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Pamela
19/F/India I like putting deep feelings into words.
A song of beauty, a storm of sadness Coexist in my heart Neath the stone cold outer, it hurts and heals Letting in gale after gale, not once the lock holding fast Limerence and love collide, collide Reality and fantasy alternate, tide after tide In one life, we live a million different lives In one life, we traverse a thousand miles Knowing or unknowing, we touch many a life Some left despondent, some with smiles So much to do, so much to say So much regret we carry, each and every day So many lessons learnt, yet not one nigh Not one nigh the art of saying goodbye Clouded by hunger and bound by thirst We see what we want to, unless coerced Nostalgic, for the past we mourn and yearn The present awaits us, undiscerned Life passes us by, mutely we spectate Gate-crashed by ebbs and flows, rendered desolate We do things wrong, we do them right Lost in the immense horizon, we lose sight Whatever our secrets, we confide in the night For, the moon and stars, hold wisdom erudite Long after it is gone, we stay and wait What holds us back, it never abates All the will we summon goes awry For never have we known the art of saying goodbye
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Oct 4, 2020
Oct 4, 2020 at 1:46 PM UTC
The Art of Saying Goodbye
Me, I'm loveless Chasing empty dream after dream Holding on for so long To something that's already gone downstream You, you're loveless For reasons I cannot fathom Though I sense love seems to you Like a bottomless chasm Somewhere in this struggle, love found you and me When we need it most, love never lets us down My heart, breaking into music and my senses drifting away, I fell for you. It seemed like a heavy moment You and me, cooped up In the interval between one waning second and another.. Such a miniscule, yet such beauty I swear I saw it in your faltering eyes In the seconds you lingered near me The throes of solitude The longing to come close I swear I heard it in the strain of your voice You feeling that you had no choice Why do you hide behind a veil of disdain when your heart tells a different story? Will we always remain two soundless hearts in love? I have waited so long To clasp your hand and take you far I have longed night and day To breathe in your scent and never let you go Trust me, the daylight will never fade And I will never leave your side I know love's hard, but let's do this right In our fanciest fantasies, let's reside So my love, there goes it A tiny piece of my heart, I place before you Hoping that it renders my love true Broken and bleeding, yet beating for you..
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Aug 7, 2020
Aug 7, 2020 at 1:37 PM UTC
Love
When I see you smile When I see you laugh I wanna cling to you Like you're my pillar Once upon a time You meant something to me There ain't no one Who could be your filler Oh, who put this distance between us? Overwhelmingly long for me to cross Oh, who chalked out this plan for us? Because I don't talk with you Even if you're across Oh, how do I comfort A heart that once loved you? Oh, how do I explain? Oh, how do I destroy your memories? When I wanna live them all again.. It's so hard to say But it's only fair To say that I loved you Though I didn't make it bare I knew you cared Just not enough To say no more, I dared As I called your bluff Oh, why did the good times have to end? Like dew that melts At the touch of the morning sun? Oh, why am I slipping down a gaping hole? Wishing with all my might that the past were undone... Oh, how do I comfort A heart that once loved you? Oh, how do I ease the pain? With a single word And a single look You set me on fire again.. So soon a friend So soon a stranger It all happened overnight.. You lit me up Like a thousand lights Now I'm dark but my tears are bright..
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Jun 3, 2020
Jun 3, 2020 at 1:19 AM UTC
A heart that once loved you
My father doesn’t talk to me anymore.   When I was two, I was his bundle of love. Every time he held me, you could tell that his eyes glowed with pride and affection.   When I was seven, I ran to him crying. I told him there was a monster under my bed. And he told me, “Sweetie, monsters aren’t real.” And when I was eleven, I knew he was lying. Because, he became the monster on my bed. It started suddenly. The trips to my bedroom. The recurring hugs and kisses. The lying next to me. The caressing my hand. Then caressing everywhere. And then the sudden mood swings. The looks. The alcohol. Then the disrobing. Of me. The forced disrobing. First, I resisted. Then, I gave in. Later along the way, I gave up. There were times when I tried to escape, but couldn’t. The ‘monster’ caught me when I tried to run. “No one runs away from home, sweetie” his dry voice still haunts me. Every time I tried to talk about it, somehow the words stuck in my throat. ‘No one will believe you’ was what I told myself.   Those cold fingers found their way about, just everywhere. Those colder eyes had seen everything to see.   Then, the blow fell. I was destroyed. Wasted. Emotionally and physically. Now, the picture was complete. “What did you even raise me for? For this?” was all I could manage before I fell into a deep slumber. At times, I wondered. Just for a day, could I see? The dad I loved? The dad I believed in? At the least, a decent human being. And not the sick monster who preyed on me every night. Then, one sunny morning the cops came. I’d finally done it. “They took him away to a bad, bad place where bad, bad men live. You are safe now, sweetie” the officer told me. The look on my father’s place was a mixture of regret and hate and disappointment. And curiously, relief. My father doesn’t talk to me anymore.
