*Dedicated to all poets.
Have you come across
poems that seem sad?
They mostly are. You read,
interpret, relate, and some
of you smirk then say,
“such a weakling.”
Yet you double tap and scroll.
‘cause I assume most of the
time y’all don't unfollow.
Do you? (smirk intended).
It's like watching a stream
of disciplined ants working
their way through running
hurriedly across the room
originating somewhere from
the corner of furniture. No,
you don't break that line;
to see what might come above
their backs isn't something
you'll admit you're afraid of.
Not even to your mommy.
Almost always in denial.
And so you hope to let
it flow — the verses that one
day will make sense — stitch it;
wear it. Let the fears within
Thus, I urge to all the poets out
there to keep it coming.
Despite the darts being aimed
at you. We're the spectators —
the critics as well as your
To another year that's gonna end soon ,
Dear 2018 ,
This year has taught me that life can be kind ,unpredictable ,chaotic yet beautiful .
That I don't need to have everything figured out what happens next and that things will happen eventually when I don't stress much over it .
There will be days when my sadness consumes me but there will be days when I laugh so much that my stomach hurts .
This year has given me friends and people that I now fear loosing.This year has been an year of breakups and heartbreaks and realizations .
That life is indeed beautiful and the realisation that you are living one more day makes it white special .
Things that happened in 2018 that I am going to remember :- •The year we lost Stan Lee and his cameos and parts if our childhood and MARVELlous memories that we can never assign to oblivion . • The year we lost Sridevi and the lady of golden era of Movie And the woman that taught me the word 'Judgemental ' and how you don't have a lifetime because maybe death comes unannounced when you are happy and with your family . • The year Netflix gave us binge watching worthy shows like SACRED Games and characters like Bunty and Gaitonde and why an Umbrella and bhagwan have different meaning now . • The year of the second wave of #metoo movement in India and how the horrors left us traumatised . •The year of Avengers infinity war . •The year of FIFA world cup and it's unexpected turns and winners. • The year of some beautiful songs . •The tragedy of kerela floods and the mass destruction in God's own country . • The year of beautiful weddings like deepveer and the royal wedding that restores our faith that maybe there is love after all . •The year if scraping of section 377 and the victory that love triumphs in the end . • The year the melting stories reached 126 k .(shameless self promotion .like .share .comment guys .) To the year of sad departures ,tears and our inability to let go.
To many more beautiful moments and things to come in years ,to the hope that life is worth living and that nothing can be to messed up that cannot be fixed with a cup of chai and kpop song .
To the year that made me feel more human and flawed .
We sat by the harbour
just you and I,
under a blue, billowing, silken, sky,
and you taught me origami –
how to make a sailboat
out of a simple square of paper.
As a child I sat, leaning into the alchemic intimacy
of your teaching – an echo of childhood,
warm and enchanting, hanging gently
over the bow of our boat,
as we sailed above an imaginary world.
I tried to make a boat of my own.
I tried, and failed, tried, failed, and tried again
and you persisted, with patience.
Not wanting to be defeated
in that childish, stubborn way
I folded until my fingers tired,
until I mastered the art
of making tiny paper boats.
I made them out of everything –
paper napkins and tickets, wrapping paper
pages of books, sweet bags, faded family photos.
For my whole life, I’ve made them.
I’ve lost train tickets – been fined
by conductors because the tiny boat
seemed to sail away, out of my hand;
essay papers, lost in satchels, never found,
but my memory of how,
it never went away.
I kept on with the boats, as I grew
and discovered more
about the world,
making them subconsciously,
accidental sleight of my own hand,
and I learned
to fold myself up, into a tightly bound structure
secure and definite, sure of the folds and lines
that kept me afloat,
in a boat I could climb into.
I learned to sail away.
Ci sono pianti come anche sorrisi che puoi sentirti libero di mostrare solo a chi ha un anima pura, che si trova in sintonia con la tua. Un anima capace di portare il tuo fardello, aiutarti, e magari col tempo trasformarli anche in sorrisi.
Trovare un amico è una cosa rara, non c sono prove o tempo da superare ma come ho detto, bisogna solo "avere delle anime simili e pure".. È questa la rarità.. Ed io, sono stata proprio fortunata. My big star 👭🌠
[ BLENDED WITH YOU ]
Too many hurdles along the way,
I'm not giving up, come what may.
Too much chaos and too much noise,
The only thing that echoes in my dreams
Is your voice.
Too bright light blurs my sight,
All I see is your reflection
In the darkness of night.
The cold window panes
With my soul
When I rest my head on them,
Exhausted in retrospection
And haunted by solitude.
Somewhere out there,
Far from the limited view of my window,
Away from the clutches
Of my 3am trances,
Somewhere out there,
Amongst men and women who are merry,
You count the stars
And fulfil your dreams.
Somewhere out there,
You're happy and fine
Then why do I hope that
Someday you'll be mine?
The breeze wakes me up,
I hear the laughter of birds.
The light enters my eyes,
The same light that left your eyes,
When we made love,
On summer nights.
I taste the tears,
I swallow my fears.
Your words still ring in my ears,
"I am blended with you," you said,
Before you left me here,
Half a world away. \