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  • dandelions 1d

    Some people smell like the pages of an old book, the ones where you keep bookmarked with dead petals. They bloom with each word and perish with each paragraph. All I can do is reread them and relive the nostalgia that ends too soon. Still it wouldn't mean anything because pages can be turned around or torn apart.

    I look forward to familiar "good byes" more than I wait for a stranger to wave a "hi". Because there is peace in being left alone. Maybe that's the reason writers talk about solitude.

    Every one deserves something to hold onto. Yet, everyone desires something more than they can carry. I've been overburdened by my thoughts, each night I wish for them to disappear, but sometimes I think that I deserve this burden.

    There is still some hope left in those unheard prayers. Sometimes I feel that billions of stars will fall short for the wishes that still remain unfulfilled.

    Silence and smile are the best poets you will meet. Time and again hiding what needs to be hidden. Emotions, unfelt and existing underneath those lips.

    Feelings are so few, yet I've one for each moment that turns into memory.There will always be parts of me that I wish to erase, yet I know that they are the ones that hold me when I think about drifting away.

    ©dandelions

    Ps. Peace is in between prose.

  • dandelions 1d

    We don't choose our endings. They are bestowed upon us in words or in silence. You can only ask for one in this lifetime. And yet each day you are gifted with one.

    Feelings disappear like the droplets of water resting on a hot pan. In a moment the traces of their existence are wiped away. You have been spending a life trying to not let the sprinkles of emotions bother you. Shutting people out before they get a chance of knowing the real you.

    You feel that a part of you isn't worth looking out for. It's better to lose it inside your mind than let it venture out. Vulnerabilities aren't meant to exist inthe real world. Because "if they think that you care, they will walk all over you." (Harvey Spectre isn't wrong).
    You are tired of people walking all over you.

    Some scars are self inflicted, they are the cost of dreaming too big. Few things will never be yours, no matter how hard you try. But the ones that are meant to stay will find a way. In memories you live and in realities you drown. There isn't an inbetween, not that you know of.

    In silence you could be loved, in silence you could be forgotten. There isn't a possibility that can't exist in silence. Your tears, your secrets, your unhealed world and your thoughts all exist in between these silent moments. It's a companion that understands the real you, when people don't.

    Someday someone will call you out on your bluff, and that day this existence will be lost to memories of everything you chose to never look back upon. A lowered guard will not hurt so much, your smile will not search for reasons, your scars will disappear and your silence will not be a lonesome place again. All you have to do is stay and accept the love that you deserve.

    -dandelions

    Ps. Love is a reminiscence of what stays behind when everything is lost. Sometimes it's disguised as pain.

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  • dandelions 2d

    I'm too tired of smiling at
    the way things are lost.
    Now it doesn't matter
    whether those words are a part
    of the silent truth or wailing lies.

    Sometimes I'm too broken
    to be afraid of being broken again.
    It doesn't heal and I'm too tired of
    pretending that it has.

    I don't mourn the breaths I've wasted upon superficial happiness. Each night my mind begins to weave old thoughts and I keep on draining them.

    Waiting to hold onto these moments, as they came, I forgot to bid a farewell to the memories that stayed.
    Some caring does tear us apart. But what shredded us more is the forgetting that's still left behind.

    -dandelions

    Ps. To the voice that's lost in shouting out at the universe. Hope that you become silent one day, just to find your solace.

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  • dandelions 3d

    Words were merely chosen as an escapism from the silence that fills this night. Soon they became an excuse to be sleepless and tired all the time.
    They hurt and they heal, just the right ones are enough to keep some emotions alive.

    Sunsets are lost in contemplating feelings, and still one will be uncertain about what should be felt and what must remain unfelt.

    You accept the way life is, and that's how you convince yourself that you deserve to stay like this. Hopeful eyes and a heart filled with happiness, what could go wrong ? May be everything, just like it always does.

    Ruins and wreckages are a part of life. Yet, yours seems to be filled with more of it. Every grief deserves to be held onto, a little longer than usual. Before it's time to close your eyes and call it a night.

    The things that break can't be fixed without giving away a part of you. What if there aren't any parts left to be given? All that remains behind is an individual broken to the last bits, smiling at the way people gift each other the scars that are left behind for a lifetime. Never healing, just bleeding.

    Easily spelt "good byes" are better than unspoken truths. Because feelings are just phases that pass by.

    -dandelions.

    Ps. Get some sleep. You don't deserve the silence this night has to offer.

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  • dandelions 4d

    "Acceptance" is something that arrives too late.
    Perhaps, "denial" comes before any other emotion.
    Remember the good old law of Murphy- if anything can go wrong, it will. There isn't anything you can do about the wrong things that have happened in the past. But you can always work for a better tomorrow.
    Today, the hope for tomorrow seems to be blurred.

    The choices that we make define us, so do the ones we don't. But nobody tells us that. Be picky when it comes to yourself. Selflessness can only hurt you in ways you can't really heal. Because deep down you want others to feel and perceive things in the way you do. That's what makes you miserable. There will always be a "somebody else" who makes them feel things differently, perhaps there will always be someone better than you.

