|I m making a part of me immortal by writing it down. Ig: @a_flightless_bird__|
Is it hope? In the way i hop!
A smile? That's mile wide?.
Is it you? Truly true?
Is it me? Or we?
Is it the way i look at you?
Or the way you look my way?
Is it the heart that races
Or the maroon laces
That binds me with you..
Is it how you make me eat?
Or the way closeness makes me skip a beat?
Is it possible to put into words?
As if my stomach id full of a flock of birds.
You! Found me!
You! Healed me!
And you wrote your name
In my heart.
Scored a bullseye with your golden dart.
Khi daag hai kaali shiyahi k
Kahi ansuo ki boonde bikhri hai,
Kahi hai wqt se padi silwate..
Toh khi kuch kataran, kuch chila hua bhi hai..
Toh khi koi sabd adhure se hai..
Kora kagaz nahi me jo tum ao or likhdo khudko..
Kahi jagah banani hogi,
Kuch bate mitani hogi..
Dhundhli pade kuch khwabo se,
Dhul udani hogi..
Khi sip do tum chedo ko,
Sametlo kuch bundo ko..
Apne naam jo agar karna hai..
Toh meri har khami apnani hogi..
बेचैनियों से लड़कर आंखे बंद जो की,
तेरे चेहरे ने आके उन्हें भीगा दिया |
ना सो पाये, ना रो पाये,
बस करवटे बदलते रात गुज़र दी |
No I don't.
I m there right in front of you.
Yes I do.
As if i m not even there.
You walk all over me,
To someone else,
All you need is one wispher, one call!
And I disappear for you.
Till the call ends,
Then you are back
To find me waiting for you.
No. I don't.
I pretend to not be there,
I see it all, i notice
But i disappear, yes i do.
Because its better that way,
For me. For you.
Piece by piece,
Day by day,
Peeling off my skin,
Burning my flesh,
The acid of restlessness.
Stop don't bother!
I'm done defending,
I'm done fighting.
Take my sword,
I'm all yours to slain!
I may not be the person you hope a text from at 4am.
But i am that person who texts you at 4 to check if you're alright.
I think that happiness is a scary thing!
As you grow up, as life starts getting complicated and multifaceted, happiness also becomes rare and unattainable.
So when you are actually happy to that level,
When it reaches From your lips to your eyes, when it vibrates through your body, when no part of you remains untouched and for that one moment you feel nothing but happy. It's scary, its fucking scary because you know the moment will pass and it will haunt and it will not come back soon.
Happiness is a scary thing because when you know what it means to be truly happy. You refuse to settle for less, you daydream of the dsy you were truly happy.
Happiness is a scary thing! One moment its there ...
You think i am too emotional
What you do not know is
I can bottle up my emotions to
Spread beauty on the paper.
May be all i crave is a person who wouldn't let me lie awake on a stromy night and sleeps peacefully.
Maybe all i need is a warm embrace to sleep in.
You created your own wings to fly but they shackled your toes to the land,
Right and wrong you once believed in, tell me, my love
Now where they stand?
You crossed rivers, climbed many hills
But still got trapped against your will?
The date is mocking,
Are you celebrating?
The consensus of pretentious independence.
Don't dig too deep, you'll hit the graves,
Waking up the buried is not sane.
You go back to that place,
You go back to that phase.
You never get over it,
You just run for the time being.
I think of you, every now and then.
In this way or that.
To be honest, I m tired of it.
Tired of all the memories,
Tired of biting my pillow, muffled screams
The dry tears and aching throat.
The fucking helplessness and miserable soul.
And yet my thoughts wander back to you,
The memory of having you and losing you.
The thought of you with someone else.
The sheer bitterness of agony,
The cracks in my heart.
I know you never promised
"till death do us apart"
The pain hit home,
Awakening the buried bones,
The haunters of past,
In my head they now march.
The ghosts of insecurities,
Burns the lamp of vulnerabilities.
I screech in pain,
I cry out of misery.
I think of you and
PYRE OF REGRETS .
Piling up one by one,
A new day, a new one.
one from the broken heart,
One out fury.
Vulnerabilities and misery.
A few made out of
Of love and hatred
And many just
By letting it be.
So lets create a pyre of regrets
And let's cremate all of them.
My wings won't weigh much,
May be then
I can fly away!
The tiny drops of ink splattered over the page,
Refusing to put those words together,
Not again, they pleaded.
But the pen scratched a mark on the skin,
Took the blood as ink
And completed another story of
Todna munasib nahi,
Jodne k kuch kaabil nahi,
Bas chand dhago me atka hai yeh
Rista tera mera....
