.I don't seek sympathy, I just ask to see it from my point of view.Things aren't always as they may appear... I don't deny that I hate you And you know it better you have given me nothing but enough reasons to do so. But I do miss the girl who tried to be a good daughter. I miss her, because you left without any hesitation but you took a part of her along with you, that she would never get back. And let me tell you, this isn't fair!
@nikhil7004 this plant is like my love for you, growing every day little by little i have put my words, warm and wet, and buried them into its dark soil.
honey i want you to wait with hope and faith. for you see, the first brave tendril too shall find its way out.
“Oh darling,” it says in cursive, reaching up towards you the way i reach up to you when i want to be held.
Place the pot in indirect sunlight & water it timely, go about your usual activities, notice in a few days.
There shall be more tendrils, like my merry words sprouting tremulous and certain “i” and “love” and “you”and “more” and “with” and “every” and “breath”
Dont you feel a sense of pride? you have nurtured this love plant well so far every day, spent time near it!
Oh dear you made our love plant photosynthesize, using the radiance of your smile.
it will grow taller, adorn itself with more branches and eventually
tender leaves such as “you are so precious to me” and “I will take care of you” and “your kisses are like rain” and “and your touch like carbon dioxide” bright blossoms, tiny stars, compact universe shall all dance on your windowsill.
I believe that just because someone is gone from our lives, that doesn't mean we run out of things to say to them. I believe we can find universal experience when we unite in the telling of our stories, even to those who we have never met, or may never see again. Though we haven't met ever, today on 1st of April, 2020 your 5th death Anniversary, I am writing a letter to you, to let you know that you will always be missed, Baba!
In the last one year I have met three incredibly lovely people, kin of yours ; your beloved son, your amazing daughter and a beautiful wife! They welcomed me into the Chavan's family with open arms. I wish I could have met you too. I grew up with a father, but not with a father's love. Like every girl, I wished to have those special father-daughter moments, everytime when a father and a daughter's picture pops up in front of me, everytime i hear a story about a father's love for his daughter, every time i see a father supporting his daughter even when the world is against, I realise the loss life gave me. I wanted to believe a man stood strong with me and yes that's who my father is. I always craved for a father's love all my life and i guess now its going to be this ways until forever.
I wish I had met your son years earlier so I could have met the man he holds as the standard of a good partner and father. I wish I could hear stories told from your perspective about him as a little boy, or watch the way you and mummy interact with each other. I always wonder if you would have liked me, if you would have thought I was a good fit for your son.. I know you are somewhere around. And though i haven't met you, I always wonder if you could think I can be a good wife to your son.
Yes, one day! One day, I wish to marry the boy you and your beautiful wife raised into a gentleman. I hope you will bless me with this. I know the way your wife took care of you and I just hope you think I could do a good job too.
I believe I make your son happy. But a small piece of him always feels saddened that you are not there around. I think that is how life will always be for him. He will always wish you were there, no matter how big or small the life event is.
I hope that in years ahead when we have children we notice a characteristic, or personality trait that we cannot pin-point where they got it from, because then we know it will be safe to assume they got it from their Grandfather. He is going to wish so terribly that they could know you.
But you know something, I think our kids will know you more than they will ever realize. They will know you through watching the way their Daddy treats their Mumma. They will know you through the time your son as a father spends sitting in the front row cheering at every dance, recital or a football game. They will feel your heart through the way their daddy speaks to them, with patience and love. They will know your humor in the way he makes them laugh. They will know how supportive you were when they are facing a difficult time and they go to their Daddy for help.
I want you to know that the love I have for your son in indescribable and grows stronger each and every day. He is the most amazing partner, friend, and one day, will be the most incredible father.
Again, I wish I had gotten the chance to tell you that, Baba, i wish i could have had you around, i wish i could have experienced a father's love, i wish you could have called me your beta. Take care baba, You will always be remembered.
exhausted and tired to fight for people who judge instead of love, who bicker instead of trying to understand. Because you aren't going to change. You won't change. And that's OK, that I've made peace with. But I have to change — I have to stand up for myself, and I have to walk away. So I lay down my armor and I throw up my shield because it's time to start protecting myself, to start fighting for me... ~ Sharwari
3a.m is usually my escape to a world where my downfalls doesn't exist,Where my voice doesn't get choked up with the poems that are living within my body for the last few years.I walk on the independent lanes with my hair open and a crop top exposing my lifeless body to this wind and my legs crave for this kind of exposure where they don't need the permission to breathe and run freely breaking the chains holding the ankles in it's deadly grip.I stumble, I fall but the wind,the bats screaming in the silence of night, the blinding streetlights not blinding me, the racing trees and the running roads multiply my cravings to feel the freedom of the night, to feel alive just for once even if it means it's the last night where I'd feel this way before retiring off from this cruel world just like mom always say "Humans are cruel but not all" But surprisingly I met the ones who held the crown of cruelness but at the same time honey dripping off them from every angle.They are way more dangerous than the cruel ones who never sugarcoated me and punched me tightly in the face but at least I always knew that I was going to get punched everytime I'll come across them. But with the ones offering me candies wrapped in hatred I don't even know from where the punch will knock me off the first time or the first would be the last time of me breathing in black and blue.
"Stop chewing those sleeping pills as if they are some candy" These long lost sentences travel from various known/Unknown mouths."Moving around the club with a tag of careless woman.I try to chew off the hatred radiating off the bodies that hate my freedom of roaming around late at night. But they'll never know what cravings for freedom feel like. How you woke up every night with a hope that the hour about to visit you will bring a bouquet of poems full of freedom and existence for you. How you dig in those midnight ice cream bowls just to numb the tongue that whisper "Negativity will prevail around you. Nothing else."How you let your body to feel the coldness on a freezing winter night just because for you that's freedom-Freedom to let your body be free of one's control. Those sweaty bodies will never know how it feels what punches of ignorance feels like. You share the same air with them yet they won't feel bad while choking you taking away the only source of air of freedom from you because "Humans are cruel but not all" What "All" includes??And who comes under the "The Cruels" I wish they'd come with a pre warning or a badge of being cruel.It'll be easy if the consequences are expected.
Cherry blossoms are a symbolic flower of the spring, a time of renewal, and the fleeting nature of life. Their life is very short. After their beauty peaks around two weeks, the blossoms start to fall. They are symbolized as an omen of good fortune, an emblem of love and affection .