If anyone asks me how nature feels like I would paint a beautiful Landscape for them...
I would splash some Yellows, blues, reds and greens And let it wait to settle down...
Then I would take The finest of my brush I would lay a green-yellow carpet Of fine meadows on either side Of my canvas...
I'll then take a dry brush And create a strong stroke of greens In between to feel realistic...
I'll grow some pretty lilac bells And some water lilies, daisies By the sides of river I'll nurture some red, orange Little poppies, some buttercups Everywhere making it perfect...
I would splatter some Blues, white and purple on top And create an artistic sky With some yellow lights sparkling.,.
I would dab some white For clouds with white finest of sponge I would splash some blues, With a pinch of yellow, white and red And create an overflowing river of my own In between the meadows...
I would blend the river into A beautiful sun-kissed shadows With a little red and yellow To make it blush....
I think mountains are necessary While landscaping the art I'll splash and splatter again Some browns, blacks and whites To build the core pillars of nature And let the sun rise hugging them To brighten the day....
I'll give life to some pines Along the line of mountains With more greens and yellow And let the sun kiss them Every morning with love...
I'll enjoy looking at my own creation And the satisfaction I get to feel When I embrace the cool breeze And let it touch my hair While I enjoy the beautiful greenery...
And last I'll give it a glossy finish coat To hang my masterpiece In my own heart forever To enjoy the happiness that Surrounds me....
Am I that invisible?? That no one can feel my pain That no one cares to comfort me That no one hears my plea That no one wipes my tears That no one sees my broken heart That no one ever cared anything... But still, am I that invisible??
My faith in you kept FALLING, I wish you had no INTENTIONS to hurt. FEEL ME and my heart pounding, Darling you'll see HOPE So stop what you're doing Im SHATTERED, The pain IGNITES and it hurts. I tried to KICK YOU OUT many times, But this HEART WANTS WHAT IT WANTS! My mind EXHALES the moments of you, She is tired and now thinking of GRAVEYARD. There are MILLION WAYS we can turn this around, Everytime I tried to maintain the RELATIONSHIP You failed us and went ahead to do this WITHOUT ME, I try to be with you and give you ALL OF ME. Sometimes life wants you to be TORN, Leading to ONE KISS, NIGHT FALLS and WASTED YOUTH. Im used to how you LIE LIKE THAT Now this is the time for ME! A better REFLECTION I need to see, I dont need your COMPANY, Sometimes its HARD TO FACE REALITY. Oh lord have MERCY on me, Im going to be BREAKFREE. There are many shades of love except RED, All this time I carried BOTH OF US. It felt like it was ALMOST LOVE, Thanks for the ANXIETY and ISSUES. All you needed was ATTENTION, My heat is covered with STITCHES now and I know who is BAD AT LOVE. I'll try to REWRITE THE STARS and embrace the COLORS, At the end this was the BAD ROMANCE.
I was really inspired by your post @shades_and_reflections and decided to give a try by myself too. This is an awesome creative idea i.e writing a post with your favorite song titles. I loved writing it. Guys, do let me know if you find your favourite song from above and thanks angel for coming up with this, all credits of original idea generation goes to you.
You always read those words carefully, time and again holding onto them tight. Trying to make sense of what's written in between lines. Carrying a memory of the way it was meant to be in your mind. Tonight, the lies of nostalgia shall betray you again. Perhaps, you will fall again.
Old promises smell like petrichor that appears when the rain pours across her city, they are temporary just like her love. Yet, soothing the warmth of this earth and her longings.
Holding onto the empty mug of coffee that reminds her of their last kiss, she watches the skies change their hues. Playing their old melodies, she prefers to cuddle with his old shirt and hold onto the aroma of his perfume a bit longer.
The slow dance that he promised, never came through. Yet, tonight she will make him dance for the first time.One step at a time, she will lead him into the arms of her universe. To hold him through those love handles is a simple pleasure, she has denied herself over the period. But, not tonight. Tonight, it's about the enjoying what remains of them, when everything is gone by.
Soon the new dawn will arrive. Wiping away her smile and fading away his memories, like they never happened. Nothing ever stays behind, yet somethings are always pulling her out of illusions, the ones she dearly cherishes.
He tirelessly waits by her balcony, trying to sneak a look of her face, unblemished and touched by the warmth of an old sun.
Memories are hard to wipe away, let alone be replaced. He will never be able to fill her voids, let alone be close to her.
Somethings always stood in his way. Maybe it's the fear of being misunderstood that keeps his silence alive.
Her pain isn't what he seeks to heal. People heal themselves. They look for temporary solace inside the hearts of others, that's where they leave their marks. The marks that are often misunderstood to be scars. And scars are difficult to heal.
Poets have a strange way of weaving words, the right ones can paint an illusion different from this reality. In reality there is hope and in illusions there is loneliness. It's difficult to wipe away this loneliness gifted by another.
Yet, here he stands in the old rain, waiting for his silence to be heard by someone dancing to the tunes of a dead illusion.
You will never understand what it meant to stand there. Hoping to be someone that you would love to see. Yet, somethings never change. The rain which you loved so much is merely a tale of love that never really comes true.
Ps. It's a tale of summer falling for the rain, while autumn waits for her :)
You and I were flowers from the finest treasure trove, Athirst but flowers. Dessicated but blossoming into wooden and dispassionate aromas. You were art for my heart's sake, And I was art for art's sake.
In a city of burnt fragrances we coexisted. Basking the same burning sun, Shaking the same dust off the wind.
Every time my paper soul took flight, Your contented winds put me to sleep. Ever since you shut the door, I skipped a chapter. ended a cycle, and took my hand off your fuming petals.
Thoughtless roads, benumbed my pain. It didn't matter whether I were a prick to your rose, or you were the poison to my dose. In burnt books of forgetfulness, You endeared me in a crushing state. From a few black roses, And spiraled white orchids To a journal of peace, And rhymes of chaos utterly bereft, I glanced over, to take a good look at what's left.
Cause you and I were flowers from the finest treasure trove, Heading for a fall, Craving no more walls. We were flowers, until one day, you outgrew me and left me parched.
And now I don't know what to do, So, I open my fists and let go of the sediments, Standing at the bend of a road, to find some flowers that aren't rotting like the rest of us.
Lost in the dreams of forever isolated myself from the mirrors of reality, You skillfully painted deception in lovely kaleidoscopic promises, For I scuplted a cursed love story from the fallacies of your ivory.
Often I scissored the wires to avoid calls when your mistakes blared on the other side, Like skirmishers in an outraging war got killed deliberately by my false beliefs, Your fabricated excuses seduced my trust ; wiped the traces to hidden chronic truths.
In an instance the world opened up to drag me in the depths of my deepest despair, Emotions lay scattered and numb twisting layers of sadness,guilt and outrage, Makes me wonder whether our amorphous tale was crafted in cloud swept heavens or fiery hells.
You stabbed a hot knife through my heart frozen deeply in your adamantine belief, melting shards of loneliness to lurk forever. The time bomb is no longer tickling , It has already gone off charring my heart morphing it to an authentic charcoal piece.