We talk about being pieces.
Of hims and hers. Of moments. Of pain and happiness.
To say we are made of pieces, no.
I am made up of wholes.
Hims and hers. Of moments. Of pain and happiness.
The magnitude of those entities are unimaginable blessings.
They are wholes. What an injustice to the accumulation of our beings to label them as merely, pieces.
We are all made up of wholes.
Hims and hers. Of moments. Of pain and happiness.
I am whole without them, but with them. I am much more.
And my life is about being more.
//I am made up of wholes//
Feb 20, 2019
Feb 20, 2019 at 2:11 PM UTC
I am an empty street
With one flickering light
Quiet, still and uncertain
Black, paved, cracked and dusty.
Not even the moon dares to be seen
Hiding within the ceiling of the world with clouds as it’s curtains
I am an empty street
With one flickering light
All the insects,
Pests of the night.
Swarm
They swarm toward my almost off’d light
Covering me
Smothering all my might
Now, I am an avid reader in the dark
I crave dust, cracks and broken side walks
The day will break away the pests of the night
I will find a tomorrow
With a sunrise so bright
It was never the dark that mortified me.
It was All the light.
And all is what we should be wholesomely frightened of but bravely walking toward
I am an empty street
With a bright road ahead
Stunned with light, promising and enduring
Bright, paved, cracked and dusty
//Now you see. All with light.//
Feb 20, 2019
Feb 20, 2019 at 2:06 PM UTC
Tonight is for the hopeless romantics;
Lifting souls and quivering helplessly in the arms of your dance partner.
Where the smoke of ***** Dancing cascades over your smitten presence
That dance.
Is all a romantic ever dreams of
Thrusting, holding, heavy breathing and dancing in unity.
The look that screams “My Love, you are irredeemably the most fearsome thing to behold”
That is what we deserve.
Not every lover knows that their bodies can move to a rhythm as boisterous as their heartbeat on a moonlit night in front of an audience.
True.
But when I see you,
Oh my darling
When I see you
My insides need to feel the jolt of passion - the way that dance looks.
Now that’s for the lovers;
That’s what we deserve.
Pretty dresses, shiny shoes, glittery nights and suits.
They are all in your heart.
Beautiful souls;
Being beautifully in love.
Iridescent on the inside.
One dance changes a heartbeat
And then it becomes evergreen
//find your dance partner//
Feb 20, 2019
Feb 20, 2019 at 1:40 PM UTC
We talk about being pieces. Of hims and hers. Of moments. Of pain and happiness.
To say we are made of pieces, no.
I am made up of wholes.
Hims and hers. Of moments. Of pain and happiness.
The magnitude of those entities are so much.
They are wholes. What an injustice to the accumulation of our beings to label them as merely, pieces.
We are all made up of wholes.
Hims and hers. Of moments. Of pain and happiness.
I am whole without them, but with them. I am much more.
And my life is about being more.
Feb 9, 2019
Feb 9, 2019 at 12:19 AM UTC
People
Full of past, denial, love, lust, ambition and always sailing.
Irony. They are irony. And most nights it’s never poetic.
Their placid exterior, a sort of mystery. We all want to believe that there is a deepness beneath. But with a society full of sameness how can goals not be the mediocre achievements of things?
We all learn sooner or later that only a few things are needed to be irrevocably happy.
Life is such a funny thing. Humans are even stranger. Why is it that we need to expose ourselves to absolutely all of life’s shallowness to learn that we can actually swim really well in the deep and find happiness in the pruning of our skin. Softening us, allowing us to do the very thing we were meant to do. Love.
Ugh love, that shoddy thing. That word has been so stained. No one wants to hear it anymore. Poor souls.
Let the tiresome and noisy ships sail. A sailing ship will never succumb to the still water’s depth because it is in a constant state of motion. The people on those ships will merely peer off the railings, too afraid of not the depth, but perhaps the mermaids, and maybe there is magic in the depth. But they’ll never know.
Dec 20, 2018
Dec 20, 2018 at 12:31 PM UTC
There is so much getting lost in this place
And I don't mean things like a book or a pair of sunglasses that's been carelessly misplaced with the hope that it might be somewhere around if I just spent time looking for it.
No.
I have lost things that I will never find no matter how many pillows I look under.
Entire people have vanished
I'm so tired of losing
I've lost pencils and friends and almost-people
I've lost a brother and a father
And how much more am I going to lose?
When will I stop losing?
People start to leave just when I begin to understand how they fit into my life.
Jan 1, 2018
Jan 1, 2018 at 2:42 PM UTC
In an ever changing world
Who am I?
Am I the blue and red hues of my most favored colours,
Am I the moon I praise,
Am I the friends that nurture me,
Or the job that decorates me?
See, the question of who am I has been stuck to my forehead ever since I yelped into existence
So is it true to say that all of life's embellishments are what make me so?
They are therefore I am?
What if I was blind?
And jobless
With no friends...
Then who would I be?
We are not toasters, with a limited function. That's why who we are is so perplexing.
It is known, I am human, female, Indian, but all the technicalities in the world still do not explicitly explain what makes my soul the way it is.
Who am I?
"Brave and therefore scared"
To find the difference between what we are and who we are is a life long task
There is never a moment where you can undoubtedly say,
"This is me and this will always be me"
We are unpredictable with depths not even ourselves can comprehend until it happens
I am not so much what I do or have; but I am who I am because I do those things, because of the choices and actions behind those decisions to be and do.
I am in a constant state of
"this is me right now"
And one day sitting on a rocking chair
I will collect all the moments and say,
"so this has been me"
And that's when you know, who you are.
This is my belief.
Dec 31, 2017
Dec 31, 2017 at 4:15 AM UTC
You are an exquisite Art piece
Full of blinding beauty that shines from beyond what meets the eyes
Your mind bellows with all things to be fancied
And your heart
Oh your heart
I wish to find a heart like yours
You love like you've never been lonely
And you laugh like your eyes have never been pierced by the calamities of this world
You are spellbinding my love
You possess a world of sentiment and tenderness
And you nurture life with the whirl of a hurricane in your eyes
But where is the time?
I am busy with the things of the world
My heart is just here
- in between my rib cage
Imprisoned by my mind
You embody the ideals of what my mind, body and soul have unknowingly searched for,
But my eyes are closed
My mind is occupied
I have no energy for your personality
- the end -
Aug 16, 2017
Aug 16, 2017 at 4:35 PM UTC
Hamartia: a fatal flaw leading to the downfall of a tragic hero or heroine
In the spectrum of his life - She was his hamartia, and it was a travesty that he crumbled like he did just from her gaze.
But he was human. Not a hero. And she brought him back down to earth. Where he belonged - with her.
Aug 16, 2017
Aug 16, 2017 at 5:35 AM UTC
I am not afraid to love
someone whose eyes sparkle
someone whose passion pours out of their pores
I am not afraid to love
Someone in a moment of their monotonous and mundane weeks
Or someone who wants to be left entirely alone
I am not afraid to love
Someone who is wrong and fights to be right
Someone who is arrogant and hot tempered
I am not afraid to love
Someone with minor or major flaws
Someone with insecurities as vast as the ocean
I am not afraid at all.
But I am afraid
that after loving someone with all my might
And investing an entire new routine of fitting them into my thought pattern, my heart, my soul, and knowing that everything I see echoes them
They fizzle out
And particles remain
To remind me
of what I do not have anymore
And was I never enough to be stained onto their lives?
I am not afraid to love
Those who can love me back
And love me back
And love me back
And love me
back.
Aug 7, 2017
Aug 7, 2017 at 6:15 AM UTC