I know that calling someone beautiful can be so damn overrated. Hasn’t it been said so many times over? In so many stories. In too many movies. She's beautiful. He’s beautiful. My eyes don’t know how to lie to you, so if you ever catch me crying just know that there’s just some sad thing that I wouldn’t say just to interrupt this happy moment we’ve been sharing.
You’re my run on of a run on. You’re my poem within a poem. My last laugh. My returning smile. The warm spot afterglow, love won’t feel the same after you. I’ll make things right again, I’ll drive my heart straight into your chest and leave my love letters under your fingertips and trace my apologies into your skin with my tears coming out your eyes it’s been quite some time for us, hasn’t it?
You’re feet too tired and your hands too soft, we’ve been chasing dreams for far too long. A poet that writes about love to an artist that wants to know love. Draw our existence out of my blood and I’ll use your eyes as my favorite mirror. Your reflection looks attached when I’m around, how did you do it? how’d you make me fall in love with you? or was it an us thing? a mutual thing? a together thing? you know my thoughts well enough, you’ve read my words a thousand different ways and every time you will have sworn that I’m still changing and growing and there’s still so much more to learn.
What makes us cling onto people? Are the creatively endowed all messed up? sometimes you feel like a question that I have to ask, so I’ve been meaning to find the answers within your tone of voice right before bed when it’s all goodnight kisses and see you in dreamland text messages sent late enough to kiss the moon into deep sleep, I’ve been wondering if love smiles everytime we look onto each other.
I know that we’re still learning about what not to say and what to always say to one another. I know that you’re still worried if my heart will sway again. if I’ll kiss someone else again. if I’ll hurt you again. I think that’s the only reason that we’ve made it this far. Because no matter how bad things get, I’ll always tell you in the end. Someone told me two days ago that he didn’t want to waste his life doing something that he didn’t love because tomorrow he might not be here to enjoy his mistakes, so why not let it be something worthwhile? I don’t believe in perfection, but you’re probably the closest thing to it.
So when it rains and I’m reminded of you, I know that it’s only natural to wait things out. Because how can we truly appreciate something if it’s always handed to us? I know that we both can be insecure from time to time, but we’re aware of it and it helps. Your smile is full of hope and you’ve been rubbing off on me. My heart is heavy most days, but when it’s light I want to photograph the sun for a whole week straight and point to the all white polaroid and tell you that even if you can’t see it, it’s there. You make my spirit bright eyed and awake. I want to be alive for this. Don’t kiss me where it hurts, love me where I’m most alive. Leave your lips right next to mine and stay.
it's your big day, precious. hope you'll smile your happiest smile by the time you end reading this.
you're one of my good humans, you know that right! here's a small note for you-
I know seasons have turned their faces many times until now, leaves turned from green to yellow to brown, clouds gathered, rained and scattered away, yet this longing for better, happier and more livelier days has only grown stronger. there has been times I've wanted to pull down the grey sky and color it whole with my favorite shades of pink, blue, and all the colors that look happy, maybe you did too. but we're so much humans, aren't we, so we can only think, make up things, maybe on some days, paint our fingernails a perfect red, bake a good enough cake and write letters and poems to remind ourselves and the people we love, of how much we appreciate the good times we've had and wish to have too. I often wonder how great it'd feel, to lie on a verdant piece of earth, a pleasant sun smiling at our faces, a cool wind playing spirals with our hair, and surrounded by sounds of a place we all long to visit together someday. oh how I'd bet all I have for such a day! have I got you smiling yet? I hope I did, because even writing this feels so good. we may be just sisters or friends, or mere strangers who happened to meet each other in this big wonder of a world, and be glad about it forever. it doesn't matter, does it. but I hope you know I'll forever be smiling ear to ear when I think of you, and all the times we've peeped into our hearts through these white screens. someday, just like the day we crossed paths, life will bless us with another one, where we'll no longer be sitting apart but together. I love you, and I hope you live the best story you wish to be in. happy birthday, Piyul!
