Moon And You.
no matter what colour it reflects
the moon is
the best part of a night
just like you're
the best part of me
©stilliam
stilliam
Am I?
-
stilliam 146w
I ask you
to look at the moon
because it reminds me
of you
no, not because
how damn beautiful it is
just like you
but because of its changing shades
from orange to blood red
yellow to golden
white to black
the moon goes through
many colours
changing night by night
sometimes hour by hour
like you go through phases
sometimes just the best person
sometimes just an usual girl
sometimes a bit dark
sometimes the brightest light
sometimes the strongest
sometimes the weakest
but you see
no matter what colour it reflects
the moon is
the best part of a night
just like you're
the best part of me
©stilliam
// For my moon @saumyabadjatya -
stilliam 190w
Legends say, "You only fall in love once." And I couldn't agree more! But how is this possible? I, myself, fell in love twice. So, was my love for one fake?
My first love was the darkness you get addicted to, while the second came like a ray of hope spreading light of inspiration in the darkest corners of my heart.
My first love was like sitting in front of a bonfire on a winter night, enjoying with friends in the woods. Second one is like waking up in a house situated between mountains, feeling the cold breezes while standing on the balcony in a winter morning.
My first love, It was an open act of emotions. I wanted to express everything I felt to her in every way I could. And the second one is a secret I kept from the world, a secret I kept from her too. She still doesn't know I love her.
What I'm trying to say is that my first love was nothing like the last one. I love both of them differently. The legends were right, you can only fall in love once, because everytime you fall in love, it's a different kind of love.
©stilliamDifferent Kind Of Love
My first love, It was an open act of emotions. I wanted to express everything I felt to her in every way I could. And the second one is a secret I kept from the world, a secret I kept from her too. She still doesn't know I love her.
©stilliam -
Silence
The silence between us isn't the same anymore.
©stilliam -
stilliam 214w
Now when I look back, I think that the mistake wasn't all yours. I'm more to blame than you are.
You never had feelings for me. And somewhere inside my heart, I knew about this. You always thought of me as your best friend.
But still I kept imagining a life with you. A beautiful morning where we wake up together. A home where our future exists. A world where we need nothing but our love to survive.
You never said you love me. I just assumed you do. I misinterpreted your care as a friend to your care as a lover.
In 12 years of our friendship, I've never been wrong about you, but this one time, my feelings took over my senses and made me falsely believe that you love me.
And then on one hell of a day, I confessed about my feelings. You became my partner because you knew it would make me happy. We were together for months. Then you left.
Your leaving, hurt like someone just stabbed my heart with a broken glass and then started slowly moving it through my chest, piercing every inch of my tissue to its core and breaking my heart into infinite pieces.
It hurt so bad because I lost my partner and my best friend at the same time. I always used to blame you for my situation. But now, I've realised that I'm more responsible for it than you are.
I know why you left. You couldn't be in suffocating one sided relationship where you were forced to love someone. You had to leave. I'm sorry I didn't understand this then. If I did, I would've suppressed my feelings and never let you go.
I still imagine us together, but now I do it through my writings. Inside them, I still keep you close to my scar filled heart.
©stilliamMistake
Your leaving, hurt like someone just stabbed my heart with a broken glass and then started slowly moving it through my chest, piercing every inch of my tissue to its core and breaking my heart into infinite pieces.
©stilliam -
Lost
I found a home while I was lost in your love.
I lost everything else when I was inside that home.
©stilliam -
stilliam 216w
Did I ever tell you that I love the period of new moon(Amavasya, to be precise.)? Well, I do. It's that time of the month when the sky is filled with nothing but darkness. You know I love darkness, right?
See, when there is a moon illuminating the night, many people will be with you. But when there is darkness and no one can see you, nobody will even try to find you. You can be alone as much as you want to. And I love being alone.
Being alone is not a good thing, I know, but its better than being surrounded by fake people. I know you hate this thing about me, you never liked me being alone. It is one of the reasons why I fell for you, because in that darkness, when everybody else left, you held my hand so tight and close to yourself that it was hard to let go and be alone.
I think it is also one of the reasons why it hurt so bad when you left. Because instead of leaving me in darkness, you left my hand in broad daylight. I was suddenly surrounded by enormous amount of people to support and comfort me, I wasn't alone at all. Well played, hats off to you.
