I imagine you to be a narcissist if you were a human, and trust me, you're not to be blamed. Who doesn't love you? Nightlife is your baby, you always cradling it with such love and passion as if it was born after years of prayers. People feel alive in the excitement you offer - 24-hours busy roads with tons of vehicles snaking their ways from point A to point B, the glamour that begs you to become rich, the style that makes you a spendthrift, the food that instantly makes you a food-blogger and the beaches that kiss the drowning sun with the hope of seeing it again the next morning.
But, have you ever, ever been to villages? You are so self-absorbed, you probably must have over-looked their beauty. They are everything you are not, and trust me, I mean it in the most humble way. The air has a different kind of sweetness, that addictive fragrance that exhilarates you and energizes your body. You won't see huge concrete buildings or those made of glass. But, you'll see pretty, tiny houses, probably only the size of your drawing room, their walls filled with the old photo frames, photos of Gods they worship and find hope in, with the drawings their little ones make and the flakes expressing the perishing beauty of their homes. You'll see chickens, goats, and cows seemingly having a meaningful conversation with each other and enjoying the company. You'll notice how the laid out farms smell of hardwork and earnest sweat, of the blood that graces the soil and increases its worth infinitely.
But amongst everything, you'll find people who define love, with their hearts as pure as the purest, so huge as if a whole universe lies within them. Their oneness will make you green with envy. Look into their eyes, and you'll be sucked into a place of million dreams and hopes, a willingness to put everything they have to achieve them. Look at them, and you'll know the meaning of true happiness, peace and satisfaction.
World is materialistic, and will be more. You've to know where the trueness of your life lies.
- A Lost Wanderer Finding Life.
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Do dead roses have a fragrance? I always wondered.
They do, they don't. Maybe They smell of broken promises And all the good times that are left behind, Of unacknowledged passion Of the flickering flame of dying desire. And probably of all the love That lies moribund in The darkest corner of the hearts.
Or they probably are aromatic Of unopened surprises Because of the clouding anxiety, Of the threaded feathers Suppressing you of the heights Or of the unlimited opportunities That now seem to be pretty limited.
How do you perceive it?
They are dying, Losing the grace which envies The beauty of the starry night. They are dying, Losing the strength and Putting glassy hearts to shame.
They are dying But they still symbolise love, Love and assurance of being there. They no more possess colour - Bright, and the velvety touch, too. But they sound like Fallen leaves in autumn When you step through them Making way for your Newer and better self.
These dead roses are the layers We usually tend to wear off And never realise. It's the change we see in others It's the change that they see in us. And let's try to make it better, always For the dead roses in the vase Could be replaced with the new ones But, fortunately or unfortunately, We couldn't.
It's been a while Since I read a book And learnt new words And felt overwhelming emotions Trying to get their way out Sometimes through my eyes, Through my words or sometimes Just through my actions.
It's been a while Since I met my old friends And talked to them about life - Theirs as well as mine, How it was lately, If they missed talking to me Reminiscing all those times In school and school buses We spent, talking about random things, Some of them which Don't even make sense now.
It's been a while Since I talked to my mom And asked if she was okay Because planning the future Of an engineer kid along with The one with a bit of Down's Syndrome And making the ends meet Without letting anyone know How huge of a task that is Could be really stressful.
It's been a while Since I talked to my boyfriend For hours without checking The time on the clock Because my studies and his work Have intricately made themselves priorities In the hustle and bustle of life And also because 'this' is termed As the most critical time Of our to-be-luxurious lives.
It's been a while Since I really listened to a song And understood the lyrics Which touched my heart and soul And put my mind in a place Where peace was all you could find, Since I appreciated the people On their beautiful earrings, Their newly bought shoes, Or just the new haircut they got And thanked them For helping me complete my assignments And lending me their notes When I bunked the lectures And also for receiving my calls At the most untimely hour.
It's been a while Since I acknowledged This beautiful place, That clear sky and those white Fur balls claiming as clouds and The tall, green trees and The pricking grass and waxy leaves That cute Retriever with its tail wagging The crashing waves at the beach And the promising horizon And everything that makes Living so beautiful.
