I don't think you remember how we met, But i remember, I remember every bit of it Enough to keep me alive.
That day when i first met you, you look so delighted with the spark in your eyes, and a yellow smile on your face.
That smile, that smile is why I fell the day I did, you smiled and all I saw was galaxies.
In the very first moment, You were mine and I was all yours, I overheard your name every place I visited and That's how I knew, I was in love.
I felt you everywhere, I held you at that moment.
Lately, I realized all this was a dream, a dream that could never be mine. People tell dreams do come true, But you were an illusion. Every time I miss you now, I revisit our place like the very first time, Hoping we would meet again.
It's been a long time since you left me I didn't mean to make you cry I didn't mean to disappoint you I didn't mean to tell you lies.
It's been a long time since i have seen you It's been a long time since i fought with you It's been a hard time to keeping it going without you
I'm not crying 'cause you left me on my own I'm not crying 'cause i can't escape what could've been Are you aware when you set me free? All i could did was let my heart bleed.
It's been a long since there was silence all around me, Your voice had rung; like a bird who sings, to greet the morning to tell me that the day has come.
It's been a long ago, since you had left me, Time has filled me with words unsaid, As the sadness seeps into me slowly.
You came into my life at a bad time, when I truly hated who I was And what I had became was a damaged fading. But you fought your way and saved me.
You loved me! And by doing so you made me love myself too. I'll remember that you loved me!! My love will never be a lie, and never was! It's okay to stay with you anytime, Because even you're not with me, you're within me And somehow you know it too.
At the moment I'm just wandering what vibes are made up of. It's neither a feeling nor an emotion. It's just between all those things which make everything go right. I sometimes wander if a person can be a vibe, if a person can affect another person's vibe and I get no answer. Sometimes some questions are worth being unanswered. Vibes don't lie, vibes don't cheat, vibes don't make you unhappy. Vibes inspire you always, motivate you to be better self. Fall for vibes.
When the night draws its curtains and the sky turns white When the eyes shut on their accord And the soul wanders to seek the lost relations My heart wakes forty It mumours of things it can't have it calls out the name of those i can never see It mourns and wails of all what was not sought
I try to perfect your life But I'm troubled I try to do something new But I'm disturbed I were a smile But beneath it lies everything torn I regret it as a mistake It is then i speaks "What was wrong in it?"
One moment I'm a sober wanting them The next, I cage them inside and wipe a few tears Slowly walking along with life But what shall happen to the organ i turn blue I forever weeps!:)
Scars? Physical or Mental. Scars are scars. I can't change them... I often make some people My constant and they leave, I feel weak and broken. Why?-- Because they were my strength And they left even though they promised to stay.
Than on the other side, there are my scars I want them to leave me But they don't and they won't. So why don't I make my scars my strength rather than my weakness? People will judge me with or without scars. But I shine when I have them. They never put me in dark, It's my mind that puts me in there. I should feel proud on myself because I have My own unique scars! No one will get them ever. Scars will shine, I'll shine surely
❤️ Hey baby You left long time ago But still I feel you Every moment Every day Every time You won't ever know My love for you Is completely Pure and true But you didn't Understand even A part of my love I want no one else To take your place You're still alive in me And you will always be
The afternoon was chilly, curling into the fumes still lingering from the fire lit last night. It was the month of August, and the sky, finifugal as ever, held back its tears, for it was intimate with the wrong lover, and was bedecked with a fear of being vulnerable in front of others. Paresh came home and let the scent of jasmine unpack its baggage at his doorstep. The house's clock had stopped working.
Arpita, his daughter of 11, sat on the floor as her mother braided her hair. As he, a man with oily black hair and eyes for burgeoning dark spots entered, she broke her gaze from the dolls in her hand and said "Hi papa!" with a smile that invited April a little more earnestly.
He looked at her and smiled wearily.
"Papa?" "Hmm?" "I want a few moghra flowers. To wear in my hair. Can I," she quipped quietly, "Can I get some?" "Of course, why not? Come along." She stood up excitedly and exclaimed, "THANK YOU, papa!", with fireflies in her eyes that began to swirl around her mind.
She held out her hand and he took it.
They went to the nearby flower vendor and bought a set of moghra and he watched her eyes emerge from their future dark circles with a hummingbird's placidity. The sky resigned ever so slightly, whilst momentarily flinching. It then saw them and hastily grabbed a pen and paper to scribble down the stories it saw in them, only to sigh even more, in a way which made October look its way. Arpita, his sun child, his placidity in the eye of the hurricane. He knew, how he would never be as close to her as she was to her mother, how yin is always, perpetually, attracted to yang. But he could not help how she was his reminder that some things are meant to never end. How she was his blood, his bone, his skin, his home. How she was innocence incarnate and reminded him of his old days of yore and daylight.
The sun began to dip and they made their way home.
Arpita continued playing with her dolls ever so eagerly, he made his way towards the table, where his wife sat.
