Poetry, i guess?
I just know that whenever i hold my pen, my heart makes my hand moves and i keep writing on, i cry and i scream through my verses.
©rjs_rudy
rjs_rudy
hi I'm rudra and i make jokes when I'm uncomfortable.
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rjs_rudy 40w
Someone asked me this once " Why do people write Poetry? "
i didn't know the answer back then. but lately I've been thinking about stuffs and i think i pretty much know why we do write poetry or atleast i do know why I write poetry.
we write cause in the end that is all we can do. I mean we all want to change things don't we? we want many many things, to turn back the clock, to save ourselves, to avoid pain and suffering...but let's face it, we can't, right? we all want to escape, to heal, to run from the gut wrenching pain of knowing that we can't change a thing,we can do nothing. And so there we write poetry, we put emotions into verses, we ease the burden of our hearts... And does that make us feel any better? well that is one good question and to be honest i don't even know!! i don't know what writing does to me. I just know that whenever i hold my pen, my heart makes my hand moves and i keep writing on, i cry and i scream through my verses and yet again i feel sad and alone. so i write again, i write POETRY about my sadness. So that's me and now i'll leave this for you to ponder "what Poetry means to you?". -
rjs_rudy 54w
"so, do you believe in soulmates?"
.
we fall in love many times in our lives. sometimes, love stays, but people leave, not everybody with whom we dream of spending the rest of our lives will stay forever.
it is said that we are destined to meet the person with whom we belong but for me what makes all the difference is how hard we work to make them stay. The determination to never ever let them slip away, to stand beside them and only them.
You see there is no such thing as a perfect relationship. we all have our own imperfections, we all carry our own flaws... but only those who truly love us look beyond them. They accept our true selves and belive in us, at times when we forger to love ourselves too.
you don't meet someone and instantly call them your soulmate. you get to know them first. you learn about things that keep them awake at nights and get excited every time they call.
you laugh and cry with them. they make you feel warm and loved, they understand you. you feel secure when they're around you and sometimes just watching them staring at the sky makes you happy, bubble start floating up in your heart and you just stare at her until they tell you to snap out of it.
you don't ask them questions but listen to them when they talk about things that hurt them and make them sad.
And ofcourse you argue and fight over things without a reason. but you don't run away from each other,do you? yeah you get mad and need some space but eventually you both come back to understand each other a bit more this time ...
"so yes i do believe in people meeting and falling in love on a random evening. But we always work hard to build a happy relationship, just so that we never ever let that person go."
P.S :- i know guys it's a long time but can you just forgive me ... i mean i was stuck with all this exams thing and now they're not going to be even held!!
so yeah that was really a long long vacation but now I'm back to work, ya know.how soulmates are made...
so yes i do believe in people meeting and falling in love on a random evening. But we always work hard to build a happy relationship, just so that we never ever let that person go."
©rjs_rudy -
rjs_rudy 65w
i still remember the day when i was in the campus hovering around when i first saw you, and to be honest
it felt like as if the whole world was still
and there was only one thing with heartbeats...you.
it felt as if ed sheeran made a love song just for me, and there were people with violins all over.
for a moment it felt as if i was in a movie, in a very romantic one.
They say, love is like a gentle wind on skin,but for me you were never that fresh breeze of air
you were imperfect with untamed hair and with no care of what this world thinks about you
and i think that ...
made me fall for you.
you made me watched 90's sitcom with you and you read all of my favorite books.
we both had a thing for stars so we spent countless hours beneath the stary sky, holding hands and just looking at them.
you see, we were never really perfect for each other but we did gave our best for being so.
our love changed a lot of things inside me..
you made me believe in the idea of falling. falling, you see we don't say 'rising into love', and perhaps yes, falling is fine
with the right person you shine and with the wrong you learn.
They say, that when you find that one soul you're destined to meet...
they'll be perfect and everything you have ever asked for.
but maybe you're not perfect but there is one thing that i know for sure, i love you and i always will with all of your imperfections.
you kindness buffered my arrogance, your hopeless romanticism toned down my cynical mindset and we fit together like the last two set of a 1000 piece puzzle.
I've always been a man of culture, art, museum but religion was never my thing. yet, i sometimes think that god made you just for me.
you see, i don't know about hell or heaven but at this moment, you are my whole damn eden.
hello guys...
well I'm back... i missed everyone here seriously!!
so, here comes a post about one of my favorite tv series!!
b/w the line about rising into love is not written by me... i had to include it, it was just too amazing.
