्दत की जख़्म वाले अहसास को तब जगाया था
बेबस सा आज तक है नासूर वो बिल्कुल हरा सा
उस रात रूह के कमरे में जिसे वो क़ैद कर आया था
हाँ कुछ बेहद गहरे हर इक क़तरे तक चीर गया था
चोट भी ना दिखी कभी ऐसे निशान छोड़ आया था
जिससे रूह फ़ना हुयी थी अस्मत की बेबस रात में
अल सुबह हाथ उसका मोहब्बत से माथे पर पाया था
चीख़ उठी कुछ ख़ामोशी मेरी ,बगावत कर उठी तहज़ीब
" उठ जा ना मेरी बच्ची " कहकर जब उसने जगाया था
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Every person is a book and they all have stories. Some people are books with love stories. They are stories of two people who fall in love with each other. Those are good books, the kinds that get bought, and are loved and shared. The ones which bring peace.
There are people on the other side too, the ones who can be called sad stories. What about them? The ones with a one sided love story, those who love someone who will never love them back? What happens to them? Well, they have a story, a true love story. It's a story about sadness, anger, betrayal, abandonment, pain, and depression.
Not every love story has people who reciprocate the same love, some are only felt by one while the another has no clue about it. The feelings can't be displayed in front of the person with the fear of either losing the person forever, or changing the definition of their relationship, from being 'friends' to 'known strangers.'
These fears of losing the loved one, are the fears that destroy a person the most. When you know they won't love you back, but you still love them with all your heart; it kills you from inside. There's always a hope, even when you know that the miracle is not going to take place. You start being loyal, a good person to them, you come to a place where you can't hurt them at all. And if you see them hurt, you can do anything to make them smile, you can even hurt yourself. Yes, you bring yourself to that urge. But, it can't be helped, because, 'it's real and you can't walk off.'
You just can't, because of all the experiences you've had, have taught you that the one who leaves, the one who quits, never really returns. And somehow you don't want to be that person in this most defeaning case.
There are times when you feel drenched with untimely floods of guilt and regret of not expressing what you must have, but then, life pats on your back, asking you for another chance to stay with you; inside you. You control your emotions, and don't let them sink for another life, when things start turning faces against you. The person whom you once loved more than your own life, rather making them yours, life changes direction. (continued in comments)
Ever since I've been a teen I've been horribly self conscious of my figure. I would put myself down over having a thin torso and no mass compared to other women in media. I'd think that once I hit puberty I would somehow suddenly get super curvy and all of it would be fixed. But I've realised that that's not going to happen like a miracle, and that's completely fine. It's not a bad thing at all, I don't want to change this anymore. I am comfortable in my own skin, and my confidence should be sexier than my body.
The important thing is that bodies will always look different from different angles. Don't let bad photos make you hate your body, because everyone has these bad photos, most people just don't show them.
Tummies are designed to have fat on them, and some are deposited with lesser fat, it's there to protect your internal organs, never let a big tummy upset you or a flat one make your thoughts ugly. They are changing and that's completely normal.
I don't think there is anything wrong with people body shaming me as skinny anymore, it's my body, and I love this body and thank it for functioning and keeping me alive.
I feel sometimes we as humans get too caught up in looking good when we should be happy that we have a body that is capable of doing so much. Instead of hating that your body looks a certain way, thank it for functioning and keeping you alive. You only have one body, it's much harder going through life hating it rather than appreciating it for all the incredible things it does.
Your body does not define your worth as a person. You look absolutely amazing the way you are, from all angles, at all times of the day. –"We need to believe in our body. We need to love it just enough. I now love my body. Do you?" #bodypositive
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*A letter from Sunset to Sunrise*
I wish I could meet you someday,
early morning over a warm cup of tea
Just one old man,
Wanting to ask a young boy like you,
What exactly does it feel to be you?
I was once there, but now memory has dimmed.
How beautiful are the sunflowers, can you tell me please?! I would have asked
to throw some light
in my garden
so I can watch kids play
By the time I arrive, it's usually time for them to go home.
I would have told you to warm my bones.
Then take me to a phone.
Would have made a call to the west,
and told them I shall be late. 'I am with Sunrise, it's an unsual date'
But that ain't going to happen.
Cuddling in blankets I can only dream,
of warm breakfast tea, with just you and me. °
° * A letter from Sunrise to Sunset* ~
I wish I could meet you someday.
When all work is done, over some cookies and cool lemonade.
Just one tired young man
Wanting to ask
A wise old man like you
What exactly does it feel to be you?
I will be there too one day,
but patience is something I barely know.
How beautiful are the fireflies tell me please?! I would have asked
to give me some shade
in my garden so I can catch some sleep.
By the time I arrive, the kids start to play;
keeping me awake all day.
I would have told you hide me in your darkness.
Then took you to a phone
asked you to make a call to the east
and tell them I shall be late for work 'I am with sunset, do not disturb.' But that ain't going to happen.
Sweating in heat, I can only dream,
of cookies and cool lemonade, with just you and me. °
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You ask me, "Are you fine?" I say "Yes, I am fine"
But what stays unsaid between us, is this.
Yes, I am fine.
As fine as the thinest pasta sheet that feels the pressure of being perfect, extending and oppressed under the rolling pin; no choice to break, no option to crack, just go with the flow. Fermented over time, to become tough, has transformed itself from just water and dough.
As fine as doctor’s needle that innocently pricks, to get just few drops of blood, to make you well. Ironically in how many days you may die, also lies on its tiny shoulders to tell.
As fine as the sand that sieves through the gaps of your fingers, as you simply let it flow. As in silently screams 'Don't let me go!
Don't let me go!
Don't let me go!' As fine as the thin silk thread that is delicate and pretty yet strong; so strong that it is sewed and pulled and cut and knotted, without any compassion. It won’t break but it feels the pain, pain that then becomes the new fashion.
As fine as the strings of water of a waterfall, frozen mid way, looking mesmersing to the eyes unaware of its stalled suicidal plans.
As fine as the delicate, beautiful, colourful wings of a butterfly, that can disintegrate under the softest touch of tiniest hands.
As fine as the ray of light at the end of a tunnel, when that end is way too away.
As fine as the line between optimism and denial; “I am fine” they both may say.
As fine as the cracks in the mountain rock.
Growing wider as we talk.
As fine as this strand of long blonde hair, that made way to our bed while I wasn't there.
You ask me "Are you fine?" while I hold this hair that pricks my heart?
So fine and so soft, yet lethal enough to break us apart?
this ain't the first, this ain't new
and now I have lost the will to fight for you.
"YES, I AM FINE. THANK YOU" °
-Mehak Mirza Prabhu
We met we fought
Unknown with the fact that
We were equally wet ;
With love ! With separation !
Was it over there?
Was the ending sad?
Not at all !
We made it clear.
Sown the seed of friendship together .
We became friends forever .
Her truthful eyes could gaze my sighs
Thus became our belongingness
Now , we are thoughtmates ;
What she dreams , I dreamt it once
What I dreamt , She dreamt it once
That's how we got close
unknowingly ... unexpectedly ..
" She is my ex ' s love "
Was fate " she is my long distance bestie "
Isn't it great?
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