    Pushing people away is far more easier than holding onto them. It takes real humans to understand and accept each other for the way they are. We are bound by our emptiness, more than our love. Filling up voids and creating new ones, that's what the journey is all about. (If there is a journey at the end of it all.) Or are we drifting from one euphoric moment to another.

    Somethings aren't meant to be, but that doesn't stop us from weaving dreams around illusions. It ends just the way you had planned. But, that doesn't stop it from hurting all along. Everything will be okay, eventually you will stop sprinkling salts on your wounds. Let them heal into new scars. Don't expect someone to heal you. You choose the pains that you deserve.

    Soon the memories will fade and one day you will forget about this part called life.

    -dandelions.

    Ps. Something for lost souls.

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  • dandelions 5d

    Few shades of emotions are like
    the fading dusk. Merging into the darkness
    and disappearing for a while.

    Few stories are silently narrated to these
    empty pages. Nothing spills out of these lips and yet everything is lost to this oblivion. It's like a pleasure of crying in the before the world without the fear of being looked down on.

    Few moments change into memories. Memories blemish with time, just like these stars that disappear underneath the sunlight. Their absence doesn't disrupt their existence. You continue to exist in them, even in your absence.

    Few feelings are only felt in moments of separation. The moon and the ocean only come closer each night after being separated by the living daylights.

    -dandelions

    Ps. Maybe one day, they will hold on and call you their home.

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  • dandelions 1w

    This cold night seems to rob
    the warmth of freshly brewed emotions.
    Those words are lost to silence and
    conversations fade away with feelings.

    The mist slowly rises from the cup,
    carrying few vapours of the sweetness
    that once resided in this black coffee.
    Few things just disappear into thin air,
    leaving behind no trail of their existence.
    Some call it home, others name it a lucid dream.

    Few muses are drenched in the droplets of rain.
    Blemished by the touch of nature, they seek to leave new footsteps on the old sands of memories. It's difficult to wipe away the pain of yesterday, let alone accept another pain of tomorrow.

    Endings have their own ways of holding on.
    Overburdening the new beginnings, they have their own ways of reminding us of our worthlessness.

    Fading moments give rise to new memories.
    It's difficult to let these memories fade.
    Acceptance of feelings only leads to pain.

    -dandelions

    Ps. Just a monologue. I love the bg.

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  • dandelions 1w

    You live in memories of things
    that never happened to you.
    Calling delusions your home
    and portraying realities as fiction,
    has kept you alive in those words.
    It's time to let go.

    Few lies are precious to the soul.
    They are the foundations of happiness
    that may never come. It's in these false hopes
    we quench our thirst of wanting more.
    It's time to see things for the way they are supposed to be seen.

    Every time you decide to look ahead,
    a part of you drags you back.
    Soon you give up on those dreams
    as if your eyes were never destined to see them.
    It's time to wipe away those tears and begin again.

    Somethings never come to an end.
    Maybe it's good or maybe it's bad,
    but somewhere in between of this chaos
    everything makes sense. You get to decide which things matter and which ones don't.
    It's time to hold onto the things that stayed by your side, when no one did.

    -dandelions

    Ps. Always choose the happiness that you deserve.

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  • dandelions 1w

    Sometimes silence weighs heavily upon your mind.
    More than the words you could ever speak. There are many memories trapped within your mind. The good ones are often outweighed by the bad ones. It's going to be fine, just not tonight or the nights to come.

    Remembrance has a way of binding you to your realities. Things don't work out as usual. There will always be a story that could have ended better. What wouldn't you give to change it?

    Looking at the skies, you seek to find someone to blame. Heaven, stars or God, you don't really know even if they know you exist. But, their existence can't be denied by you. Spirituality gives hope to the fallen ones, yet you wonder how much more can you fall to find a bit of hope.

    If autumn and summer could find a way to stay together, would the rains still fall to wash away their dreams ?
    You really hope that your smile and dreams aren't broken up by your past. Still, sometimes a droplet of emotion finds its way towards the crimson hope and ruins it's sweetness.

    The aroma of eden can't find it's way to the barren lands of netherworld. Yet, you hope to find solace amongst the pieces of tomorrow, knowing that you weren't meant to taste the forbidden fruit of peace again.

    -dandelions

    Ps. Just fine.

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  • dandelions 1w

    Some words will never feel like a home.
    No matter how hard you try, you will keep on moving away to others, like a vagabond.
    Somehow lost in the old lanes of memories, you seem to be too drunk upon the idea of love. Looking out for poetries carrying a pinch of peace and the rhymes of a solitude.

    You don't really remember making your first wish,
    but it was upon a fallen eyelash. Since then you have wished upon fallen things. Be it fallen stars or fallen people, every time you never hesitated to get a broken heart.

    Miniscule parts of ourselves break each day and it never really matters. But, one night everything does, when you realise that you have lost it all. There are no pieces here, but just an emptiness that has learnt to coexist with the darkness around.

    There are a lot of emotions felt with the infinities left behind. John Green seems to be incorrect. Some infinities aren't bigger than other infinities. Overfelt infities are bigger than unfelt infinities - Courtesy of your remembrance.

    Perhaps few words will always stay behind, reminding you about the way it feels to let go, even though you felt like holding on.

    -dandelions

    Ps. Fios lovers forgive me, I'm a sinner.

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