Rebirth Drowned in the dare of nature Diving deeper to survive harder. Spread of venom in every second Masked faces, Gloved hands Chaos to silence, Egos to patience. Streets stopped murmuring. Miss the weather, we never cared Rules no longer applicable. All these suffering posed by An invisible deadly enemy.
Death was outside my house too I rushed to distant; Distance was our new bond. God went on leave; Doctors working from dusk till dawn, Dealing with the unknown. I compare myself to the fishes In the aquarium; what if you find Dead the next morning? Scary it is!
Reality is now a perfect illusion. Myself a tired traveller, Eager to feel the light again. God! Bring us back To those secured days to gather, to recover Back to the dust and dirt. Awaiting for another day For dear earth's rebirth @aishu24
We live in a generation where people crave to love and being loved. They keep trying but only by scrolling their mobile phones to find their perfect one. It sounds weird. Isn’t? but yeah.. that’s how it is. We concentrate more on social media profiles, forgetting what you are in real. The one with the perfect Instagram picture end up being your partner. The rest is all guided by internet- relationship goals, couple T shirts, couple watches, couple shoes.. etc..etc. Your followers may say”made for each other”, but the major thing is missing- Trust!
Watching relationship advise videos online and reading limitless love quotes and posting them as your stories will never help create trust in between. A relation without trust is like a sand castle, fragile it is. Appreciate a stronger, healthier relation. Friendship or love, learn to exchange trust and respect. Give a hand to them in their troughs and crests and finally when the quarantine is over,you will understand who all really cared, hold on to them, they will definetly stay forever.
Charming eyes, long hair, perfect figure, fair skin. Isn’t that the way you describe a pretty girl? Isn’t the perfect beauty concept? But is that beauty guaranteed? Never
Peel off that mask. Let your actions speak good about you. Invest on your character not on your external beauty. Because beauty is neither in those expensive mascara nor the skin fitting jeans, but is in the quality of your behaviour. Let those wrinkled skin unfold the story of time, but compelled to hide it with the fairness cream. In this world of fake dramas and selfies, be the one with an innocent smile.
Lets leave these mighty buildings forever. Wrapped with fakeness and judgements, the emptiness in me is roaring for peace. The dust and dirt tangled over me gifts me nothing but a crooked smile Fed up of the battles with masked demons, where equity was never served right.
Miles apart to my home, Peace is never an illusion anymore I could inhale air,not injustice. Home, the perfect portrait of goodness Painted with the purest colors whispered togetherness Memories bloomed kissing away the insecurities for the one last time. Now, a Human again!
Blessed mess ❤ Some persons may be a total mess, perfectly careless ones, and obviously you will find a link of weirdness happening between them. You become a completely different person when together and that’s the real you because faking before them is not in their context.
If your happiness is real, there is nothing wrong in genuinely confessing that you miss him, texting him first or calling him often. Let him be reminded that he is loved even from miles apart. No language will be enough to explain some bonds. But what hurts the most is their absence. Missing such precious persons will disturb us like hell. Even in the crowd gathered out there, you will only search for that one particular person because he is the one who adds essence to your bliss. Distance doesn’t mean that you are losing them. Even if you two are in two different poles, but still if they could understand your mood from your voice tone, hold on to such beautiful souls! They are unique! They are irreplaceable!
Some people come to your life only to leave footprints. But at some point you will realize that not all relations fade off. Others may say “too much of effort to someone will destroy you someday, why are you so possessive about him?” but let me say, there is a beauty in that possessiveness because they really deserves to be over loved. Every little kind act done for them is valuable. Some persons are destined to be forever, and they will continue to be so sharing the same awkwardness and madness till the end. Blessed are the ones who find such messed souls in their lifetime
We live, at least we exist for a purpose unknown. But there comes a day when you have to leave everything you owned once. Money or reputation will not hold you back You and merely your soul You are no more exhausted, No more incurable No roofs to protect you, No treasure you care for You own nothing, not even your shadow You still awake but with no restrictions, That’s the moment you explore the taste of death
Your soul may be enthusiastic to hug your skin tighter like before, whereas, the body imprinted with tattoos is now buried in slit clay. Yet, you will breathe through the memories you gifted to your loved ones. Blossoms over you and to your good deeds that will always provide fragrance to them. The flame that engulfed your body could make it disappear but your emotions will always find a way back to your commitments. Now, you are beyond the reach of humanity but some bonds can never be torn apart, It will remain with you, even after your death. Never let yourself vanish through the smoke, let your dreams and desires rise above it. "Rest in Peace"do become meaningful but only when you "Live in Peace"
For anyone who valued friendship more than any other relationship, what hurts them most is the sudden change in your friend's behavior. Life's journey become difficult from there onward. You feel distracted and things out of control. Priorities changes when they meet new people. You try to believe that you have moved on. But deep inside your heart chants “wish you were here”. You will miss each and every precious moment you shared with them, cursing yourself because it didn't last longer. Time was cruel to you and he itself is the perfect healer. There comes a time when you realize that their love towards you has never deteriorated because a true friend will never let you face a difficulty alone. One message is enough to forget and forgive “hey, hope you are fine. Is there anything you want to share with me” Your come back also made another beautiful chapter in my life's journey. Finally, I felt complete when I could sleep comfortably on your lap. I want nobody to convince me with lies, I just want my best friend to be there where I feel like home. Explore the quality of togetherness. Breathe. Begin from where they left. Friendship is meant to be forever. Forever means until the end.
you often talk about how you want to end things, this weight, that somehow ended up in your head taking away the little hope that's left.
it's always there within my reach, you said, smiling, a final fall to end it all with a noose.
what is death anyway?
a corpse hanging freely in a tight rope going up and down left and right against the wind. like a kite tied to a chain letting the time to slowly eat away the final bit of sanity.
you romanticize about the fucking depression, in a four-line poem, about the girl you just met, who keeps you awake till its four in the morning. and it dies the next day.
what is death anyway?
I look up and ponder how we were all once part of the celestial beings that shines upon us, only to fall and shatter to mere mortal minds.
how do you write about death when it carries a heavy burden of letting go when you reach the full-stop. I've stopped praying for the heaven afar, for all I know, hell is just another nightmare away.
what is death anyway?
moments, in little infinities, we live; one moment you're here then the next, take you away.
perhaps, we live and die within people. as memories, in a stranger, at two am when the whiskey hits in the right spot. perhaps, a few lines on a bright screen that reminds them of something they lost.
it is strange, isn't it? in the end, we are nothing but some random thoughts on some strangers' minds. living a life beyond eulogies and withered flowers on the tombstones. an immortal life till the time strips away the stories from the mere mortal minds.
what is death anyway!
I do not know. I do not know how to write the best lines to remember someone by. I do not know if it ever gets easier. but, some deaths feel so personal, it is as if you've lost a part of yourself when they left.