There is this one person who opens you up like nobody else ever could. They make you happy they make you feel seen, they show care, and they do care and your heart melts for all the little things they do for you, and they do it not because for some gain but because they just care. In the moment it feels so overwhelming that you forget all that you want to say what are you feeling how you want this to never end and rightly tell them how happy you are with them. when its time to part ways it's unnerving how your heart sinks in depth of despair it gives you ache in your chest. How you try not to cry and then uncontrollably cry when they have gone away. How it becomes from a happy tale to a left alone tragedy. But that is okay , because sometimes best things in life are meant for a shorter period than you expected, they are just there to give you hope you needed, to get back the longing for life which you have lost long time ago, they inspire you daily even in there absence. Gives you caurage. You start to act like them because you are thinking abou them all the time. The good, the bad, the intolerance in thier behavior and most importantly their addictive smile you see everytime you close your eyes, it all gets absorbed unconsciously in your mind. You forget your miseries upon seeing them, their presence makes all the difference. You become a different person from within yet you can't show them. Whatever bad and silly you have felt before them is ironically nothing but a reflection of their absence from your life. You realise the very difficult life is so easy with them in it. It solves the issues, without actually solving them, it takes away your grimace because you have now just ignored all the trouble. It does not exist when they are present. It might sound like magic. They are nothing but magic you seeked all your life. In your usual life the stress which was 100 % of time becomes 0 on meeting them and the cirisis you feel when you realise you have to one day go back to that usual stress, but now that 100% feels 200%. Now you don't want to go back your illogical thinking takes off, you would rather die than to go back. So you cry hard on your day returning back realising however good you felt you aint getting it back. Nothing will be same again. This one realisation takes away all the life out of you. You feel nothing. Emptiness engulfs you again. The sadness is infinte yet you hold yourself up, clean your tears, close your eyes, take a deep breath and remember his face, his smile, his words. The turbulance sorts itself out. There's nothing more magical than this. There's nothing more love than this. Afterall you learn to be without them with them in your head all the time. Living a miracle, called love.
Room temperature was set on 18, she looked at the window below the ac with eyes half open. Outside, the light looked too early in the morning, without opening her eyes searched through the sheets for the phone. Got it, switched it on, the screen lit up with blue light weather forecast on the top right corner Date and time in the middle of the screen. 6:47 Am, 02/05/2022. Sound of birds confirmed it's way too early from her usually wake up time, at home it has never occurred. It's always her mom who wakes her up and also preset alarms has not been of any help. It's now just a daily habit to snooze the alarm timer every 15 minutes to only wake up 2 hours later. Such mundane beginning in the morning sets day off for a boring routine repeatedly, uncontrollably tiring for a normal life. Thinking about how this morning is different from every other, she rubbed her eyes, lifting her up from bed going toward window, opened the curtains.
The fresh air through the creas of the glass smelled of muddy rain, and the day ahead !
Is it funny that, you are afraid of a feeling, recognised with just four letters, but each letter makes you feel as if you were to revolve around the sun, being the farthest planet, of the solar system; but despite the fear, you end up bathing, and basking in the divinity of that feeling? and now you are so passionately into it, that you feel you can never be out of it? It is beautifully absurd. It is how it is, to be with you, even without you.
It's a tough task, to define what i feel for you, tougher task, to define you. and I know, how I have escaped the tough reality, and chosen an easy thing, to silently roam around with a heavy heart, pounding with a four lettered emotions, instead of getting out of it, making my heart hollow. and for once, I do not feel the weight, and for once, I do not feel the wetness on my cheeks, a sharp pain in my chest, when my mind makes me aware, of the grim reality, which is darker and sadder than, my reasons of numbness; the reality that you will be out of it, it bothered once, but now I feel, I don't need the water from your glass, which you told me to be broken; because my glass is already overflowing, even though it has been broken enough, to be not filled in the first place. -nitrousoxide
It's the one I owe to my pen name. I'm so glad to participate in this challenge. I can finally share my love for dew drops and have a share in other writers' poetries as well. .........................................................................................
From the immaculate waves Of the wondrous seas And the holy water of A sacred stream Mighty depths of the ocean And that every raindrop in motion Over the tears of Any overwhelming emotion
I choose you the delicate dew drops Resting on the flower petal, Lingering on the miniature leaflet, Trapped between the hirsute peduncles, Lost in the verdant grass fields Emerging through the coldest nights Like tiny tokens of delight On beautiful days, balmy and bright
I remember you in the birth of dawn, in the busiest of mornings, in the warmth of the day and in the loneliest nights,in the dance of fireflies, in the death of the day, when the silent hills sleep away.
// There are no days or nights for me, for I disappeared into oblivion. It seems my world stopped to spin when you left//
I remember you in the faint smell of rain, when droplets of moisture kiss the parched land, when clouds of your memories descend like grey clouds, when a gloom of darkness engulfs, with sun hiding behind, heavy with grief of separation.
// Are you the welcome rain or the freezing rain? Are you my eternal happiness or piercing pain? //
I remember you in the scorching summers, when rays of sunlight touch my skin, when dew in the blades of grasses evaporate, in sunny beaches, in the caramel laughters of children frolicking in the sand, crowded, yet so lonely and in the welcome breeze I smell your fading perfume.
// There's a transparent ocean in your eyes, as I swam in the depth of waters, you vanished away like a breezy wind. Will you be my summer again?//
I remember you when sweet Parijatha flowers bloom in my abandoned garden, in the chirping of birds, in the rumbling of bees in search of their nectar, in the rustling of leaves, in gushing streams, in the tranquility of spring, you're my valley that houses a thousands of red roses.
// Are you a blooming spring or a hazy winter? Spring back in my life, I can't survive the avalanche of heartbreak, my love//
I remember you when the last leaf gently strikes the ground, in the death of spring, in the winnowing wind I hear your silence, who told there's no music to autumn? for it's your voice that rings in every orange house housed in my heart and you walk in regally carrying a golden latern to light my hearth.
// You came dressed like autumn with golden eyes and sparkling skin, walking in an orange carpet. But I never knew you were the autumn, disappearing at the sight of summer. Will you be my autumn? , only that this time you promise to stay//