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  • moonlitwords 11h

    Flowers remind me
    of all I ever cherished
    Love in all known forms
    one could imagine...
    Like a sky filled with
    colours orange, crimson,
    pink, every tint, every hue
    perfectly blended against
    the sky of blue...

    I remember hiding those
    I love inside while time
    Knocked at my door and
    I refuged to give them away
    But when you try to keep
    Things you never own,
    they go away all by themselves
    like fragrance spilling in the air...

    A flower never blooms to
    stay as bright as always
    cause a day comes when
    petals dry and life squeeze
    out to where it then belong
    a place where life can reborn
    Like leaves falling down a tree
    one by one they all leave
    and sorrow crawled in...
    But is it fair that what
    gives you joy can also
    jolt out every last shred
    of it once its gone away...

    If it ever had occurred
    to me that pain would stay longer
    than all the time my heart was
    filled with love, would then
    I still hold them close in
    the first place?
    Maybe yes, a willing yes,
    cause a little love lived
    is still worth keep hurting
    for its loss, beauty of its touch...
    With sky slightly grey,
    I tried to find
    Streaks of red
    left in the dusk
    which had already plunged
    into time's horizon...

    Then withering began
    As memories dwindled
    There seemed no reason
    to wish for sense of life
    so I prayed for feeling numb.
    I surrendered to the sky of oblivion
    as I set all my yearnings on ground...

    Numbness is sweetest when
    it comes along with peace
    The void in me finally merged
    into the void of everything
    My life faded away like a flickering
    candle flame flaunting its last gleam,
    a withered life gone somewhere to
    reborn so that once more it could
    Feel again...

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    Sky of oblivion


    ©moonlitwords

  • moonlitwords 11h

    Flowers remind me
    of all I ever cherished
    Love in all known forms
    one could imagine...
    Like a sky filled with
    colours orange, crimson,
    pink, every tint, every hue
    perfectly blended against
    the sky of blue...

    I remember hiding those
    I love inside while time
    Knocked at my door and
    I refuged to give them away
    But when you try to keep
    Things you never own,
    they go away all by themselves
    like fragrance spilling in the air...

    A flower never blooms to
    stay as bright as always
    cause a day comes when
    petals dry and life squeeze
    out to where it then belong
    a place where life can reborn
    Like leaves falling down a tree
    one by one they all leave
    and sorrow crawled in...
    But is it fair that what
    gives you joy can also
    jolt out every last shred
    of it once its gone away...

    If it ever had occurred
    to me that pain would stay longer
    than all the time my heart was
    filled with love, would then
    I still hold them close in
    the first place?
    Maybe yes, a willing yes,
    cause a little love lived
    is still worth keep hurting
    for its loss, beauty of its touch...
    With sky slightly grey,
    I tried to find
    Streaks of red
    left in the dusk
    which had already plunged
    into time's horizon...

    Then withering began
    As memories dwindled
    There seemed no reason
    to wish for sense of life
    so I prayed for feeling numb.
    I surrendered to the sky of oblivion
    as I set all my yearnings on ground...

    Numbness is sweetest when
    it comes along with peace
    The void in me finally merged
    into the void of everything
    My life faded away like a flickering
    candle flame flaunting its last gleam,
    a withered life gone somewhere to
    reborn so that once more it could
    Feel again...

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    Sky of oblivion


    ©moonlitwords

  • moonlitwords 3d

    The lane of my childhood reminds me of what I was told...
    They said that the world is
    a beautiful place, but then
    I grew up and saw something
    different. I saw that the world
    is a beautiful place for only those
    capable of finding beauty in it...

    They said everyone is the same
    But then I grew up and found
    that a line between two countries
    Can draw a line on our hearts...
    that we are not the same if we
    are born on different lands,
    lands whose value is more than
    our lives...

    As a child I saw that we worship
    Goddesses and seek them in little
    girls for 9 days a year and then
    I grew up and heard them telling
    their sons 'don't cry like a girl'
    That a man is the head of the house
    That a girl can't go out at night
    Because the streets are full of
    people who don't wish to see
    Goddesses in them...

    They said we all are free
    But then I grew up and saw
    the child on the footpath isn't
    free of the hunger residing in
    their stomach , the lady walking
    home from office isn't free of the
    fear that someone might be behind her,
    the boy who was bullied at school isn't
    free of the belief in his heart that he is
    too weak to stand up against the world,
    the guy with a bleeding wrist
    wasn't free from the injustice of his life...

