Sometimes the air that we breathe is too contagious and stifling, even if it's not impure or tainted with poisons. It's not the nature, but the sins that we have committed outweighs everything now. We can do good deeds, we can ask for happiness, but when one is a sinner of profound deeds, such good things are nothing but rarity, no? Happiness is always a myth for some souls, contentment is nothing but tales of childhood. Whatever we think, what we perceive and the activities we do are nothing but sins. How can one live with this? A smile can change everything, but that smile is costly to see. You have one side of the balance with responsibilities and one side with your emotions. You have been the warrior for all your lives, a part of what you are. But what of the whole package known as 'I'? You seek a part of me but not the whole Me. Sinners as I can't ever have a happy ending; sinners who are capricious as I can't be content. We are nothing but the harbingers of vile and dark storms, that leaves only destructions at its paths. We are only created for bloody wars and tornadoes in lives and on Earth. We aren't destined for any merriments, for we take away the happiness from lives of people. We have shadows in our footsteps, the shadows that bring nothing but calamities; the shadows that bring nothing but loss. Sometimes choosing between responsibilities and love, some of us forget that we are only made for nothing but bad deeds, to annihilate calamities. We can't feel love, we can't show weakness or pain, but be the robot who are apathetic and ruthless. It's what we are and should be. Or else, we let sufferings escalate of people we care for. No more. #2532020#deranged#sinners
Sometimes we don't really understand where our path takes us. It's the bridge that can take us to either the hell to be burned forever or forever burning us, or it may let us walk into the paradise, serving us peace and happiness on a gold platter. Pulsirat - the bridge to either heaven or hell. But is light a sham or real? Is darkness sinister or pure? Who knows? We just have to walk into it with a faith that will be undeterred, unperturbed and without wavering away. That faith and hope for something better will take one through the hardships to that destination one fights for to reach. All is needed is a little Ray of hope with a faith which is ironclad. Only then one enters through any pathway, through the walk of life and then finds their own way to that place where one wants to reach. All it takes is patience, tenacity, perseverance, hope with strong faith. #281219#hope#faith#pulsirat#imagecredit#collected#mixedthoughts#unsorted
Here I am, dwelling In the oblivious wasteland Where I am to reside, waiting For the eternity to arrive, that prolongs As the time escapes like The sands in my hands.
I see the sky morph from Sinister darkness to pinkish flecks, Turning to bright, flamboyant cornflower blues to Light ember at dusk; Turning as its words were given To back where it was - blackness. Full circle is the life, like mine As the days promised me with Words of the Divine, While I wait for the end to arrive That comes with mocks and Taunting smiles.
I beg for it to engulf me in Its cocoon of forever bliss; But I wonder - is the forever of Misery or peace? Hah! None can say what lies Underneath, for it's a surprise not For others, but also me.
Grey waters we all swim in, Murky and dirty in our sins and misdeeds; Sometimes we fall in its depth Like the victims and at times Seek refuge in its camouflage, muddied To hide from everyone and from The eyes that sees all yet ignorant - Of within. #291119#grey#waters#sins Miss me? Flamboyant - colorful display and that catches attention Flecks - to color as if by sprinkling something To whom it may concern
There She was - standing, waiting and watching the world even after the world never recognized her. She was unknown to the world, and the ones who saw her were chosen by her to see her. She doesn't show herself to everyone. A shy apparition in her early twenties with slim and oblong face with sharp countenance, long midnight black hair flowing around her and shaping her delicate features, tall neck and she wears a long and flowing white cloth, possibly a sari that shimmered in the light. She angled herself on the left side, her back resting on the wall, yet not touching the moss covered wall at all. She gazed into the distance from the second floor of the ruined building. Her gaze was indifferent, yet her sadness was showing in her almond shaped eyes, dark with lashes long, reaching to the pale cheeks. When her eye contacts with another, she gives a dead look - nothing scary but as if she was seeing but not seeing at all for she waits for something else; maybe someone else. But something in her postures beckons to her. She wants a few to stand where she does and see what she witnesses. The time has lapsed and the skies have changed, but she was still captured in the time where she existed in flesh and blood. Some fortunate ones are willed to find her place and stand there, at that ruins where she stands and watches everything. She lives in the hall that is possibly the biggest of all the remaining ruins there; every intricate remains belonged to her. Every broken stairs lead a step towards her favorite resting place, where she waits. She dwells in the hollow and empty rooms, tentatively step through the hidden spiral stairs, shows a few to see what she sees and where she lives, now all alone. If one is asked, they see nothing. But why do you think she shows herself to a few? She shows because she is lonely; she shows that there is no end to waiting for something worth waiting for. Even after the flesh turned to mud or ashes, even after the sands of time has been blown away along with the wind that lets her white sari and thick, long and straight hair flow from left to right, she never left. Some souls never leave their purpose even after death. That is why she is there, captured in the weaved circles of time. #151119#she#waits#ruins #collectedpicture You will find some past and present tenses mixed-up, but I can't change the err, as it seems fitting to me.