You know, at that time, I may had everyone by my side, but I was still alone from the inside. Because the only person that removed loneliness from my life, was you.
©stilliam
P.S. I know it feels incomplete, but I don't know why, I'm just in love with incomplete things.Amavasya
It is one of the reasons why I fell for you, because in that darkness, when everybody else left, you held my hand so tight and close to yourself that it was hard to let go and be alone.
©stilliam -
Morose
When my heart became morose,
I picked a pen and then arose.
©stilliam -
Sad Song
On the gate of my abandoned heart
Lies a hope of a brand new start
Which dies everyday
Waiting for you
When this hope gets tired of waiting
It starts wandering
In the nothingness
Of my broken pieces
This wandering creates a familiar sound
Feels something like a sad song
And isn't that the truth?
I'm just a sad song without you
©stilliam -
Portrait
Together we created
The most beautiful portrait
Ever invented
The one with our love etched in it
You left
Spilling water and dark colours
All over it
Turning it into
A massacre of emotions
I've to live in
©stilliam -
stilliam 222w
To 'The one who broke me'
Hey! How are you? Eh... Why am I even asking this? Of course you're happy. I saw you, you were way too happy. Wondering when I saw you? Let me tell you.
I was stalking you. Yeah, like every other creepy ex-lover, I was stalking you too. Don't ask me why after a year, 'cause I don't have a answer for that. (If there's a line of creepiness, that's not even a dot to me now.)
I was missing you. So I opened my fake account. Yes exactly! A fake account, because, of course, I blocked you from my personal one. (Aakhir self respect bhi kuch chiz hoti hai!) Today, I opened this account after almost 8 months. In the last 8 months, I missed you, but not this much to open an account just to see your pics. (Actually, miss to bohot kiya hai but self control tha.) Today, I was out of control!
When I opened your account, I realised that I've come to new place where I've never been before. All of your posts, in which most of them were of us, were deleted and all the current ones are with him. In the current ones, your smile is as big as I never got to see. I knew you'll move on to someone new, but literally, this fast and this much that you totally forgot I exist. (Here I'm just trying to hide the fact that you never cared about me anyway.)
And if you're thinking that I came to the conclusion that you're happy just by seeing your smile in those pics, then you are wrong. A smile can be faked for a photograph. (I know the difference between your real smile and fake, but confirm krne mein mera kya jata hai.) Now the interesting part comes, where I actually become a stalker.
I followed you to coffeehouse where you two were supposed to meet today. Don't ask me how I know that. (I have contacts. No, actually you made me a perfect stalker. Thanks girl!) I sat on the table behind you. I sat there and listened to your shit for an hour straight. That's when I came to the conclusion that you're genuinely happy and way more than you ever were!
Now you are probably thinking why am I writing you all this, why am I making myself look like shit. I don't know. (I SERIOUSLY DON'T KNOW!) Nevermind. I am actually happy for you. I'm happy that you're happy. (You see, here I'm trying to hide my pain.) Hahaha! Bye.
From 'The one who's actually crazy'
©stilliamStalker
I was stalking you. Yeah, like every other creepy ex-lover, I was stalking you too. Don't ask me why after a year, 'cause I don't have a answer for that. (If there's a line of creepiness, that's not even a dot to me now.)
©stilliam
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whatamess 111w
Hold me close
My hands are falling weak
Hold me tight
Before my hands fall lifeless
Hold me close
My breath is becoming shorter
Hold me tight
Before my breath ceases
Hold me close
My heart is getting heavier
Hold me tight
Before my heart stops beating
Hold me close
My eyes are tired of crying
Hold me tight
Before my eyes refuse to open
Hold me close
I can't find any meaning in life
Hold me tight
Before there's no life left to find meaning in
Hold me close
I can't sleep at night
Hold me tight
Before I sleep forever
©️whatamessHold me
©whatamess -
saumyabadjatya 122w
It's been days since I let my thoughts spill over the paper,
Weeks since I stained my hands with ink,
I have spent months with these words tied up my throat suffocating me and my emotions working as the stool I'm standing on and on the verge of letting go.
Setting me free.
.
.
.
#writersblock #semicolon #ink
#spilledbottle #drunkonwords #emotions
@stilliam
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©saumyabadjatyaWriters block
©saumyabadjatya
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"Love is like wine, the more it ages, the better it tastes."
©darklord__11 -
dark__lord 128w
LOVE AT WAR.
