When you leave a person, make sure to erase your footprints remove your existence and bury everything that reminds them of you, not even a single mark, a single sign, a bit of hope, should be left behind, detoxify his/her body, the veins in which your name flows cut them open and take out yourself from the blood, make sure to kill and burn yourself from his/her body and don't leave even the ash, take it with you your body, your soul, your memory, your ghost take away all your things, do a funeral ceremony and then leave c-o-m-p-l-e-t-e-l-y so that he/she won't get haunted by your ghosts and if all this is possible to do then Leave! And finally, When you make up your mind to leave a person, make sure to leave him/her fully, make sure to never return! -sakshirajput
The day, you fell off the swing for the first time, and felt chagrined, and couldn't help but stare at the stale ground to avoid familiar eyes grin, taught me to stand up in dusty pants and walk down the street, Unswayed,untouched to the rusty rants.
Your first fight with your first friend, those nights you spent figuring out the trouble in your head, questioning the immortal if it was you who was erroneous,improper or fallacious, helped me love and support my immediate soul in days of unrest.
The first time you couldn't stand on expectations put forward by others, the first encounter with unfortune or unstudied failure, gifted me rationality and hope, forced me to stand on expectations, not of others,but of my own.
The first time you were deceived in love, the first breakup or departure of a loved one, that left you shattered for days, held your head thinking and predicting, if the zephyr of happiness would ever walk your way, helped me realise that no one else except me could be the harbinger of my own happiness, or herald of my own misfortune.
I know you've cried, and walked on wrong paths, and made silly mistakes but honey, the aftermath of your story, unfolds the fiction of my life, where you've personified your fears, Into my splendiferous strengths, You've moulded your incomplete phrases, Into poetry that my heart breathes, but my favourite part is the oxymoron, you penned out of us, without which every sentence would have been left unsaid.
-your future self.
Feeling low today. Maybe my future self will feel blessed tomorrow.
There's a bloom of Jasmine in my backyard. The kind that thrives at night. I bought her last month. Each morning, I water her. Each night, she blossoms.
She greets me with a delightful fragrance, and I tell her of our stories. I remember only the good things, I tell her, quoting Elio. And she beams.
I tell her of your voice, and how perfect my name sounds, spilling from your lips. I tell her of the way we laugh, stealing glances instead of breaths. I tell her how beautiful the sunlight seems, falling on your face, and how dazzling, feels the light that reflects your smile.
I tell her how your hair, to me was the softest thing in the world. I tell her how your touch, was purer than rain. I tell her how you disliked monsoons, because it disrupted your game. And I tell her how you stayed, in the rain with me anyway.
I tell her how your eyes, grazed my soul in a way no one else dared. I tell her of your grace, how you defined elegance. I tell her of your kindness, how deeply you understood the world, and I tell her how we swayed, to the melody of our favourite song.
I smile wildly at the memories, and she, shines back. I pray she doesn't sense, the sadness within.
She wraps me in her perfume, and sings me to sleep. I'm a desolate vessel, trying too hard to spread happiness lest, it ever come to me.