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CE Uptain 20h
I’m addicted to memories, they flood my brain
Some cause happy tears, others cry in pain
Long days in the sunshine, the nights we had
I try to remember good times, but there are some bad

Strong memories of family, for all the ones who’ve passed
Thoughts of all the love I felt, I hope those memories last
I remember the days of summer we all spent together
I try to forget the days of stormy weather

I can’t remember it all, I’m getting too old
I can still feel love in every memory I hold
Life is just a simple thing, we live, love and die
My addiction to memories, always makes me cry
Another one of my many addictions.
I’d break into our old family home
if it was still standing tall.
Electrical cords and floorboards;
that I would finely comb.
Searching for traces of us; big or small.

I should’ve taken the tub,
and the dryer was brand new.
I know they ripped up each stump and stub
and the yellow roses the year they finally grew.

This is just a missing piece,
this is where I used to live.
Memorized the trees and the streets,
and the faces I would greet,
to go see it again; what I wouldn’t give.

I’d break into our old family house,
if it was still standing tall.
As I dowse, no sound or a mouse,
was it ever even there at all?

Why did they lose the shed?
Why did they cover the lot?
It looks better in my head
than the day it was finally bought.

This is just a missing past,
this is where we used to coexist,
those rare family moments that I miss.
They’re now lost to the abyss,
I don’t remember the last.

I’d go back in time but
I wouldn’t want to impose.
Truth is the door is shut,
realize that road is closed.

I’m sad I don’t live there anymore,
I grew up; have my own walls and own floor.
A woman who loves me and her I adore,
but these thoughts still wash ashore.
Listening to The Old Apartment and feeling it sometimes.
Thanu 2d
Grief isn’t always loud.

Sometimes it sits beside you
like an old friend
who doesn’t need to talk
to be heard.

Sometimes,
grief is not about what happened.
It’s about what didn’t.

The goodbye you never said.
The hug you never got.
The feeling of walking into a room
and being known
without having to explain a thing.

You carry it
in the way you walk,
in the way your playlist has changed,
in the way you write poems
because there’s nowhere else
to put the ache.

But even this—
this quiet grief—
is a form of love.
A way of saying
“That life mattered.
That version of me still exists.
I remember.”

And remembering
is brave.
moving away against my own will... life is sour sometimes ^^
n 5d
I was never one to take
hot showers, but now
the waters scalding.

Hope to numb the pain —
to burn the scent, scar the skin.

The water keeps getting hotter
and hotter,
my bones are growing colder
and colder.
I feel it in my bones
When im all alone
It gives my grief a home
Unexpected and unknown

The sadness keeps you with me
Heart breaking to the third degree
I thought our end would mean we're free
But your memory grows like a tree

All through my mind
I was evil, when you were kind
Puts my feelings in quite the bind
Guilt is all I seem to find

When you lose someone you used to defend,
New regrets surface you can't comprehend.
Now put on a smile and try to pretend,
But don’t forget—you created the end.

Five years ago
My true colors showed
My reply to you was no
I told you you needed to go
You said we can still be friends right
I said its not fair to fill your thoughts at night
Your future deserves clear eye sight
It was just like you to let me win that fight

You asked for a hug goodbye
Under a star filled dark night sky
When I said I never loved you , I lied
I never expected so soon you'd die

As I write this i am married
As for you, you'll soon be buried
Your casket wont be the only thing carried
As my tortured thoughts are no longer parried

So long to a former beau
You've opened wounds That have no way to sew
I always thought my feelings for you were faux
I didnt realize youd bring me to an all time low

Your karma will do its work
As your memory it will lurke
Because when you dropped dead at work
We both know it was me that was the merk

C.K. Orzen
शब्द वापरून वाक्य बनवली जातात,
वाक्य वापरून मनातील भाव मांडले जातात.
एकेकाळी मी ज्यांच्याशी तासंतास बोलायचो,
ते आजकाल फक्त कामासाठी phone करतात.

Priority नाही आहे मी कोणाची,
फक्त एक option म्हणून उरलोय आता.
आयुष्याच्या झाडाची टवटवीत फुलं
कोमेजलेली दिसतात येताजाता.

आजकाल काही share केलं जात नाही,
WhatsApp ग्रुप्सला कधी add केलं जात नाही.
लोक भरपूर आहेत आजूबाजूला –
मित्र तर नाहीत, पण आठवणी उरल्यात काही.

मला मान्य आहे की मी आहे एक failure,
नाही जमल्या मला काही गोष्टी करायला.
आयुष्याच्या या सांडलेल्या कचऱ्याला
मला एकट्यालाच लागेल भरायला.
ही कविता १३ नोव्हेंबर २०२२ रोजी लिहिलेली आहे
बोलताना तुझ्याशी भान मी हरपलो,
तुला बघायला दररोज मी तरसलो.
भेटशील तू मला, ही आशा मनात होती,
पण भेटायला तुला योग्य संधी मिळत नव्हती.

मी मारलेल्या जोकवर तुझं खदखदून हसणं,
तू दिलेल्या सरप्राइजनं माझं आश्चर्यचकित होणं,
मी दुःखी असताना तुझे डोळे पाणावणं,
तू अडचणीत असताना माझं मदतीस सरसावणं.

आठवण येत होती मला कायम ह्या सगळ्याची,
पण तुझी सावलीदेखील माझ्या आसपास नसायची.
कायम मी जगायचो तुझ्या आठवणींमध्ये,
कायम मी बघत राहायचो तुझ्या फोटोकडे.

परत सोडून गेलीस तर जगणं अशक्य होईल मला,
माझ्या मनातली ही भावना मी कशी सांगू तुला?
कदाचित देवानेच आहे आपलं कनेक्शन जोडलेलं,
कारण नातं आहे आपलं शब्दांच्या पलीकडचं.
ही कविता ०२ जुलै २०२० रोजी लिहिलेली आहे
मनातल्या कोपऱ्यात आहे
आठवणींचा ठेवा,
ती बरोबर असण्याचा आनंद
त्यांच्याच मदतीने घ्यावा.

प्रेमात कायम जवळ असणं
हे गरजेचं नसतं,
लांब असूनदेखील मला
ओढ तुझीच असते.

सतत तुझा वाटतो अभिमान,
आनंददेखील होतो,
पण एकत्र आनंद साजरा करण्याचा
मोका माझ्याकडे नसतो.

माझी काळजी करू नकोस
असं मी कायम तुला सांगतो,
तुझ्या काळजीत मात्र मी
माझा प्रत्येक क्षण काढतो.
ही कविता २४ जून २०२० रोजी लिहिलेली आहे
मन भरून आले तुला पाहून,
आठवण येत होती तुझी.
तुला सांगायचं गेले राहून
मनातली गोड भावना माझी.

सुंदर दिसत होतीस तू,
नेहेमीसारखीच हसत होतीस,
पण तुझ्या हसण्याचा आनंद तू
मला मिळून देत नव्हतीस.

खूप समजावलं मी मनाला माझ्या –
नको तिची आठवण काढूस,
आठवणींच्या पेटाऱ्याला तुझ्या
पाहून नको अश्रू गाळूस.

पण तरीही, कधीतरी दार वाजल्यावर
तू भेटायला आलीयस असं वाटतं,
दारात कोणी तरी दुसराच दिसल्यावर
मन पुन्हा एकदा तुटतं.
ही कविता ०५ जून २०२० रोजी लिहिलेली आहे
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