'falling,you see we don't say rising into love'
this line is written by the legendary British philosopher
Alan Watts. i suggest you all to read his works they're phenomenal.falling in love...
you see, i don't know about hell or heaven but at this moment, you are my whole damn eden. -
rjs_rudy 67w
and our love story would've grown around the tabels of the great hall.
P.S : going to hold the prose writing for a while... preety busy with xamsmy everything.
and if
love was magic,
she would be
my Hogwarts.
©rjs_rudy -
rjs_rudy 70w
No matter wherever you're in your life, you don't want things to change.
so,
it hurts when you lose someone whom you've loved so sincerely
it hurts knowing that you'll never get to see them,
that face, that smile that presence
you miss them all and
it makes you feel empty
a feeling of endless nothingness fills up your heart and you cry, you cry and cry.
you're so used of being dejected that
it feels like the only emotion left inside you is grief.
now, you're unaware of what emotions actually are
it's like you're stuck at one place,
A deep dark cave...
darkness has engulf your heart
and everytime you try to stand up
it comes for you again,
pulling you down.
you don't want to lose the people you've loved.
and when that changing bow strucks you,
you want to turn the clock back,
to set things back to the way they actually were.
that's a naive feeling and you know that too. but you just want it.
but it's life... it doesn't work like that
it's always moving.
whether you like it or not.
and finally when you get over your grief,
accept the loss and move forward in your life you get to know...
that it was never the sorrow all alone, it was partly the love you felt for that person for "what is grief, if not love persevering?"love and grief.
©rjsrudy -
rjs_rudy 71w
i know it's weird talking about her this much
but hey!! i think I'm in love
and no matter how hard i try
no matter how much i deny,
I know i love her
and this feeling, it's a parasite
it keeps me awake at nights
but it's worth it,
for she's beautiful
and I'm in love with her.
if you listen to me closely
you will know that I'm not good with rhymes
rather I'm empty
i know nothing about words
but i do try to write songs for her
for she's beautiful
and I'm in love with her.
let me talk about her
her eyes are soft and deep
just like the oceans
she carries silent waves beneath them waiting for someone to sail on them
her smile is gentle
and when she speaks
all the other voices seem to fade
you'll fall asleep on her laps
and when she's not around
her voice echoes in your ear
it won't let you sleep
but it's all worth it
for she's beautiful
and I'm in love with her.
my friends tell me that I'm madly in love and yeah maybe I'm losing
my mind behind this girl
but it's all worth it
for she's beautiful
and I'm in love with her.
#pod
hey guys I'm back!!
so sorry if I've missed anyone's tag there!! I'll read all of'em right nowI'm in love
©rjsrudy -
rjs_rudy 73w
Sometimes things don't work out the way you thought they would.
You are merely ten years old, sitting in the back of your classroom your teachers ask you about the goal of your life. astronaut,
you announce proudly, you glance at your bestfriend and he smiles offering you his tiffin under the desk.
Everything seems perfect.
You are sixteen and you're in love with that girl at your tuition. everytime she smiles your heart warms up with bubbles of joy and you know that she's the one made for you and you can't help but just love her.
But now you're at your twenties and you're stuck with this stupidly boring job, you don't know what you're doing with you're life. You feel lost, disappointed and at this moment you wonder how the hell did your life became such a mess?
But wait, let me tell you something ---- it's okay to feel lost and sad
to not know what to do next in your life.
Take your time and figure things out!!
We all have our own speed and timelines to do things. I know that what you dreamt of as a child didn't workout till now but hey relax, it's fine that things didn't workout well.
unlike any school project there's no deadlines in life.
So, just give yourself a little time and let your heart know that it's okay for things to not workout the way you thought they would.
Just keep breathing.
#pod
P.S:- wrote it when I rewatched this episode for the 2nd time.It's fine, things didn't workout.
Read caption.
©rjsrudy -
rjs_rudy 74w
Hey!! Do you remember the last time you were happy?
when was the last time you cried out of happiness? when was the last time you woke up smiling?
sadness has made a home in your heart and refuses to go away. you are broken from inside, but you keep smiling because you know it's just easier to pretend.
your inbox reads, "sorry, but i can't do this anymore", " more than can we give it another chance."
it feels like no matter what you do, no matter how much hard you fight, in the end it'll all come down to the same painful thought that has been scaring you from years ;
you're a" LOSER."
