Starling murmurations, Under your golden canopy, Such a breathtaking view See my beady eyes. Their patterns, unison, Twists and turns, makes me wonder of how the real world runs. The ones inside my windows Keep dancing to their beats, As if hypnotizing them to see inside, their true dreams.
Venus's Girdle, Look! The sky is blushing. Thousands, of starlings like lovers, flying and singing. With wind their wings Call out each other, What an incredible display! My heart skips another.
It's been six years since you left, Didn't you feel like to give a visit once? Far from the dust of city, You left for a search of the gem, Knots of inspiration you left, but, without a goodbye thread? You stood on their expectations But what about your this friend? So many promises and plans do you remember any of them? Let's wait for the right time, Right time to shake hands, But all I see is now just a screen connected with those 26 alphabets.
Nicknames? nicknames Always create something special, Something unknown, they say, And I believe, I believe every word they lay. Remember this? One of the reasons we met. Yeah, that flashback! That flashback still makes you smile, I bet. From my broken words to healed ones I still cherish those moments and bows down to destiny for such a beautiful present. - Muskan
Distance is the most sorrowful word you learn when you dive into unrequited bonds. Because unrequited love, unrequited friendships they all seem great in the beginning but as go deeper and deeper they suck out the life from you, they kill you emotionally and socially. It all feels Rosey in the beginning but the reality is that it all looks good in fiction only. And fiction is a LIE but you live the truth. . Distance- the hardest lesson, the sorrowful word and the toughest action that you need to take before diving into the pool of emotions, before getting into the depths of people, before giving you away for someone who won't even give a piece of himself/herself for you. Sometimes, the best thing you can do for you is to distance yourself from everything and everyone who is/can be the cause of your pain. Going away from people who mean the most to you is not 'holding grudges with them', it is not 'never talking to them again', it is not 'never meeting again'. But it is a step to heal the wound that you are living with. . Distance doesn't lessen the bond, it broadens your vision to look at the bond. With me, it has always been this way, distance has always been a remedy to save the amount of love and respect that is left. Distancing yourself is hard but important to save the bond, to save love and to save friendship because when you stay there in the places where you don't receive what you give, you become problematic, you find out faults in everything, you worry about the things unnecessarily, you hurt yourself and then you turn into a toxic person, not necessarily for anyone else but for yourself. You turn toxic for yourself but you need to save yourself. . D-i-s-t-a-n-c-e because you gotta save something so pure. D-i-s-t-a-n-c-e because you gotta stop yourself from breaking. D-i-s-t-a-n-c-e because you gotta protect your peace. D-i-s-t-a-n-c-e because you gotta meet them again, happily.
the sky never seemed to care about what you feel. for a poetic touch, you gave it a color, a life, and a story that fits in your journal.
but it was never the same, always changing; from one color to another. blue to the orange to the red and sometimes, a bit too grey for your liking.
you chose a word to match the color and a few more for the clouds and the wind.
it's always blue when you begin, not too bright but not too sad peeking through the window to the beginning; a beginning that's so uncertain. but put a smile on your face, a tired little one where your lips barely move.
you don't know why, but grey always had a sad story to rain down. sometimes a gentle kiss on your numb body sometimes drowning you to death. but, it always had something sad about it.
sadness that always fits so perfectly about a long lost one, as it rains down to drench the streets and numb the pain of all the ones that look through a window and leave a sigh.
like a fine Claude Monet's painting, the sky bleeds into a perfect stroke of all the colors; but it's never the same the next day. silent, but tranquil moments of serendipity that lets you breathe. some endings are always more artistic than some beginnings.
the day strips down into the night to end the charade; there is too much dark between the stars. we turn on the artificial colors to fill the room, darkness always questioned your existence.
you always loved the night sky, my moonchild; when the sky lay bare against your eyes you wrote the best lines of all the things that never made sense in your head but somehow someone felt connected to like the stars that always stayed till the end.
a tiny dot in the endless space, awed by the wonders that hide from the sight. perhaps, some infinities are bigger than what we can comprehend. but you always wondered what the sky feels.