It's been forever Since I focussed on good things Rather than complaining and Anticipating situations and decisions That couldn't be changed. It's been forever But it's never too late To put smiling faces on And take strides towards Celebrating good times and Pulling out the positivity From the bad ones.
Today, as I sat in the train gazing at the busy life, two girls made themselves comfortable on the empty seats beside me.
I consider eavesdropping as a sin, but couldn't help myself when I committed it. The laughs of them which echoed when they entered the train seemed now to blow away in the polluted air.
"I'd told you to not tell him!" The one with short hair said.
The other one had really long hair which she had secured with a loose telephone-wire-like hair band. She still smiled, not knowing how upset her friend was.
"I just wanted to help. He really likes you. So what if he knows that you do, too?"
"You don't understand the fragility, here. I don't want to come out as desperate and clingy! And anyway, why do you always have to keep poking your nose around in my life!" She huffed and I sensed her shifting a little towards me and away from her Rapunzel friend.
There was a brief moment of silence and I didn't dare to look at them. Because, I knew that her eyes held hurt.
The Rapunzel friend scooped her arm around the short-hair one and said, "No! You're not. And why would he think that? I got it all covered." She winked, but her smile had disappeared. Suddenly, her beautiful face was not so beautiful anymore.
The cranky friend looked at the Rapunzel one and said, "Sometimes, I just say too much. I'm sorry?"
"But, I know I've got you always. I know you would be here to make me understand things and make everything right in my life." This time the cranky one put her arms around Rapunzel.
And just two seconds later, they hugged. They had nothing to do with me but I felt a rush of joy coursing within me.
That's probably because, I know eavesdropping is a sin, and yet I had committed it only to experience that little joy of having a best friend. It reminded me of my days with her.
It's amazing and beautiful how they make our worst days bearable and best days memorable.
Tag your best friends to know they are special and how you miss them!
Those captivating irises, Kissable, luscious lips, That manly beard Defining his jaw line On that white sculpted face He was a beauty I wanted to possess.
That fragile ego, Red anger around the irises, The shaking of hands, And the bulging blue veins On the vanilla surface of his neck, And mindlessly moving Of his tongue He was a beast I wanted to free myself from.
This love was complicated Deeply rooted in my heart. If I tried to grab it out I might die. This was my love story where He was my beauty And he was my beast The story which wasn't Supposed to be narrated to kids But to helpless adults like me So they could try and Free themselves out From the twisted fairyland.
And like the ice turning to water, Her knees wobbled with an intensity She didn't know existed As she saw who stood before her - All in flesh and blood, All in freckles and glass eyes, The one that said would come back But, never did, While she waited and wailed for, For days, weeks and months. And now, here he was With his arms wide open, Eager to wrap them around her. She took her first step, Heard her baby crying, And saw the diamond ring She was wearing That secretly held the promises She had made and kept. She took a step back. She realised, Spring days were long gone, Autumn was here, And it was the time of fall When the leaves which once Looked so beautiful and strong Were destined to give up.
We've been through so many emotions The saccharin happiness And the tear-less sadness The fluttering excitement The dreadful sorrow The horrifying fear And so much more.
It's been a tough year With so many people Coming into our lives And leaving without a word Leaving without any goodbyes. But, we made it through all.
The breakup which made you Cry so hard that those hiccups Choked your throat while you talked And made you disconnect With this colourful world And made you see everything In just black and white, You made through it.
The death of your granny Threw you into a pit Of darkness and silence Because all you could think of Was all those moments You had spent with her, The laughs, the advises And the complaints, But, you made through it, too.
You failed one more attempt that You made towards the success. It banged you hard on floor Which left you hurt for months But also gave you strength To stand up with so much power You didn't realise you had it in you. You made through another failure.
You had had your share of Despair and elation. Let it slide back so that We open new doors to welcome New opportunities, new attempts, Fresh success and fresh failure Our own share of destiny. If we've made it through so much We can surely make through Anything in the world.