You constantly feel depressed and humiliated. you want things around you to change, you want to feel motivated but instead you hear your heart crying out " there is nothing you can do right."
you don't remember the last time you woke up excited for the day ahead, it might be that school trip and nothing after that you are used to being unhappy now, it is weird but it is the truth.
you are so used to witnessing plans getting canceled that it doesn't affect you all that much. you don't feel surprised anymore when your trust is broken or when someone hurts you because you have become too comfortable in that pain and emptiness
but when you see a kid laughing wholeheartedly, you feel terrified from inside, you have forgotten the last time you laughed like that and it feels almost strange you want to be happy but you are just scared to wake up one day and not remember what happiness feels
like.
Scene by Rudra.
#podEr! What's happiness again??
The vampire diaries.
©rjsrudy -
rjs_rudy 75w
The last time I wrote about love
i wrote about the girl I loved,
and how always she forgave me
for she was too intact and the idea of forever was always there,
blooming like a sunflower.
The last time I wrote about love
I wrote about a guy who just couldn't help but give,
give anything and everything he ever had in his heart and soul
Just to let her know that he loved her...
immensely.
The last time I wrote a poem
I talked about how sentences break
when I begin recounting our love story
and how much pain and misery was there, stucked, between the spaces and in between our breaths that turned our beautiful love story into a sad poetry.
The last time i wrote something,
I wrote about us
and you know I didn't try to make it sound perfect!!
I just took my pen, dipped it into my heart and spilled the truth right from my soul.
I wrote the truth so that when you read it
you'll know that my verses are not sugarcoated lies
But rather are a eulogy of our love you left for me to handle alone.
#pod
P.S :- thanks a lot guys...i just reached my 150 followersThe last time I wrote...
The last time I wrote a poem
I talked about how sentences break
when I begin recounting our love story
and how much pain and misery was there, stucked, between the spaces and in between our breaths that turned our beautiful love story into a sad poetry.
©rjsrudy -
rjs_rudy 76w
Survivor
Broken in million places
Patched together
With threads of courage,
I'm a Survivor.
©rjsrudy
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To
ChhotiYour smile is one the brightest smiles I've ever witnessed.
Your presence can light up the whole environment.
You've that spark which ignites positivity.
You're like that beautiful butterfly which roams with her colorful wings around every corner of the room.
And bchha....
Don't ever let anyone dull your sparkle....
Just smile and shine❣️
From- your most irritating person
©vaishnavi_20 -
nikitabinigoswami 9w
Poets and love.
Don’t fall in love with poets,
Those who keep thorns and destroy the florets,
Preserve dead butterflies in their showcase;
keep reminding you of your nature,
Burn love letters and drink the ashes;
immortalise the love that bleeds underneath your eyelashes.
Use pen as a sword.
A balm onto scars,their words.
Dont mess around,
You may green your own wounds,
The poet can drown the world in pain,
Dont take their calmness to be vain.
You might be an ace of playing with lies,
But you can never deceive the poets eyes.
©nikitabinigoswami
#poetpoets and love
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If you really wonder what makes poeple poets,
Take a needle and prick your wrist,
Let the blood flow out, use it as your ink.
You think I am insane?
Well but that’s exactly how a poet is born,
They bleed pain on pages.
©nikitabinigoswami -
Two roads diverged in the woods;
and I took the one that would hurt more,
So you could paint scars into my core.
©nikitabinigoswami -
♡
As she walked out of the shower with her towel on
He jumped out of the couch and held her tightly between his arms.
Taking her towel away and throwing it on the couch
They jumped on the bed
Her wet body made him go crazy for her love
Her lips slowly touching his lips ,whispering his name in his ears.. And giggling gently .. Both cuddling and soon he held her hands tightly.. Kissing her on the neck.. Lips.. All over her body..
©rapunzel17 -
thelunareclipse 19w
She
She determinely breaks every bond,
Builds up around herself high walls,
Paints her heart with constant rage
Turns fastly affection into haterage.
Egoistic and self-centered as she is,
She will hardly ever know
All these negative feeling she posses
Are like a burden to her lost soul.
©thelunareclipse -
I more like the person you're in my dreams.
©vaishnavi_20 -
Why is it that acceptance is unnoticed?
Why not is it, that we seek for in the crowd?
Why don't we know, when someone respects us?
What is acceptance, if not knowing the other well?
What is respect, if not valuing each other well?
Why is that I always don't prefer a colorful rainbow?
Why is that it is oftentimes white, black and grey,
And still beautiful?
©daffodilpearlzz -
love is a luxury
Hence, it is expensive
©1crimson -
rapunzel17 65w
The most beautiful clothes that can dress a woman are the arms of the man she loves the most.
©rapunzel17
