As she cries out in pain, shadows lurk atound the room, smiling and laughing at her demise. A small red stain lays on the carpet beneath her, growing little by little as another shadow hits her again. "How many years have passed since then?" She asks herself, her mind going fully blank as another lash hits her. Not capable of running away from her misery, she takes a sip from her coffee mug and gets up from the bench smiling, leaving the park for another wonderful day of murder.
Alluring almond eye's
Long Persian hair
In the garden she walks
Into her eye's I stare.
Blue into brown
Her eye's are
Shaded by limbs of lashes
Bearing the reflection of the stars
Let new dreams sail
Let beauty prevail
Aesthetics put aside
No eyes could realize
The newborn found inside
Oh ethereal soul,
This the beauty
we must aspire to see
I am taking a walk back through my past, through the faded lanes lined with fallen leaves, drenched in the dew of memories. After 7 years, my eyes seem clearer. What I see makes me happy. It’s probably that I have shed off the dregs and cobwebs that threatened to obscure all the brightness from what could be just life.
Life, in all its majesty, pleasure and pain, boredom and excitement, alternating, pulsating, stimulating. Who doesn’t want to live? Who doesn’t want to see? Who isn’t curious to indulge in this ecstasy?
Lots of love,
A new year longing for the eternal, breathing the ethereal, searching for beauty and light.
A time to absorb the habit of trying, a new decade to develop the generation of people of trust - people that tried, hearts that pursued the deepest meanings of things thru action and experience, not clicking on a digital device or merely imagining.
Not loving by the eyes; from the inside. Not deciding without entering the way of trying.
We're here to leave our mark. Establish a legacy. May we learn by the way of trying. Being humble to recognize the errors, opened to be mature as we walk.
A walk toward beauty and purpose.
It takes courage to follow your heart.
It takes way more than that to explain someone else, what exactly you want to be.
Your vision will be questioned,
Your dreams will be judged,
They will look at you doubtfully, rolling eyes side to side.
They'll keep trying to stop you from what you wanna do.
In the end what will really matter is, if you had the courage to follow what you envisioned to be.
What will really matter is the 'faith' that you will be investing in your intuitions.
And for doing that you will need a constant supporter by your side.
Someone who believes in your dreams, someone special who is ready to take a step ahead with you.
And when it all seems like an dead end,
"Be that sp...
The past year has been a year of learning. Learning to get up on my feet when the ground beneath my feet was slipping away. Learning to be on my own, be my own light. Learning the difference between loving someone and understanding that sometimes that just isn’t enough. Learning that even though I am broken, I am not. That there’s always going to be tomorrow and I can do better. Learning that my love for others doesn’t make me weak but stronger in my will to be better. So strong that it’s enough strength for me and them. Often we hear that being a loving soul in today’s world is stupid and that it makes one a pushover. It doesn’t. If anything, it shows the courage that is a rare gem. So be br...
FIND YOUR HAPPY PLACE
By happy place I don't mean luxury, familiar places, or people.
It can be a combination of these or none of these...
It's about the self-discovery, peace, and satisfaction that alien feeling that feels like HOME.
SO, get out of that blanket and don't let melancholy or self- sabotaging your happiness attitude stop you.....
Keep the journey continued till the time you don't find your HAPPY- NOT-SO-FAMILIAR-PLACE!
When people need u,
It doesn’t matter when..
Just be there for them, it’ll definitely make the difference.
Be the helping hand, everyone can say no, but volunteering.....its the next level in your life.
It's funny how the chain goes,
Unrequited Love they say,
Her guy loved a girl, his love?
My girl loved a guy, her love?
I love my girl, my love?
A girl loves me, but her love?
Some guy loves this girl, yet his love?
You keep reminiscing about him,
all I do is look at you,
Knowing I'd never have that,
It hurts to realise,
That the person you thought was the love of your life,
Never treated you as hers,
I'm just another lover,
Babe, I deserve everything
N I know you don't have enough for Me...
Blurring the Lines( Weeklychallenge)
The burps of rich class made 'poor' people deaf and the elite's curse made them to theft.
December brought 'artic' conditions but the poor are far more resilient than the rich class who find no warmth in their fake pride or amusing the bourgeoisie.
But the spirits of the poor is very high
And they are ready to leave behind the so- called 'bright' position of the rich class!
The room is full of happiness and new beginning ...
Watching everyone laugh, I manage to smile but what makes feel hollow.
Is the tunnel still not over?
What makes these thoughts re-enter?
More and more questions but no answer to give...
Just calm down and feel the positivity and see the people enchanting the prayers....
I'm being loved by a man to the core but do I love myself enough to see him do that?
Each passing day marks his growth and my stagnation.
The stagnation of what?
My happiness now seems to be dissillusional and these dry and gloomy months makes it even worse.
Probably all the roadblocks hit back and here comes the full circle.
Pick the Pen and Write Your Tale
Gone are the days when light was dim and heart only used to sink!
The revamped parts are good to go and any upcoming hurdles won't make her slow.
Welcoming the new phase of her life she is getting ready to fly higher this time.
No more scars to scare the ride because this soul is ready to conquer the world in her style.
She wore masacara to hide her fears
She had to be strong and suppress tears
She wore the bangles to remind herself
that her wings were clamped with threats
She adorned herself with a necklace
that would tame her into calmness
Around her head she draped the silk
and taught herself to live with guilt
She wore a pair of silvery anklets
which found peace in diving into sacrifices
Yet they called her a weakling
A burdensome liability than a human being
Her calmness was mistaken for fragility
For no reason she was made to feel guilty
Rendered to be blamed as a scapegoat
Her sacrifices narrated hypocritical anecdotes
A breath of freedom she wished to embrace
We bothered her with expectations of st...
"What beauty lies within the skin,
Says the world by looking in.
Underneath, hides something more which the world had never seen.
Such darkness fills a heart of gold;
Cuts of sorrow fill the seems.
While hurtful words replace the spot,
were loved ones used to hold.
Locked away to say the least;
Why such beauty could love such a beast."
we follow paths of knowledge,
searching for purpose
in the desert of our hopes,
in the forest of our fears
we are tangled up in blue skies,
bewitched by the taste of crisp air
and the soft flush of sunrise
that comes after the fall of night
we trade these autumn musings
for early winter whispers
we summon the silent strength within us,
determined to find the answers we seek
because there is beauty in survival
there is magic in finding your own way
- ashley jane
Trapped in my mind
And tangled in time
But between breaths
Of fear and weariness
There are sighs
At the sight
Of the apple blossoms
And their inexplicable beauty
In the shimmer
Of fading sunlight. JD
#TangledInTime #BetweenBreaths #AppleBlossoms #inexplicable #SunlightShimmer all for the #NovemberFalls poetry challenge