    They said there are good people
    and bad people, but then I saw
    People are just people who
    sometimes do good and sometimes
    do wrong. That no one was born a
    Hitler and no one was born a Gandhi
    But the world gave them what they
    chose to take from the world...

    They said money can't buy happiness
    But then I grew up and saw a spark
    of joy in eyes and the curving of lips
    of the boy with worn out clothes when
    someone handed him a 10 rupee note...

    They said things I thought were
    True but then I grew up and found
    Lies are easier to tell than some truths.

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    I thought the things they say are true but then I grew up and found that lies are easier to tell than some truths...
    ©moonlitwords

  • moonlitwords 5d

    When sunset melted
    In the horizon,
    Their eyes met each other
    For the very first time...

    They asked names
    With a smile hanging
    On their faces
    Like stars hanging
    In the sky...

    They knew they've
    Found love in the
    Depth on the ocean
    Their eyes carried
    Within...

    Hearts filled with
    Moments of joy
    They exchanged rings
    For the bonds to tie
    In the fingers that
    Were entangled in
    Their lovers promises...

    Time went on following
    Them around, as they
    Walked in the road...
    But something was
    Wrong , cause now
    Someone was knocking
    On their doors...

    "She argue on everything "
    "He doesn't listen to me"
    Time giggled in a corner
    As it revealed cracks they
    Till now couldn't see...
    Love frowned at the table
    Cause now things it covered
    Were finally discovered...

    Imperfections dictated
    Promises turned into
    Just words that lied
    And doubts sneaked in
    As whispers were turning
    Into screams...
    "You know I hate that"
    "Why can't you tell me"
    Screams you don't see...

    When screams faded
    And silence crept in
    There was little left
    To be seen...
    Those oceans felt like
    They were betraying you
    Love which was born there
    Died in them too...

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    When screams faded... silence crept in... all the cracks became visible , the times when smiles hid their doubts resurfaced... engulfing the little love left in their hearts...
    ©moonlitwords

  • moonlitwords 1w

    When you are hurt... it's feels bad.
    But what feels worse is when people you love are hurt because of you...
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  • moonlitwords 1w

    When life gives you something and then takes it away, the hole remains there , filling up with longings, yearnings... when you want to throw them away, but are unable to do it, thats when it starts eating you up... loneliness isn't about when there's no one to pour your heart to, its about the struggle you go through in the inability to do it... when you see around and there's just walls, it feels like you are sinking in water, going deeper , you can't breathe , you shout out into silence , cry those unseen tears but you are still standing when you desperately want to sit down and bury your mind in oblivion... into not thinking anything because thinking gives you those repeated reasons to feel something you don't want to... its hard to stay there, feel darkness crawling on your arms but just hold on there cause there's nothing that lives forever... one day loneliness will die too when you will start seeing the sunbeams in the sunshine, waterdrops in rain and feel that the darkness has become your new friend and now its comfortable there...

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    Loneliness

    When the dark doesn't scare you and the breath you took plunges into silence smoothly, loneliness leaves you then...
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  • moonlitwords 1w

    Scars may remind you of the pain you went through... but they also symbolise healing. Some scars are invisible, hidden under the skin we wear, deep enough to stay unseen.... but when memories push them out, its hard to ignore their presence and you relive the pain that your past embedded in the crevices of your scar which is now on surface... it happens when something reminds you of what you lost, it can be a part of you... a part of your laughter, a part of your peaceful solitude, or a part of the love you had in you...

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    Scars

    Scars are a sign that the wound is no longer bleeding , its not hurting anymore...
    ©moonlitwords

  • moonlitwords 2w

    Something as simple as sitting under a tree and gazing at its branches can also stay with you forever... memories don't need people to last long... sometimes its just the joy in a moment...
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  • moonlitwords 2w

    If you are not gonna do something you want to just because you think it will be a mistake... think again.... maybe regret can be more powerful than guilt...
    ©moonlitwords

  • moonlitwords 2w

    No matter you are living in bungalows or in a hut , no matter you have an expensive car or not, no matter you have great friends or not.. the question is are you content with yourself... are you content with the life you have... content with the kind of sleep you get at night... content of the way life gave you your world or you gave it to your life...
    ©moonlitwords