Let love flow past treason,
to a little older date when misery and war cease to exist.
Let there be happiness spread,
across the faces lit with joy.
Let love too like war get into people's mind,
irrespective of age or sex.
Let the death which made love tremble with fear no longer exist,
perhaps let death meet it's own death as fate.
Let the barren warfields now become lush green meadows,
where crickets can sing in the language of love.
Let there be a golden field where gods redeemed shall ever sleep.
Let these words of a stranger,
become live, with life and love.
© DarkLord. #life #poetry #thoughts #natureLove at War
Let there be a golden field where gods redeemed shall ever sleep.
©darklord__11 -
Hum us pathjhad se aaye premi hai,
Waqt badle, rooh badle, ruth badle,
Hum nahi badalne waale.
©darklord__11 -
Autumn and spring passed again,
As for me,
I am still waiting for our season of love.
©darklord__11 -
whatamess 131w
TRIGGER WARNING
* silence *
* silence *
* silence *
* throat hurts *
"Who can help?"
* eyes well up *
"You can help."
"No, you're strong! You're strong!"
* teardrop rolls down *
"It's all ok. You're strong, hmm."
* breakdown *
"Kill yourself."
"Kill yourself!"
* silence *
*silence *
"Kill yourself?"
* silence *
* movement *
* silence *
Silence.
©️whatamess
@writersnetworkSilence.
©whatamess -
कुछ है, जो नही है।
©whatamess -
thereshamsharma 138w
I remember the sound of your name rolling over my tongue like a sip of the oldest wine from my cupboard, and your smile resting over my lips like the last puff of cigarette. I remember the heavy weight of your letter in my hands, choking my veins off the little streams of hope flowing through them. I remember your gaze aimed at my eyes, only this time, eclipsed with reflecting tears. And the memory now pushed down my throat with the last pill I gulp in.
I remember your touch echoing in my body the first time you held my hand. And your lips painting mine with strokes of passion only to leave behind blots of your betrayal. I remember you walking towards me like a folded airplane piercing through the clouds while my heart awaited your landing, only to realise your wings belonged to someone else's sky. And now shutting the drapes of my eyes to that act as I puppet the play to end.
I remember your words bathing my flesh with goosebumps and your silence like warm breaths near my heart. I remember your texts notifying me of sunrise and your calls being my alarm. And now I remove those files from the disk of my mind with this poison taking over my mind.
I remember you walking away like sand grains slipping through my hand while I stood amidst the desert, having you and not still. And I remember the dead silence of the following night louder than your unsaid goodbye. And now I let it slip away from my soul as life flows out from my body.
I remember your love drowning in the sky and myself into the ground, only now everything was dry.
©ThereshamsharmaI remember your love drowning in the sky and myself into the ground, only now everything was dry.
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thereshamsharma 139w
I felt the newspaper screaming to my eyes, 'The world's at war. You either walk yourself to the grave, or they bring the grave to you.'
The sun knocks over your lids and the wind embraces your flesh, you stretch away the dream and get up to the battles roaring in the streets. As the first sip of morning coffee kisses your mouth, the first words on the newspaper grasp your soul and you wonder if you'd wake up tomorrow to your own obituary gilded in flowery words whilst you were left to die in the bed of thorns.
The phone screen wakes up to a message from your mom asking you to be safe, and you smile to yourself while the mask hides your quivering lips. You ensure the speed dial list on your phone and lock the door bidding a silent, unsure goodbye to your home.
People often walk on streets looking down to avoid stepping on something unwanted, while your eyes wander over every shadow that stays beside yours for long. People sit in their cabs and enjoy the view through the windows, capturing the tinted clouds in their cameras, whilst you keep checking the maps throughout the journey, looking out the same window begging the sun to stay a little longer.
As the sun drowns into the sea, your heart sinks into a pool of fear, deeper than any ocean they show on Discovery, only you never switched from the news channel. You keep pulling your sweater down, and keep your gaze on the streetlights gleaming with bleak rays of hope.
And you open the door to your home, breathing a sigh of relief, texting your mom, this day again you managed to be safe and alive. And you wake up next morning to another sip of the morning news that burns your tongue, looking at the replies complimenting your smile on today's Instagram story with deep, saddened eyes.
©thereshamsharma'The world's at war. You either walk yourself to the grave, or they bring the grave to you.'