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May 14, 2020
May 14, 2020 at 1:41 PM UTC
Father's fetish
My father doesn’t talk to me anymore.   When I was two, I was his bundle of love. Every time he held me, you could tell that his eyes glowed with pride and affection.   When I was seven, I ran to him crying. I told him there was a monster under my bed. And he told me, “Sweetie, monsters aren’t real.” And when I was eleven, I knew he was lying. Because, he became the monster on my bed. It started suddenly. The trips to my bedroom. The recurring hugs and kisses. The lying next to me. The caressing my hand. Then caressing everywhere. And then the sudden mood swings. The looks. The alcohol. Then the disrobing. Of me. The forced disrobing. First, I resisted. Then, I gave in. Later along the way, I gave up. There were times when I tried to escape, but couldn’t. The ‘monster’ caught me when I tried to run. “No one runs away from home, sweetie” his dry voice still haunts me. Every time I tried to talk about it, somehow the words stuck in my throat. ‘No one will believe you’ was what I told myself.   Those cold fingers found their way about, just everywhere. Those colder eyes had seen everything to see.   Then, the blow fell. I was destroyed. Wasted. Emotionally and physically. Now, the picture was complete. “What did you even raise me for? For this?” was all I could manage before I fell into a deep slumber. At times, I wondered. Just for a day, could I see? The dad I loved? The dad I believed in? At the least, a decent human being. And not the sick monster who preyed on me every night. Then, one sunny morning the cops came. I’d finally done it. “They took him away to a bad, bad place where bad, bad men live. You are safe now, sweetie” the officer told me. The look on my father’s place was a mixture of regret and hate and disappointment. And curiously, relief. My father doesn’t talk to me anymore.
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I held you close, I felt your lips I knew you so much, like I knew myself I took in your eyes, I took in your warmth I dissolved in a pool of your soft voice I unlocked your being, I saw you unravel Until you faded into the mist of nothingness I had been dreaming again Now I’m lonely and in pain… Life stole you from me…. My soul shatters at your absence Your memories wring me in and out How do I ever unlove you When I’d betrothed my heart, soul and existence to thee Was I not worthy Of a single goodbye??.... My breath struggles as I try to suppress a scream And then they flow, the tears and the madness Like river currents Unleashed by the pressing sadness within You! You made me believe in love Every inch of me longs for you to return Oh please! Come back I can live no longer My breath’s struggling And the end seems near I’m lying abandoned, but there’s no ‘you’ No ‘you’ to steer me away from this grief No farewells, no goodbyes Just empty promises You’re gone, and with you, gone is everything I ever had But I am still mourning That you’re gone, without a goodbye…..
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May 14, 2020
May 14, 2020 at 9:15 AM UTC
Gone but no goodbye
Curled up in your arms, Looking into your eyes And in them I see A million reasons why I fell in love with all of you The moment I realized you were mine to hold And mine to kiss And mine to make love to Only, how time passes! And today, you’re still here Not a passing dream In love with you More than I could imagine ever I don’t want a candlelit romance I don’t wanna dance under the stars I don’t want a bed of red roses With a sprinkle of rain upon my cheek I just want you to hold me tight And coat me with your kisses Hold me close, let go never Shackled to your eyes Welded to your body By the fever of excitement That ripples across me when you come closer This is enough, to last me for a very long time Lying curled up in your arms And looking into your eyes…
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May 14, 2020
May 14, 2020 at 8:57 AM UTC
Easy to love
I can’t seem to get sleep today. I’m thinking about us. Being friends with you has always felt different. As another friend of mine puts it ‘You look like you’re over the moon, around him.’ And it couldn’t be truer, I feel it too. We are always together, during the break or while hanging out or wherever. I can’t seem to remember what my life felt like, before you happened. I find myself looking for reasons to touch you. No, mister, that brush against your hand wasn’t unintentional. Don’t you ever believe that. When it’s time to say goodbye, I see your eyes searching mine. I see your emotions clash, so do mine. And I see us wanting to do nothing about it. I see us, in the distant future, old and wrinkled, carrying a baggage of regret. Yesterday, I looked into the mirror and asked myself this question: ‘Are we mad?’ And I swear, I felt like a total sucker. And yes, we are mad. For finding something beautiful and not stopping by to appreciate it. For holding this incredible piece of treasure and trying to shove it all away. For feeling this lovely emotion and attempting to shun it. Whatever you do, whatever you say, makes me want to laugh a little harder, love you a little deeper and trust you a lot more than I’ve ever done anybody. That day you told me this ‘Love is nothing but wanting to be the best version of yourself for that special somebody.’ And that’s exactly what we are, to each other, our finest of the finest versions. And yet we do not want to realize the truth, hanging between us like a ghost. Are we so blind that we can’t recognize love even when it stares at us full in the eye? Yes, sir, love finds you. But only if you’re willing to let it in. So next time someone asks me if I have a thing for you, I will say ‘Yes, I do.’ Then I’ll sneak behind you and give you a big hug. I’ll hold your hand and tell you that you are not just a friend. That you are something more.
