I'm a drop of water. A fresh one indeed. Flowing along with my kin, in large groups called rivers, I nourish my green colored siblings.We paint the lanscape with globe's hue - green & blue. I quench thirst of creatures with spores,scales,fins,wings & limbs. But most of all , I'm happy to be part of human life.Humans are eldest & most favourite sons of earth. They nurture our mother nature & worship me as god.I'm honored to serve them.
I'm a drop of water. A rare one indeed .I'm a survivor amid my deteriorating kin. I'm no longer clear and blue But stained with chemicals of brown hue & grey poisons of smoke.Even new-borns in my kin come from sky with sulphur residues. I try to quench thirst of my loyal siblings but I kill them with toxics. Humans are the reason for this destruction and I'm flowing through ceramic tap to satisfy their greed. I can see their end coming.
I'm a drop of water. The last one indeed. My kin is dead. Many of species are extinct. Homosapiens are dying as a result of their own sin. Mother earth has turned into a parched graveyard.This Scenario has no hue. All around only death, pain and sorrow. I am sliding through throat of last person of selfish human race. I, last drop of water, am dying & so is last human.
~ Manasaa 31.08.2020
PS : Each drop strucuture narrates the perspective of water drop in past, present and future ( If humans continue to be careless) respectively. Save water!
The plumes of August are gold and orange. As it has soared to this city, its colors have overcome the sky and everything seems a little more beautiful. Beneath the roof of sky, we interlock our fingers for the first time. Your hazel eyes meet my brown ones & you blush as if these plumes slowly diffuse into your cheeks to stain them with bright hues of August sky. // This is the beginning season of our love //
With emergence of spring in our garden, tulips & roses bloom in our hearts and butterflies flutter in our guts.Our love grows wilder & wilder. Autumn makes us shed our feuillemort insecurities. We're transparent to each other like leafless boughs of acorn trees. Your presence is a soothing shower in my scorching summer & only warmth in my freezing winters. //A couple of cycle of seasons pass by. Earth still revolves in its orbit but our love goes astray//
Spring neither brings wild blossoms nor butterflies. We water the mosses in our terrarium called heart & try to sprout love. Our love fades furiously as autumn hits hard. We write proses on how fall is beautiful & try hard not to fall apart.You've turned into a snow-laden cedar. Your presence is a part of my winter days but you never give warmth and shelter from the icy- cold zephyrs numbing my chest. // We neither hate each other nor do we love. Perhaps , We're falling out of love?//
The grey plumes of mist shroud my December night. I gaze at the starless sky above and an epiphany hits me- // Our love can't have a fairytale ending. But the fault is not in our stars ; it's in our hearts//
~MANASAA 12.08.2020 All written rights reserved. Thumbnail credits : me _____________ x ______________
Ok one true inspiration of mine is RM aka Kim Namjoon of BTS
I'm honest that I feel guilty when I say that I'm one of you army ppl. Coz I tbh I love their music and seriously don't have time to do admire everything they do like those run bts, in the soop,Vlive,etc.
But.,it's true that I take em all as one of my inspiration and neither I took anybody as a bias nor stanned them. Idk why but RM comes first in my mind coz I heard a lot of hatred abt the way he dances, his destructive mind and the skin colour he has.But I don't really see anything bad abt him. He is good and doesn't need to be in the Kpop fair kinda way.
So .... here's a reminder, Go check out Their UNICEF General Assembly Speech.Both 73rd and 7th assemblies.
Whatcha waiting for ...go do it even if you are not an army. Seriously that was my first speech I've ever loved so much...it may be because it's my fav person's speech.
The love yourself, speak yourself post is of him.Just read it out loud and feel those words.I felt it.
@manasaa I hope you remember the lines if you have heard me yesterday. By unknown writer
*Tears are turbulent yet tenderly tangled with tales of torment travel down in time of tribulation .* Dear wanderers of Universe Drop a ❤ or what you feel within verse . Any kind of suggestions are heartily welcome. ----------------------------------------------------------- ** In time of tribulation turbulent tears tenderly tangled with tales of torment travel down Like corybantic cloudburst concealed in core of cloud cascades down .
Stormy soul sinking in sea of silence screams sombre sonnets But devotee of desire never discerns doleful droplets . **
* GLOSSARY :- Tribulation - Great trouble or Suffering, Turbulent - Stormy or Wild, Tenderly - With Gentleness, Tangle - Twisted or Coiled, Tale - Story, Torment - Severe Sufferings, Corybantic - Wild & Uncontrolled, Cloudburst - Violent Rainstorm, Concealed - Hidden, Cascade - Pour downwards rapidly, Stormy - Wild, Sink - Go downwards, Scream - Loud cry, Sombre - Sad, Sonnet - Poem, Desire - Lust or Passion, Discern - Recognise or Find out, Doleful - Sorrowful *
When we look in a mirror, or in life we feel like a misfit but why does everyone around us feel the same?
Maybe sometimes we don't fit in our own selves and everything feels out of order. But what if we fit in ourselves?
Some days the world whirls around, creating hurricanes of chaos in our already messed up brains and on those days we don't fit in others like we used to do on clear or cloudy skies.
Some unusual dawns, the world is bluer than usual.
You question yourself but you question your surroundings more. You hide in a shell and when no one knocks you question your existence. Maybe life is but questions in a spiral to things which have an answer but everyone's afraid to say out loud. Do we all matter? We take space in this world but do we-in hearts? Are we replaceable?