#the_wordict

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  • the_wordict 18h

    I felt your fingers slip away
    from mine way before you
    held another hand.

    Seemingly,
    my palms denied to unravel
    our fingers on a mere hope — its
    desperate penchant might make
    you cling onto our love
    a little longer.

    I still fail to understand,
    was my warmth meager or
    were you bitterly cold,
    that we fell apart?

    -the_wordict

  • the_wordict 2d

    You ought to love me ocean deep for I'm limitlessly fierce — setting water surfaces on fire.

    -the_wordict

  • the_wordict 4d

    Even if it's aching till bones, I will smile for I have learned no other way to piss them off.

    -the_wordict

  • the_wordict 4d

    People have mastered the subtle art of showing me I'm not as crucial to them as they're to me, every time I hopelessly expect they're unlike the rest.

    -the_wordict

  • the_wordict 2w

    It's fucking insane how these fuckers who emphasize every fucking thing by just adding F-U-C-K to it, think they're fucking smart.
    I mean, who the fuck does that?

    -the_wordict

  • the_wordict 2w

    GOODBYE 2017

    Dear 2017,

    I can't make myself believe it's the end.
    I've been counting on things, gathering moments and clasping them in my fist. Tighter, every time, not to let them go. But you seem to be water, effortlessly running out drop by drop — deliberately emptying my fist.
    But you know what! I'm not mad for this nothingness you've caused me.
    What comes, has to leave, eventually; I understand.
    And now that you're departing, I'd like to tell you I'm grateful for you happened.

    You remember the first guy I espied at college, the one that 2014 gave me glimpses of?
    Even 2015 and 2016 bulked down, busting their guts to get him to me but failed.
    Thank you! He knows me now.
    No! I don't have a thing for him anymore.
    Thank you, more, for making me realize his mind was not colorful as his bag. That asshole!

    I don't remember the first time I wrote a praiseworthy piece of literature, but I do remember the last, for now.
    Thank you for this narcissism that kicks in when it comes to my poems, even though the fingers behind run clumsily in turmoil, quivering breaths tells stories with no voice.

    December has always been a pain in the ass, you know that. Right?
    'Back to December,' is just a song now, holds no agony, no aloneness.
    Thank you for letting know — if something's not meant to be, let go.
    As I write this, I smile. What a mess I am!

    Today, Mommy and Daddy were conversing over the dining table, gobbling on chicken sticks. As I caught my name, I rushed downstairs.
    "My daughter is my pride," was all I could hear.
    Dad says it every day, every damn time.
    But this sounded delighted to my ears, little strange, fucking good.
    Thank you for making Mommy say that.
    (I still don't know the reason behind it. Maybe, because I can make round chapatis now. Lol. No! Or is it?)
    After a bittersweet relationship of almost four years, a little joy in life felt like drastically beautiful poem dressed in metaphors — those where syllables get crimson of shying for being involved.

    Those who were in love fell out of it.
    People seldom cared.
    Some robbed me of my sanity, others just took away cash.
    (Hell yes! Money plays on emotions).

    Fuckers who fake nobility still breathe.
    Bitches, seduction, bitches, seduction — maintained its place, I'll never reach.

    I know, the last part here that tinged my soul, you plucked the role from 2016. (why can't you years be grief-less?)
    I'm still not mad. Just don't let 2018 adapt this feature and become a catastrophe.
    (Is it gonna be a copycat, too?).

    I'm still not ma... Okay! That's it!

    Fuck you!

    With love,
    Someone whom you almost screwed but showed mercy to, too.


    -the_wordict

  • the_wordict 2w

    Grief keeps playing peek-a-boo with us.

    -the_wordict

  • the_wordict 2w

    Don't you feel overwhelmed knowing you're the sole answer to every fucking question I have?

    -the_wordict

  • the_wordict 3w

    i. I've learned to lie with a bright smile.

    This morning, as the sunbeams through my window panel, gently caressed my skin — evoking erratic desires of conquering the world, I made my mind to start off with a smile.
    As I walked downstairs, my father (not genetically) embraced me, wishing a happy morning. His touch, a little queer, lingers from place to place upon my skin — shuddering my conscience.
    I push him off, subtly.
    Mommy asks, "Is everything fine?"
    "Of course, it is!," I reply and leave.

    ii. I have learned to stay calm while I'm distressed inside.

    Quarter past the noon, I visit my friend, who's terribly trying to get over his ex-girlfriend.
    We sit down on the floor, together, hitting on cocktails, talking of cursed fates.
    An hour later, we're high as fuck.
    I dial his girlfriend, switching on the speaker mode. Five rings later, she receives.
    "Bitch, you'll rot in hell. My friend deserves no bullshit," I scream. "I hate you. Die!," he adds up.
    He puts his arm around my neck, telling me I make his life easier and happier.
    The next moment, I feel his fingers slipping from my nape to the neck, sliding down the collarbone through the neckline of my shirt; another hand moving from the knee towards my thigh.
    He leans in.
    I push him off, subtly.
    "I should go," I say and leave.

    iii. I have learned to fake laughs even around my loved ones.

