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  • me_the_unpredictable 2w

    What I feel is, not feeling.
    It's like observing your life, but from the outside, almost like astral projections .

    I feel - like the word fleeting.
    Like-eloping.
    Just too light yet too dense.
    I'm dressed in a mass of intertwined wires, wires that are keeping me alive and driving me insane.

    I'm like- walking at night, barefoot, a single strip of neon light guiding the way, the cool breeze, not letting me feel - the feels.

    My heart feels like the expansive sky, running to no limits, such it makes me delusional, my heart feels like a closed room, with a window that shows no sun.

    -metheunpredictable

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    My heart feels like the expansive sky, running to no limits, such it makes me delusional, my heart feels like a closed room, with a window that shows no sun.

    -metheunpredictable

  • me_the_unpredictable 5w

    A bird and a fish

    There's a world, with one sky, one land, and one ocean, very big, and there lives a bird and a fish.

    Such a big world, where suddenly, a bird meets a fish, while the bird dips low to search for any other being , and the fish surfaces to see the outside world.

    So Platonic, that moment when they spot each other, not as prey, but as two different individuals, as species and so special.

    Different yet the same, ever since that day, they meet, just for a little while as the bird isn't born to hold his breath and the fish wasn't destined to reach greater heights than the sea moss.

    While, this story might not make any sense, it did to them, to that fish and that bird, because the way the bird flew, so high, far, far, away, wide wings, the fish admired that freedom.

    How the fish , cleverly ducked and played hide and seek with the bird, her sleek movements and sharpness of timing so that, only for a second, both of them see eye to eye, nor under water, nor above it, somewhere just between, where they aren't supposed to exist, but they did.

    But, that's how the universe works, if it isn't it's will, it isn't.

    And the water started suffocating the bird, and the fish could no longer peek through the curtain of aqua to see her bird roaming and chirping for her

    Silence.
    They both knew they wanted to meet, in the between, known to none, not even the universe,
    But the bird went too far, and the fish too deep.

    - metheunpredictable

  • me_the_unpredictable 5w

    Incomplete poems, hands in my hair, spectacles slipping on the bridge of my nose

    Holding cold hands, sitting by the window alone, watching a bee make it's way through the city

    Night in day, day at night, hanging upside down from the corner of my bed, petals falling

    Enraptured silence, a black blanket restricting and choking, reaching out for nothing, smiling yet crying.

    -metheunpredictable

  • me_the_unpredictable 6w

    My first hindi post, I know the spellings might be wrong please bear with it.
    #hindi
    (Picture belongs to the rightful owner)
    Apne mujhe mujrim tehraya

    Apne mujhe mujrim tehraya
    Najane phir kyu apki bahon mein akela pan sa mehsoos hone laga tha

    Pehele kabhi na tha yeh, par shayad ab lagta hai, kuch palo se panapne laga tha yeh, akela pan, jo mein dekh na saki

    Kehte hain aap, ki mein aap ko samajh na saki, ab apko dekh kar najane lagta hai kuch ajnabe sa par fikr ajeeb si hone lagti hai n

    Shayad yeh mera akela pan hai, ya apki adat sir lag gyi hai, magar maloom hai mujhe, ke yeh apki mohobbat nhi hai.

    Aap karib hokar bhi door ho, kahin apni duniya mein mashroof ho, aur shayad wahan meri koi jagah nhi, samjhti hun apko ,
    par dil mein dard sa uthta hai apke jane ke khwabon par

    Par, aap idhar hain hi nhi, phir?
    Shayad yeh bayan karke dard diya ho apko, shayad samjh na saki aap ko, shayad bhula gyi khud ki har zaroorat ko apke liye, par ho sake toh is khat ko padh ke muskura dijiyega

    Akele hi sahi, hum, door hi durust, aap thik hai, toh sahi, shayad door se hi sahi , apni chahat ko bayan karu, par chahungi hamesha, aap khush rhe, yehi dua karu

    Apne mujhe mujrim tehraya

    -medhavi
    (Metheunpredictable)

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    Par, aap idhar hain hi nhi, phir?
    Shayad yeh bayan karke dard diya ho apko, shayad samjh na saki aap ko, shayad bhula gyi khud ki har zaroorat ko apke liye, par ho sake toh is khat ko padh ke muskura dijiyega

    Akele hi sahi, hum, door hi durust, aap thik hai, toh sahi, shayad door se hi sahi , apni chahat ko bayan karu, par chahungi hamesha, aap khush rhe, yehi dua karu

    Apne mujhe mujrim tehraya

    -medhavi
    (Metheunpredictable)

  • me_the_unpredictable 7w

    #rewindc@silkreads
    Thank you for the amazing prompt, took me back too those amazing days!!! Thank you sooooo much!!