"Are you afraid of falling in love" "No,I am afraid of losing the one I'll fall for"
After surviving 1368 days without you and writing 1368 poetries for you.With a cup of ginger tea in my left hand and in right holding another edition of ravinder singh's novel "Will you still love me".In between the lines staring at the Now-Empty-Sky.The birds are now heading back towards their home (I wish i can head towards the same).Minty sky is changing colours after a long time.The city found solace when it rained this evening -The monsoons are bit late this time."How it feels to call sky your only home"?? I wanted to ask the stars that they claim were "Humans" (I wish you can respond back or react to this question through the very light drizzle now).It's been 1368 days and half that you left me in arms of another man claiming he'll protect me (I wish i had a say in this then you might not have left me saying "I'll live within you but can't beside you".I had never felt this helpless when all i was screaming your name and "He" was holding me when it should be "You".
The list is getting long, Too long.The Things i always wanted to do with you will now be getting done without you.To the sunday that cried when it lost you.He gave me an another novel -The one you gave him "Can love happen twice"I laughed at how can someone rule someone even after leaving them without their permission.Your last wish was never last -He gave me a diary with too many wishes that still 125 got fulfilled till now.He looked in my eyes and said "Live for him" But i was already living for you from the day when we met to the day you said "We are not meant to be "Or maybe even after that."Love" Will never cross the boundaries of my room atleast that's what i told him "Never ever step inside his room" and he did the same but last night i couldn't help myself from falling weak and then drowning in his arms.I cried, I cried and cried till the tears felt tired and said "We are done for the day".I felt secure after a long time in the arms of the person i denied existence of.I needed you but then you left me in between the sentences that don't match.
So yes,It happened what you wanted from the time you were diagnosed with a rare disease to the time you said goodbye to me for the last time.He held me last night as i held you when you had a nervous breakdown once.I wish i can return 1% of his love but again here i am in your t-shirt with favourite perfume of yours -The limited edition one.My skin never accepted foreing touch.From the time it came in the contact of your flesh -My flesh turned alive and when you left it again turned the same - Numb like always.He never asked for the kind of love i am still giving your memories.He is hurt and I know but the thing is he never said that and that's what hurts the most.I want him to scream at me for bit being a good wife but he never uttered a single word.We talk for hours somedays but you know what -I talk about you and he smile listening to the talks with tears in his eyes.The longingness can be seen in his eyes but I am helpless and you did this to me.But yesterday that kiss i realised was not just a mere weak moment but the gift of his patience to handle the broken me.I poured my emotions with bundle of tears mixed in them and he did the same kissed me like him not you.For the first time in those 1368 days I was scared again.Scared to lose him.
I watch how effortlessly you think, you dwell in impossible truths. The old fabric of invisibility you wrap, over your fragile but ironed shoulders.
I wonder how often you touch those bruises. Wearing them like the sniper at war, after carefully counting one,two and on. Applying blood soaked chains, as bandages after dusk,before dawn.
I smile how you let that old whiskey touch your chapped lips, immediately folding them into a curve. To slopes which the worldly eyes couldn't, clutch and crawl. Reaching into mazes of your beautiful mind and it's fall.
I let my fingers kiss the air between the doors you proudly crafted, and the faint will to knock them instead. Then,leave a smile at the knob with two drops of the blue blood of the murdered will.
I sigh and drop an icy breath, at the tear that attempts to suicide in those frozen chambers of your eyes. Letting the desire to help them die, die instead of the latter.
I take a step and another, only to step back further.
I let you hide behind the tired wolf skin and the evergreen woods of pretence. I let you hear. I let you wonder. I let you smile.I let you cry.