unfelt_moments

one fine day it's all going to turn dark and you are going to be cold.

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  • unfelt_moments 37m

    All you have to
    do is breath and let go.
    Yet, sometimes I feel
    Claustrophobic in open
    spaces. I'm anchored to
    the ground. It's difficult to move
    on. My emotions are my
    weakness, people use them to walk all over
    my soul.
    You can't outrun pain, you only
    get to choose who has a right
    to inflict it more.
    It hurts to see how the people
    We love are being snatched away
    from us.
    Darkness isn't your foe, it's a
    constant companion that feels
    lonely just like you. It understands
    you, that's why it embraces you.
    Its just like a blanket destiny uses
    to tug you in.
    Some emotions are dear, yet
    Love is the most cherished amongst
    them all. Maybe, that why it hurts
    when they ignore you.
    Couldn't there be any other
    way to make them understand
    that you too have a heart that
    beats, you too are a human.
    Maybe, they will never know
    the way you felt. Maybe, they
    never cared for you. You are merely
    a pawn in their game of chess.
    The dead have the privilege
    of silent minds and cold hearts,
    Maybe that's what nature
    wants us to know, eventually
    you will all turn cold. Why not
    start from here till you walk
    Up to your grave.
    I hope that you looked
    at me the same way I looked at you.
    I hope that this hope stays alive.
    -unfelt_moments.
    #pod #mirakee.

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    Lonely darkness

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  • unfelt_moments 2h

    Solitude blues

    I ran away from
    people & I ran away
    from emotions. It
    was all in the name
    of searching myself.
    Now that I know
    Whom I really am,
    I want to run away
    from myself.
    ©unfelt_moments

  • unfelt_moments 6h

    Loser

    Each night I revisit
    those moments.
    Thinking about
    Ways to end things
    differently.
    Yet, the reality
    doesn't change.
    I continue to stand
    where destiny has
    placed me.
    It slowly whispers
    in my ears,
    while stealing my dreams,
    "You must learn to
    live like a 'loser'."

    ©unfelt_moments

  • unfelt_moments 6h

    Poetries

    We feel too much,
    yet we silently promise
    to never speak about it.
    That's when words
    seek refuge in poetries.
    ©unfelt_moments

  • unfelt_moments 15h

    This one loves to dance
    to the drums of her soul.
    She writes effortlessly about
    longings and her love for nature.
    I take great honour in introducing
    to you @hizmoon
    I hope that you enjoy her work.
    #mirakee #pod

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  • unfelt_moments 16h

    Old bards and writers,
    here is a young soul
    Reflecting nothing but
    happiness and motivation
    through his works.
    I want you take a look
    at his work and encourage this
    young one to grow.
    Introducing @naflannel

    #mirakee #pod

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  • unfelt_moments 17h

    This is a short series (maybe) titled as- letters to love. It has nothing to do with my life (keeping it fictional). So here is a diaclaimer- if any of the characters are related to anyone alive, kindly let me know the next step in that tale. I may be inspired to improvise mine. Read the previous letters, prior to reading this one.
    #mirakee #pod

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    Letters to love #5

    Dear love,

    I got the best birthday gift ever.
    Thank you for making tonight so special.
    After I reached the cafeteria, I saw her standing there eagerly waiting for me.
    She was more excited than me. I don't know why, but it seemed like I had seen her smile whole heartedly for the first time. Her friends weren't there, it was just the two of us.
    I walked towards her, she signalled me to sit.
    Slowly, she walked behind me and blindfolded my eyes.
    She asked me to stand and took me out of the canteen, constantly guiding me with her hands.
    We reached her car, she asked me to sit inside. After locking my seat belt, she took the wheel. We drove for a long time. I'm pretty sure it was for one and a half hour.
    The car came to a stop. I could hear the waves of an ocean.
    Slowly, she took off my blindfold. The sky had turned dusky, the beautiful waves kissed the empty shores. She interlocked our fingers and took be for a walk. We reached at a beach resturant. She signalled the manager and instantly he complied. He took us to our table, the whole restaurant was empty. It was a candle lit dinner, just the two of us. Post the dinner, she signalled the waiter to being the bring the cake. He complied. It was black forest with seasoning of cherries. I told her she didn't have to do it. She placed a finger on my lips. She gave me a knife to cut the cake and then sang the loudest happy birthday song, at the top of her voice.
    Slowly, the moon showed up along with the stars. She asked me to stand up and signalled the waiter to put the music on.
    I'm a pathetic dancer, but that didn't stop her from slow dancing with me. She lead me through the melodies. The music ended, she signalled me to walk with her on the beach. We walked for sometime, the night was getting cold. She headed back to her car, asking me to wait there. She returned with a blanket and a bottle of wine and two glasses. I gathered some wood and made a bonfire and we sat underneath the stars.
    I hoped that this night never came to an end. I think that she thought of it too. She kissed my soul and I reciprocated.
    (To be continued...)
    ©unfelt_moments

  • unfelt_moments 18h

    Light and love

    The importance
    of light can only
    be realised by those
    who have have stayed in
    darkness for a
    very long time.
    Similarly, the importance
    of love can only be realised
    by those who have been unloved
    for a very long time.
    ©unfelt_moments

  • unfelt_moments 1d

    #mirakee #pod
    Be like the stars.

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    Lonely stars

    Stars don't carry
    wishes anymore.
    They are too lost in
    their own loneliness,
    to bother about the world.
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  • unfelt_moments 1d

    Us

    We are like the paragraphs of
    different tales, interwoven into the
    fabrics of each other's lives.
    We make no sense when read
    alone. Yet, we perfectly mingle
    with one another. Aren't the endings
    a perfect spot for new beginnings?

    ©unfelt_moments