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    I long to feel that carelessness again.
    That joy, that innocence, that sadness which could only last till dada bought me a chocolate hidden in his pocket, or mom's big hug and sweet peck.

    I long to feel that jealousy again, why does moma always love you more! Yes she does, she doesn't love me. (Laughing at this, I also love you! You're the youngest one but sometimes I hate you because you're irritating and I'm still the elder one even if you're taller than me now)

    I long to play shop-shop and ship-ship again.
    Where dad used to be the shop owner or ship captain, and both of us were either the customer or assistant captain and steer this ship back to the aisles of that childhood which was untouched by the hard virtues of the later life.

    I long that this never ends, this bitter sweet relationship of you, the monkey and me (hehe ) and I will charge you in chocolates for the innumerable projects and homeworks I have done for you.

    I long for you to be happy, and I will always be your guiding umbrella and will also kick you at times so that you're back on track.

    Love from didi.
    -metheunpredictable
    ©me_the_unpredictable

  • me_the_unpredictable 7w

    My story : part 1

    (Humming river flows in you by yurima)
    It happens, when you listen to a song and it constantly runs in your head, in loops at night when you close your eyes even then you can hear it.

    So, I don't know what to write about, from a few days, I have been feeling like (humming gets distorted-eventually stops) a mechanical being.

    This journey, has put me into a rat race that I don't wanna run, but I can't quit. It's life or death and every other rat forces me to run faster, but I don't want that entirely.

    It's difficult to differentiate our responsibilities and our wants when the choice available between the two Is needle thin and sharp. And I have been looking at myself, asking myself, why do you wake up medi? To run this rat race?

    I have been questioning myself, what is me? Who is this person, I tell everyday to do better, to be the best so that everyone praises me.
    Who am I and who is this person inside me? Whom I get angry at for not performing well.

    What is self love? What is love? Do I want to know? How can I take care of myself. People throw around these words like sympathies.

    Is there anyone who knows what is the actual connection with the inner self, what will drive me till the moment I die, barring a money making 9-5 job, red dry eyes and a computer screen?

    Maybe the direction is not known to me yet, but I'm moving, I know, I'm thinking, I'm working, someday I will get there, these all are things we primarily presume when our brain goes into anxiety mode so that the consistency of the illusionist bubble of life remains, but something very near to us breaks that, and maybe what I will know myself to be in 5 years,
    I might not know myself again in the 6th.

    Who can fight change and loneliness
    ?

    I'm finding myself.
    -metheunpredictable

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    Might not make sense
    -medi

  • me_the_unpredictable 7w

    I could feel it.
    You are not here.
    You never were.

    You live in a world of your own.
    I often wonder, if you want to come out of it or are you able to come out of it?

    It's hard to decipher, to find oneself when you have layers of other people upon your soul's skin, impressed so deep , that you can't see yourself.

    I see crumpled flowers, torn sheets, dry eyes, longing dreams.
    I see the thirst, to find oneself, but not any effort.

    It pains me, but I seldom wake myself up, so that I can see the real me.

    -metheunpredictable

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    Lost and found.

  • me_the_unpredictable 8w

    How long do you wait for people who are never to return?
    -metheunpredictable

  • me_the_unpredictable 8w

    I remember that day.
    You stayed up with me, and I had a terrible earache.
    I didn't know you were up at
    3 in the morning but I felt like you could soothe out the pain.

    It's a comforting memory, an hour you stayed up and me, I'll never learn, I still called you ignoring the clamour it caused (in my heart too)

    You finally won, when I told you I don't take meds (because well they taste bad and after I throw them up mom gets angry) so it's a whole lot better if you prevent this series of melodrama after waking up your mom.

    But, I wanted to listen to you and I did. And, somehow
    Today after maybe 2 years and some months, this memory suddenly resurfaced to the brim of my memory box and it made me feel good in a sea of chaos
    .
    Metheunpredictable

  • me_the_unpredictable 8w

    Enough of self hate.

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    Hold my hand, it's time to learn how to love ourselves.
    -metheunpredictable