Dear you, There was still winter in my heart when spring (you) came and knocked on my door. I looked at you, and all I could see was the lost boy willing to be found, you give me your heart and that was the moment, my heart felt warmth for the first time,
Your warm hands touched my cold body and I don't think you realised that you melted all the iciness in me.
And then we fell in love.
Falling in love with you is the most beautiful feeling. I don't stay up nights overthinking, I know what I feel. I know that it's YOU and i know that I'll never give up on you.
Love happens, by surprise, with no warning. And it's meant to scare us, because if it didn't, it wouldn't be worth fighting for. With every ups and downs, love will always be worth fighting for.
Love is understanding, Love is forgiving, Love is healing all the scars, Love is light in the darkness. Love is you. -gelukzoeker
How often is it that we forgive ourselves for being the one who carried a beehive despite the brutal bee stings for a (in)significant other? How often do we forgive ourselves for not letting go sooner than later? Or do we ever? There's something like a magnetic madness about hope, about holding onto hope no matter what except that it puts your 'not-so-patient' patience to the tests of time. Your heart can always choose between being an open or a closed fist for self defence can even build up against one's own thoughts when epilogues seem to be waiting for you wherever you go.
There is a faint outline of tragic ends around our souls, pressed ever so tightly against our ribcage with the force of thunder and tides raging inside us. It is Achilles's song, for even after the worst of the romantic violence we commit against ourselves, we rise again and it's a given. Here's what strangers tell you about life: you are a gremlin dream, blade and ulcers and grief sit beside you holding your hands while happiness do nothing, the angels are wingless for they all suffered the rage of God for falling in love with humans, those freckles under your eyes have grown wary from your ruined beauty, it's only jammed doors and locked kitchens and unwashed sinks and every form of anxiety knocking at your door. But let me tell you, life's more than just all those. Life's all you make out of it; it's all the love you take and all the love you give. Let me tell you, how even Gods envy us for being mortal for nothing will ever be more beautiful than they are now. Here's the truth: hopes, dreams and fears are best friends, they are not here to marr you into sad proses but teach you how we are full of incendiary and light.
The restless fear of losing your skin breaking identity can follow you around like a cruel conviction. Above all, fear is impulsive with a bent spine and are only revived from past fallacies. But what about overcoming them? And if you knew would you care to overcome them? The answer should be, rather has to be a yes for it is only when we try again and again that we come out of our shell.
Forgiveness can grow around you like fields of peonies, like wind laughing through the sound of rain over your rooftops, like pollen bursting out of seeds only if you can be brave enough to forgive yourself. It's not others but yourself whom you need to stop hating to let this stark pain take off into the sky. And how to be brave enough? By embracing your scars and flaws for all the loss that eventually lead you here. By creating a sweet home inside yourself and filling it with hot chocolate and love, full of love and only for yourself.
//we're fatally limitless and that, I believe, is the most delicate piece of news about us//
And so finally, today I complete 1 year on Miraquill! (Me silently shouting 'Yayyy'). I can't believe, days pass so swiftly. I still feel like a newbie. I met so many brilliant writers here. Some left, some are on deactivated mode and some are still here writing wonders. But the love and support I get from you all, I will never forget that! Each one of you will always have a special place in my heart. Each one of you is special. ❤️
Writing this journey of mine as a memory and also as an ode to all the Mirakeeans/Miraquilleans and ofcourse, Writersnetwork and Miraquill too for being there with me from start to present. Some 'dil ki baat' written over here. Much love to all of you! Happy December.❄️
To cook the soup of happiness You neither need of expensive ingredients Nor high quality or branded equipments, Just put an ordinary pot on hearth of satisfaction Pour some oil of self love, Believe me, it will not increase your calories, Add those days you have cherished, Those sweet memories that make you nostalgic, The smiles of those whom you love, The care you receive from your dears, Things provide you even small pleasure A pinch of salt and pepper of friskiness Give it a stir with the ladle of hope. And here your ' Soup of Happiness' is ready to gulp.
NOTE: So add a bowl of ' Soup Of Happiness ' in your every breakfast for a happier and healthier life.