Vo chand shabo ki baate,
Kuch sawalo me toh kuch bahano me
Vo adhuri mulakaate,
Kabhi nazare mili toh muskura diya,
Kbhi nazaro ne khwaabon me mila diya.
Wo kuch kadamo k fasle, na tum tay kar paye na me.
Ab ek dusre ki baahon ki panah kaha..
Wo sath gunjti hasi kaha..
Kuch Yaadain hai jo apni h,
Kuch dhaage h jo abhi bhi bandhe h khi,
Bas unhi k sahahe kuch hai,
Kuch toh hai humare darmiyan.
It's just that one moment, one unconscious moment when it comes back crashing on your head.
One little moment of weakness where your one thought leads to another and it reaches to the darkest or when you are half asleep and you open your eyes to a little beep of your phone and something suddenly hits you
And then its all your strength v/s that little moment.
To know that you'll always have these scars and they will bleed time and again but you feel like you don't care anymore you just start to live with them is it how it is supposed to be? moving on?
That's a wonderful fridge you have there!
I like your style of writing :)
You should post more!
Do we have a type?
Why does it happens to us?
Do we look alike?
Or we put it too Much?
Do we come across wrong?
Is getting through us seems like a challenge?
Or it's just so easy that it gets boring?
What is it?
Too good to be with?
To weird to bear?
Easily replacable or just not worth it?
I know that people have it worse than i have and maybe its not justifiable or right reaction. Maybe my pain isn't worthy enough of those extremes but I can't just stop feeling like i want everything to just stop.
Because the pain is so much that i can take off a limb or two to distract myself from it.
I know i chose this suffering, i m the reason, no one else but me.
But tell me one way to stop this.
Because telling me how to react and what is sane or better way to do isn't working.
I m chocking myself in my own head, drowning myself in my tears and i don't refuse to release, to swin to come out. I just don't know how.
So i apologize in advance for letting you all down.
It still aches somewhere, the pain hasn't reduced an inch but the mouth has become wiser.
Continuing "An Awakening Desire"
"This wasn't what she wanted at all. She knew for months but only accepted it today as she was about to start her day. Instead she packed her bags, the college was suppose to be fun, but alisha has taken it all from her, first her friends and then even vihan.
She looked back to her how she ended up here.
The beautiful coincidences have lead vihan in her life, but it seems like even vihan isn’t immune of the charm of that witch alisha.
Alisha was the popular girl of the college, every guy just wanted one look from her and alisha loved insulting kavya every now and then.
At her last meeting with vihan he cannot stop talking about how cool she is and this ma...
And what if?
What if i choose to keep my black and white parts apart?
What if i don't let them blend in grey?
What if i be the predator as well as the prey?
Will the good nullify the bad?
Will the happy overcome the sad?
Can i be the worst and see no good?
And when i be nice, it suffice?
What if i choose what part of my good i m ready to sacrifice?
And what part will pay the price of being nice?
Just what if?
We try to dig deeper into beauty and we never take a closer look at what looks ugly from a distance and that's where the problem lies.
We end up disappointed once we find flaws in what we assume to be perfect from the outside and we don't care to dig deeper into what we dislike.
Perfection is a myth we all are deluded into believing.
You know that drop in your stomach?
That little pain
You just felt?
Those goosebumps on your body,
That tiny shiver?
Once again, something you saw snatched the smile off your face??
No girl! He isn't worth it.
"May be i m just a bud unwilling to spread my petals."
Maybe i just expect things to be bad.
I don't like the place, the people, the food.
It's just so hard!
Well maybe that's how it was supposed to be.
Or maybe it wasn't as hard as I made it in my mind.
Who knows, from this side of two months it all looks doable.
I don’t like people anywhere, i just happen to love a few of them.
The places always compete in my head with my comfort zone.
The food is always the issue, whereever i go.
So maybe it was just about the perspective, or facing many difficulties at once.
Or maybe giving myself a chance to explore,
Maybe i was just a bud unwilling to become a flower.
Is it the right time t...
Tera hath thame, kaskar
Mene sari wo rate nikali hai.
Sannante ki cheeko m,
Na tu soya na me,
Ansu meri ankho se nikale,
Unpe naam beshaq kisior ka tha
Par bheegi kameez teri
Jab tune teri baho me panah di.
Dosti ka farz tha ya karz
Nahi pata mujhe.
Par jahan me ladkhadyi
Tu smbhalta gaya.
Bohot pak mohobbat hai humare bich,
Zamana kyaa jane,
Rooh ke rishto ko
Zism ki bhook nahi hoti.