It's the last day of this year. I really hope on this last day, you've a beautiful smile on your face which you take forward to welcome a new year. We all deserve happiness.
We've been through arguments, Sometimes verbally aggressive fights, Because, I stayed glued to my grounds Not trying to step into your shoes And hurling my dominating words on you, Or because you were being unreasonable, Way too practical for my liking, Sometimes silence, As if the place had turned into a graveyard As if every living thing In the space around us had touched death.
We've been through problems, Those related to both of us, You, not understanding My words and sentences. I, as you claimed, not understanding Your genuine emotions. It was like, we both were playing our own games And no one wanted to lose. It seemed like the maturity in us had evaporated With the war words that we didn't even mean.
We've been through problems, Those that we dealt with, individually. I had noticed that huge pile of files Sitting indolently at the corner, Touching the newly painted wall, Of your neatly arranged table in the office room That you so excitedly had changed our guest room to. You said that you would spend more time with me. You didn't, although you tried, But the workload was so much It outweighed your weak, yet veritable promises.
You've been with me through all. You helped me get your mother to like me, And your dad to accept me. We've stood up like shields before each other When we sensed an oncoming war. We've cleaned each other's vomit, Stayed awake multiple nights when one of us was sick, Surprised each other with impromptu meets, Tasted the dishes we actually hated, Although with scrunched up nose and half-opened eyes, Cooked for each other, implementing our self-acclaimed adeptness And did everything that would make us What most couples want to become - goals.
And most importantly, We'd promised to love each other Although that's not how it works, Because loving someone is not a task to be accomplished But a feeling to engage in with that someone. We've been through so much together, So, this is just a spark that seems to be dulling As the years wash over us. The magnitude of this feeling is so large, Lighting a spark again seems like making that chocolate coffee, The one we always make together, The easiest of all. Come, let's keep everything aside And work on this, work on us, Because, that spark just needs the two of us, honest and accepting.
Thank you for reading till here. Means a lot to me.
The closed windows Never lied to her. They showed her how The birds flew with zeal. They showed that When the darkness spreads, The stars reveal themselves. And when the Sun rises again, The new opportunities Shine bright as the day Giving you infinite chances And opportunities Helping you grow And become beautiful As the days run by. The closed windows Never lied to her. She knew she didn't Deserve to be locked away But to be soaring higher And higher.
Pssst...are you awake? You must be tired Been sleeping for days Maybe years....I'm not sure Unless you sleep walk Could it be? Do you? I'll be quiet now Let you rest You're probably lost in a dream Or a nightmare But then again...its day time So is it a daydream? Okay...just forget it
Pssst...are you getting up soon? You dont want to be late...do you? I'll let you sleep a little longer Eat your breakfast on the run Kiss the kids and leave me hungry With a question on my lips As if a knock on the door Makes me want to hide Could be someone we both know From the past From the future
Pssst...Are you awake? Do you know what day it is? Yes...today is the day No...not a birthday What do you mean you forgot? It's all the same Just like yesterday Nothing changes Just like yesterday Of course you remember Just like yesterday There is no escape No...none
Pssst....Remember you were happy? For a little while...yes? Then you were tired again Tired of what? You must have some idea? I was talking to you And you fell asleep Mid-sentence What a shame For you were so young Then became so old What happened?
Pssst....Are you alive? You were once...do you remember? Walking in the morning dew Holding hands in vicious sunsets Dancing round a bonfire Of resentment Counting stars as if salvation Until someone reminded you Of something you did Long ago I thought you had forgotten But the memory became a drug Addicted...you swallowed every day Now you cant wake up
Here's my entry for my 'Word Invention Wednesday' challenge. This is a piece I wrote back in January 2017. The word I invented was 'sereptitude.' In order to qualify for the @mirakee daily challenge, I've added an additional stanza which includes today's challenge word: 'multitude.' Thank you for reading. Blessings, Carolyn
Meaning: A dark side of existence, dense space of mind, an introvert space of being. In physical analogy, darxistence can be an unknown form of energy which is hypothesized to permeate the emotional quotient of a being, a mortal yet immortal state of mind.