All that counts, Are the pristine kisses, Imprinted on the length of my body , Beneath the amethyst starlet welkins.
All that counts, Is the synergized euphony, Of our fervent hearts, That reverberated in every atom.
All that counts, Is the warmth of the yellow tulips, Betwixt the pages of eld red hardcover, Delineation of our amaranthine love.
All the counts, Is the obfuscation of milieu, As our flesh, mind and soul, Amalgamated to form a masterpiece.
But, all that honestly counted, Is the cold touch of your goodbye, Mabbled in the white fabric, Embodying all the remnants of our love, Out of blue, All that can be counted metamorphosed into all that cannot be counted.
Accepting deformities : A letter to my younger self
Dear younger me, Many breezes passed by to touch my slender patinas from your fleeting reveries. And now I'm writing this to you because I couldn't have time for you and to think about you silently. But today I was sitting on a bench in a park and saw some younger children of your age and I remembered you. And I remembered your sky, your thoughts and your words.
Your sky was always blue without the rented clouds because you hated the sunrise and sunsets and I remember you told that the clouds were like the stains on the sky ; pitiable and detestable. But today, I fall in love with those stains and you will too. You hated yourself because you were small and no-one was taking you seriously. And now I'm running away from the agile crowds and sitting under these clouds, I'm writing poetries. Yes, I'm writing. You are surprised , right !! You had friends , friends and many friends. But the diameter of my friend's circle is now tends to zero where only I am building a sandcastle only for me. But the stars, clouds, skies and the moon are trying very hard to blow the cold air on my scalded tongue. I'm healing darling, don't worry.
Hug yourself and smile like a crazy girl. People will judge you anyway. "You're brown-skinned. Your hair is short, are you a girl ?, You're too fat, your body is not perfect, your hands are not soft like other girls, you don't look like a girl." Many comments you will get, don't scatter darling. Hold those silences inside your heart and make them into a lyre to enjoy near the horizon of metaphors. Don't question on yourself. You are beautiful, you are courageous and you are too brave. Crying inside the bathroom is not the solution for everything, go and face the people and society. The society is a container and it contains many types of people. You don't know which kind of you'll face. Be confident to face them.
And don't scroll down the chapters of life too fast. You can't understand the twenty third chapter completely if you won't read the previous chapters carefully. Every chapter is important so as the characters. And don't open up yourself infront of anyone. People are not like the stars, they can't keep your secrets. Write them in a secret diary and adorn them with a corsage of breathtaking metaphors. You'll fall in love with them anyway. Be grateful to everyone you meet in your life.
Darling, be kind. You think the chalice of adulthood tastes so delicious and mouthwatering. But I'm telling you it is not appetizing. You can't get pizza and icecreams everyday. Somedays, we belong to some breads without milk or jam and you've to take it because the human nature is to survive. And all are trying very hard to survive but you should try to live. Somedays you've to wear the sweaters of survival but all days are not for winter and snowflakes. There will be summer and autumn which will teach you live and fall. Accept the fall ; falling is the nature of humans and you've to fall to rise. Be in love with your fall.
And don't let the people go from your side and who are wanting to go, don't hold them. Let them go. Don't cry for them. People don't belong to you. They belong to the universe. And may be the path of them and path of yours are different. But in your path, you'll meet many other people who may not be so kind to you or you will meet people who won't be like you. Accept them and accept the change happening in the universe.
Anyhow you'll meet me someday and we'll sit again in this park and will discuss about the things. You'll tell the guy's name from the farewell ceremony for whom you changed posters of Robert Pattinson from your bedroom but couldn't find his photo to cherish. And I'll tell you about the orchids of adulthood which is being oohed and aahed by the struggling sagacity. You'll tell me about the scars which you hid behind the gown and I'll tell you how I turn the scars into stars with the magic spells of universe metaphorically.
@writersnetwork@miraquill Thank you so much for being such a big part in my journey . I mayhap will not be here to notify you what I feel bad here but I will be happy if you will give a shoulder equally to new and old writers. It's a beautiful passion which very few have and leaving it feels like killing oneself. Which I'm going through rn. Its hard . Very hard.
PS. This account will be put on deletion on 19th of December till then, you can unfollow me and I'm unblocking everyone with a sincere apology to each one of you whom I hurted in any way around. It was all beautiful to be a part of this world, that kindness you all showered can never be ignored . My heart loves you all. And will cherish these memories forever.