"Yes, so let us finalize the partnership then, yes?", she said. "All right, thank you so much. I will inform her."
He sat down and looked at her with a steely gaze.
"So you're doing this.", he said.
"I have nothing to say to you, Paresh."
"You're making a huge mistake. Again."
"We've discussed this. It's a tradition Paresh."
"It's WRONG, Heena!" he shouted.
Hollow silence filled the entire hall. Arpita's laughter was the only sound that they could hear, for the first time. I looked down on the floor, as did she.
"It has been done, Paresh.
Arpita will be married.
You cannot do anything."
The silence resonated throughout once again. Heena went into the room where her daughter sat, to break the news.
Arpita looked at him. He looked away.
The day of her marriage arrived soon. The rituals passed, went away with an oblivious blur. Soon, the entire family stood outside, an arm's distance away from her and her to-be, ready to step into a car and begin a finifugal life of their own.
Arpita's eyes, he could see them shift from here to there, attempting to seize the moment and to remember everything forever. She looked down and a tear trickled, traveled, and traversed down, and read the stories her blood and bone etched. She hoped her veil hid everything and looked up once again. She hugged her mother and they looked at each other, and their eyes told each other to be brave. She came up to me and looked up at his face, one last time. One last time she said, demurely. "papa." she put a chit of paper in his hand and looked down.
She looked at all of us, one last time, and said "Goodbye", and slowly watched autumn leaves accompany her, the lone bride, as she dragged her feet in the earth, dressed in her finery. Her oblivious lover looked at her with a steely gaze. She sat in the car, decorated with flickering lights, and packed baggage on the top.
He imagined both of us extending our arms to each other, one last time. He imagined both of us letting go.
Her lover started the engine. She decided to steal a quick glance at her old life, all of its bricks, its bones, its blood, and then looked on sadly towards her husband, like a nightingale wishing to reach home to her younglings in the midst of a storm.
The car sputtered and came to life. It skewered through the tracks of mud and imprinted footprints on it. It disappeared into the black skyline, and the sky remarked that it concomitantly became a song a blackbird sang.
Heena muttered, "come, let's go inside."
As she turned into our house of coffee-stained walls, I opened the chit his daughter left him.
"Papa, Please remember to not save my moghra and my dolls. I love you. "
And at that moment, the sky finally decided to break.
-mihika _______________________________________________ This was heavily inspired by my school teacher's story:") This is the first short story I've written which wasn't for an exam. I hope it isn't too bad:") @eurusgrey here's the story:") @_rainfrost_@veloc1ty_@zohiii 🖤🖤🖤 @shahsagilbert_ come back soon;-; @sangfroid_soul you wanted us to tag you in our stories, so here is me tagging you in my story 🙈 read if you want to :D Reposting it again kyunki there were too many mistakes and I was so embarrassed 👁💧👄💧👁 @mirakee@writersnetwork#pod
The next time, When you'll put on that black shirt I love, And look yourself in the mirror, I hope , my endless compliments would echo in the back of your mind, Will you remember me like that?
The next time, When a notification will pop up right in the middle of the night, And you'll check your phone in haste, I hope, my weird-irritating messages would flash before your eyes, (for a while) Will you remember me like that?
The next time, When you'll cross the 90-minutes limit over a phone call, And abruptly, the call would disconnect on its own, I hope, your call logs would desperately wish my name to give a call back, ( you too ) Will you remember me like that?
The next time, When you'll mistakenly hear the words that I often used to say, And you'll smile a little, I hope that my voice would reverberate in your ears for a minute or so, Will you remember me like that?
The next time, When you'll wait a little longer under that tree along that very road, And a school bus numbered 20 would cross by, I hope that the way my impatient eyes used to search you there l, the same way, you'd expect to get a glimpse of me for one last time, Will you?
All the way to my locality , sipping the tea in that cornered 'tapri', Stuck in my thoughts and lost for a while, ....Yes, just remember me like that ❤️
Tum jo the to... Sikha maine jeena tha, Sath jo mere the to... Har mausam suhana tha.
Tum jo aaye the to... Dil hua diwana tha. Tum jo aaye hi to... kyu tumhe jana tha?
Anjaan jab Zamana tha, Main pagal sa diwana tha. Kuber sa khajana mera, Khushiyan main bant rha tha. Badal main awara tha, Apna na koi thikana tha. Tum jo aaye hi to kyun tumhe jana tha.
Uljhano ko bhi humne sath mai suljhana tha. Kuch tumhare Dil ki baaton ko tumse kehlana tha, Baith ke haal tumhe apna bhi sunana tha, Ladte the choti baaton par mana wo bachkana tha. Fir ek gulab se abhi tumhe bhi to manana tha.
Tham ke hath tumhara abhi to bahut door jana tha. Dil ki bechaini lekin sukoon bhi to tumhe mana tha. Hontho ki hansi or dekha ye jo sapna tha, Kaisi ye babasi jo pura ise na hona tha.