I wish I had things to say to you, more than I can today or ever. You were my first real friend there Piyul. And it was a wonder, how we clicked so fast. But this must be same for everyone who has met you because this is how much you make a person comfortable. You've made my Mirakee home, Piyul. You were the person through whom I could see the kindness of people. You've taught me so many things in life, and i could never thank God enough for it. You've taught me how kindness can change a person's outlook on life and how one person is enough to do that. You taught me how few words of encouragement can bring out the best in someone and compel them to be better. I met you at a point of time when I had nothing. No friends, no classmates, no one to call my own because no one understood. You taught me what kindness feels like, what encouragement feels like, what being understood feels like. And I would be lying if I say you don't have any part in making me who I am when the truth is, you are the very first person who inspired me to be kind to people and to be warm. And most of who I am, is a flame which you started. I'm sure you've touched so many lives like this Piyul. And it's just a warm reminder on your special day. Because very less people can impact on so many people's lives in such a less period of time. You will always be in my heart. And it's been a blessing to have talked to you, to have known you. I still remember our comments and the day you were sharing us about your past amd present situations. This birthday, I'll pray for your boards, of course. And your upcoming exams. May you get everything you wished for and everything you're meant to get. Never forget your worth Piyul. And never forget that we, are always here. Just a text/comment away. And lastly, you are by far the warmest person I've met in Mirakee. I'll always lovee youuu. Many many happy returns of this day lovee. I miss youu.
Idk what possibly more I can say here. It will all be a repetition of how much you mean to me. I know I have persuaded you into staying awake (I am not sorry at all for this) but only because I wanted you have something to remember. Something you can hold close to your heart.
Don't ever be mistaken how strong and brave you are, don't let people define you ever. Here's a small token of gift from me, the least I could do for you.
With periwinkles tucked under her hair And sunflowers hitched over her lips, Words have been her safest home, for heartbreaks turn into poetry for even catastrophes, which makes the crescent of moon whole.
Beautiful wouldn't suffice for the heart you've got kyu ki - Tu hei noor sa ,noor hi hai alag.
Isliye - Tum Jaisi Ho Bus Wesi Hi Raho♥️
Happiest birthday beautiful human . I have been a great fan of your words and than beautiful smile of yours and may you never lose it.Wish we could have met earlier but koi nahi I am glad I atleast had the chance of knowing you. And to my fellow anuv fan jaldi hi concert mei jane ka mauka mile.Hope you have a great day and your day ends with the most beautiful sunset and even bigger smile on your face.
ive made a stranger out of words, and quite a many people, too. but you, you are a familiar song on my walk back home. you are my first thought on a rather dark humor meme evil laughter intensifies you are nsvijkbiabvuhj *what do they say about people who are charming but read all of those crime thrillers?* ngl you inspire me to have an own vibe and still be kind and considerate of other people easy and simple, to love and care. also its about time we out-toxic snakes bruh ifykwim grins both moral and poetry taking a serious hit here, huh? nvm, all these words arent even close to how much you mean to me. youll always be someone close to me, like my favourite art work or those caffeniated drinks i lob or your poems. jkbzvipasnivokmso. more incoherence 18, big gal? happy birthday, ily. to piyu, with ICANTDESCRIBEHOWMUCH love.
She smells of a thousand books and a couple cups of warm caffeine. Her arms have hugged much universe than this sky has ever seen.
She is so recklessly herself, that her aura is nothing but fine wine. She stirs the calm souls crazy and drives the low ones high.
She rains as ink on parched pages, quill dances ballet with her fingertips. You could listen to the tales breathing free, under her skin and beneath eyelids.
Happiest Birthday, Piyul. First of all I'm really sorry for writing these stupid nonsense lines (I can't rhyme and write anymore. Ugh) You're one of the kindest and sweetest kids I've come across here. Your comments always make me smile and of course, they are my favourite. You're precious. Stay the same. And it's okay to have no friends in school (they all are just jealous, you know) Agar isi raste rahi toh you can be Tengoku and gain stalkers phans in future. Bht scope hai :"))