    Eight in the night, I sit on the couch, FaceTiming my significant other.
    We talk about our day.
    I tell him how I'm trying to accept my mommy's husband and how I helped my friend with his breakup.
    He tells me he's proud.
    After a few hours of Chandler Bing's sarcasm and Barney Stinson's humor, I laugh hard and hang up.
    "Goodnight, dauntless lady. I love you," he texts me.
    "I wonder if I let you know the real me, would you love me the same," I say in my head.

    I get to the bed. The moon shining amidst the dark sky, its beams through the windowpane, glistening in my eyes, makes me question myself —
    The world has got too many shades.
    How many of them will you conquer?

    -the_wordict

  • the_wordict 3w

    Time stays still,
    every time we exchange glances.
    The breeze around, gusts with silence,
    keenly sensing our subtle romances.

    The wrath of the boiling sun
    loses to the sight of our love — too pure.
    The clouds, covetous, migrate to miles;
    abandoning the sky, leaving it plain azure.

    Tell me, when every damn thing around, witnesses the love that prevails in our hearts then why does it have to be unsaid?

    -the_wordict

  • the_wordict 4w

    That fearless smile on your face,
    putting a million griefs to shame
    is my favorite sight
    to behold.

    Nonetheless, I'm aware,
    your happiness has too many
    secrets forming mosaic,
    misleading sightseers,
    concealing truths to be told.

    -the_wordict

  • the_wordict 4w

    Somewhere between cursing the past and fantasizing the future, this year elapsed.
    Just as it did the last time,
    and before that, and before that.

    -the_wordict

  • the_wordict 4w

    My heart has become a graveyard.
    Every time they hurt me, I kill them — in my head, and bury inside.
    But sometimes, the corpses sneak out and haunt me, and I'm yet to learn how to kill the dead.

    -the_wordict

  • the_wordict 4w

    This emptiness you speak of, my dear, you've chosen to stick onto.
    There are people dying to walk along,
    wishing they could tell you.

    For your sight have caught blankness,
    you cannot fathom the elbow grease they used,
    mere to fetch you out of all the hitches,
    shielded your heart with them being bruised.

    For once, open the doorway,
    let them outreach your core.
    To perceive you've been doing wrong,
    to self, to them, to the love —whole.

    -the_wordict

  • the_wordict 5w

    We sit together, hand in hand, his fingers nudging my knuckles in sync with the rhythm of our favorite song that's been playing on the loop for quite a while now.
    Spending the darkest hour on the terrace has become a constant regime.
    With legs half hung swinging in the air, we sit talking about what we missed about each other's day.
    I say it's been a few times the thought of completing my unfinished novel flooded my head —till it made it ache bad, and sigh.
    He gasps, winks, then runs straight down.
    I'm not astonished, I know he's an idiot —crazy at ideas when I'm in worries' trap.

    I wait and listen to the song that's been playing, fifteenth time, perhaps.

    He comes back with some thing(s).
    I stare, he places them in a line
    —a bottle of Glen McKenna, a packet of Marlboro, an ashtray, a notepad, and a pen.
    (don't wonder, we're devotees of 'how I met your mother', any scotch plays our Glen McKenna).

    This time, I look at him, all puzzled.
    He says me to write down all the things that we've been doing for an hour and the things that we'd do in the next hour.
    I ask about the scotch and the cigarettes.
    He smiles. "Every time I feel your story is going way down the expectations, we'll gulp down a shot. And if it seems better to me, we'll smoke together," he says.

    I told you, he's an idiot —I'm insanely in love with.

    I take the notepad and begin to write.
    He sits with my palm in his hands, drawing symbols with his finger.

    It's almost an hour now. Our Glen McKenna is still unopened and the ashtray is almost full.

    He just kinda circled his finger on my palm, twice, making a slant eight, probably.
    I ask, "an infinity?"
    "With you," he says laying his head on my shoulder.

    I told you, he's an idiot — I wish to have my 'forever' with.


    Oh! Did I forget to mention the title here?
    Take it now.
    "A dream that will never come true."

    -the_wordict

  • the_wordict 18w

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    You stole my wish
    of lasting angelic.
    Your stare draped me
    with evil tyrannies.
    What else could I do,
    other than slaying the one
    who caged my wings?

    -the_wordict

  • the_wordict 19w

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    If you want to get away from me, find a place where my love won't follow you.

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  • the_wordict 19w

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    Every time I hear your name, my heart holds its beating for every other sound is noise when there's even a speck of you around.

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  • the_wordict 20w

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    I don't desire an endless love, just promise a love that won't lessen till I meet my end.

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  • the_wordict 20w

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    The more they speak of you, the more
    fire catches me up.
    Believe it or not, no one can tame the
    disaster you've caused to this heart.

    -the_wordict