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May 5, 2020
May 5, 2020 at 11:57 AM UTC
Something more
I can’t seem to get sleep today. I’m thinking about us. Being friends with you has always felt different. As another friend of mine puts it ‘You look like you’re over the moon, around him.’ And it couldn’t be truer, I feel it too. We are always together, during the break or while hanging out or wherever. I can’t seem to remember what my life felt like, before you happened. I find myself looking for reasons to touch you. No, mister, that brush against your hand wasn’t unintentional. Don’t you ever believe that. When it’s time to say goodbye, I see your eyes searching mine. I see your emotions clash, so do mine. And I see us wanting to do nothing about it. I see us, in the distant future, old and wrinkled, carrying a baggage of regret. Yesterday, I looked into the mirror and asked myself this question: ‘Are we mad?’ And I swear, I felt like a total sucker. And yes, we are mad. For finding something beautiful and not stopping by to appreciate it. For holding this incredible piece of treasure and trying to shove it all away. For feeling this lovely emotion and attempting to shun it. Whatever you do, whatever you say, makes me want to laugh a little harder, love you a little deeper and trust you a lot more than I’ve ever done anybody. That day you told me this ‘Love is nothing but wanting to be the best version of yourself for that special somebody.’ And that’s exactly what we are, to each other, our finest of the finest versions. And yet we do not want to realize the truth, hanging between us like a ghost. Are we so blind that we can’t recognize love even when it stares at us full in the eye? Yes, sir, love finds you. But only if you’re willing to let it in. So next time someone asks me if I have a thing for you, I will say ‘Yes, I do.’ Then I’ll sneak behind you and give you a big hug. I’ll hold your hand and tell you that you are not just a friend. That you are something more.
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Oh heart! Let go It’s way too late How long can I stay at the mercy of fate? Oh heart! Let go Else I may break No more sorrow can this soul take Oh heart! Let go For I no more can bear Tread lightly upon this adulation’s lair Oh heart! Let go Of those eyes that shackle For all of me is in shambles Oh heart! Let go Of the searing hunger That let you walk alone in love’s cloister Oh heart! Let go Of those vacant stares For in the end, no one cares
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May 4, 2020
May 4, 2020 at 1:39 PM UTC
Mangled in love
It's okay, it's not exactly heartbreaking When I'm already broken and mending But it hurts when the happiness I imagined Seems close to ending.
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Apr 30, 2020
Apr 30, 2020 at 6:50 AM UTC
Bruised and in love
You ever feel like driving a car with headlights off, in the middle of the night, on a hazy day? You go over that conversation you had yesterday, thinking that you could have been less incriminating. You ever spend time writing out your plans on a sheet of note paper and find it, days later, crumpled in your shelf? And that tiny speck of self esteem inside you just dies. You ever feel you have to tiptoe around your thoughts because the 'real' you wouldn't approve of them? You lie awake half the night, staring at the ceiling fan, at the shifting shadows, at the person next to you, lost in skepticism. You remember that look somebody gave you five years ago one drizzly evening. You remember that situation from last month, wondering why couldn't you have acted differently. You ever feel like you're stuck in a loop? An infinity loop? Because that is just what over thinking is, an infinite loop. An endless assortment of 'what-ifs'. Press 'Stop' and abort the mission. Pull yourself together. Give yourself that pep talk and go do whatever you always wanted to. Every beam of light starts with a flicker. Find your flicker, it's out here. Because one thought is all it takes to give you the most messed up picture of life. And because one little thought is all it really takes to set things right again.
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Apr 29, 2020
Apr 29, 2020 at 5:07 AM UTC
Find your flicker!