How about this time earning your own galaxy instead of promoting others…. ?
Month: August 2020
Pouring Rain….
Your love for me was like
Pouring rain!
It touched me
drizzled onto my body.
Ignited my senses
and left me asking for more.
Drenched in my apprehensions
I was too aroused
by your little nudge to this new world.
Too delusional to think that
I may not be the only recipient
Of the colossal bust
of your poetic monsoon
But what I undauntedly believed
that your water(love) was never enough for me
to get drowned in it.
You always left me hanging
as said,
always left me asking for more.
With the feelings, I never confronted before.
With the emotions, I never deserved before.
Though, was stranded
within the rainbow of feelings
but your mini touch felt
like the pearls of shining handiwork
putting life back into me.
When I am writing
When I am writing
a part of me is always wandering
into the abyss of restless nights.
Where I see my subdued thoughts,
repressed memories, and a lone self
concocting stories, weaving scenarios
and projecting it as my art while I’m being watched.
Mind is never empty
my soul isn’t at one place
ever!
It’s everywhere,
Into people and places
What exactly is penned down
at the end.
Do share your experiences while you write …. ❤️
MIRROR TO HER!!
When the mirror saw her story;
She looked tired from a distance,
worn out from carrying the weight
on her back constantly
to keep everyone happy,
bending to the whims of others
maintaining balance and peace.
Avoiding her own intellect
she reluctantly flowed along the
other’s will because even her own people
didn’t struggle to gauge what she was capable of.
She used to be baffled
when people didn’t understand
the meaning of keeping their own words
Though she didn’t expect much
yet some needle-like voice stung her
and always said ‘I told you so’.
There were days she ignored, but then
sometimes submitting to her inner voice
she started off again
preparing her own tiny world.
Not being able to build beyond a sea castle
she finds herself again
being dumbfounded,
very well aware of the consequences from the start
of her castle being washed away
not because of natural ways
but her own people trampling
over it again and again.
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But when that mirror saw her up close
There was a different side of her
existing only in the wild imaginations.
Far from reality but a sacred, truer side.
Though her body didn’t
but her soul radiated enormous confidence.
She might be socially inept
but in front of that mirror
she let her soul win over the body
in the most beautiful, inspiring ways.
Dancing her woes away
or the struggles,
or the pain she had to endure
while trying hard to be accepted by others
There, at that moment
she celebrated herself to be free of shackles.
admitting herself the most beautiful being
while breathing freely.
When most people were afraid
of facing themselves
No one could beat her
in accepting herself the way she was.
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For this sight
her mirror wished, begged
to come out of her shell
and show the insensitive world
what a sensitive, caring, honest, blunt
soul is capable of.
Enough hiding behind the curtains
it’s her show now
she must come out and play
the way she is designed to play.
Something is always missing…
Something is always left behind. No matter how hard we try to hold on to things, they slip away.
As if those could sense our fears, saw our frightened eyes. But we can’t run away from the fact that every thing or every one has an expiry date. Things wear out. People leave us. Pets move on to better abode.
On the other hand, we never stop being selfish. We still want things till the time we are alive. So that we don’t miss out on any of the life’s treasures which is offered to us.
Our little selfish needs become the purpose to live life. Those wants of keep holding loved ones hands, those non-living stuff reminding us of serene times, those cute moments with our pets of making us more responsible yet glee-wise happy,these times are irreplaceable. So we try harder to not let go of anything and struggles of demanding love leaves a void inside our hearts and as they say something is always missing.