You see, sometimes the music that's played again & again just becomes noise. It's hard for a song to remain a song. Sometimes love letters just become mere random words. It's hard for a promise to remain a promise. Sometimes apologies break people more than they mend them. It's easy for a wound to remain a wound. (Forever) I am strangely obsessed with dead roses now. I wish to carry sunflowers in my pockets. But they suffocate & die. Dandelions in my careless hands got crushed. No wish survives. I am a graveyard. A graveyard of my own dreams. Its broken pieces buried themselves and I bleed wherever I step. A deep deep sigh. The older I grow the more I feel like a lost kid. I can't explain people that brokeness runs in my family. Art is hereditary and so is coldness. You tell me your mother taught you numbers by making you count the stars. Whenever I tell you that you are lucky to have a loving family I'm actually reminding myself how unlucky I am. I don't want to use 'love' & 'family' in the same sentence. I live in a distant past. Flailing for answers only to fetch more questions. A wound never healed smarts again. You don't notice as my heart rips apart. Your sadness has got everything to do with me. But mine got nothing to do with you. You don't like me when I'm sad. So I smile, wondering if you like me at all. Nobody understands me which is to say nobody understands my sadness. You will never know what it's like to be kind enough to listen to everyone but never being brave enough to speak. I find things that might make me numb. But they don't last for long. Do they ever? Does anything ever? Sadness finds me. In movie scenes that are not supposed to be sad. In lyrics of a painless song. In the walls of my perfect "house". In the silence of my "perfect" family. It finds me. It's inside me. I am dragging a meaningless empty existence. I am crying while listening to my favorite songs. I am holding my world together with poorly written sentences I called poetry. But for how long? How long? //I can't do this anymore// ~mahnoor
When we stay in long distance relationship, we rely mostly on nature when we miss our lover. We convey our love towards them and propose that we are incomplete without each other. So to witness this undying love,we collaborated on this.
Where the breeze meets the night, I sense your whispers in my ears, darlin'
Only you can decipher those whispers querida , the plethora of love it carries belongs to you!
~The broken wind
The murmurs of the leaves convey me the kisses you give, myriad sensations of love I can feel.
Birds swaying in glee rejuvenates the poetries I have inked about your beauty
~The broken wind
The moon is showering me its effulgence to adore my lover's rhyme, Your woman is pleased.
The night shades its blackness and veil my mind in the wee hours as I gaze at the stars in awe and imagine the distance between you and me.
~The broken wind
Moonlight coming through the curtains, gentle wind traversing around you and me, dreams of witnessing us making love!
Fear not the distance, love can make its own way, and we're in love..
I feel like a stranger In my own home Like a visitor Crashing on the couch Waiting for the morning Just so I could Slip out without Waking up everyone else While tapping idly On my phones I feel like winter Is coming even though It's been more Than five years Since I last watched An episode of Game of Thrones.
But you told me That I was walking On a November morn I didn't know then That the cold wind Was stabbing my cheek And the rain Was falling like Pinpricks on my skin You tell me my Eyes are like a child Seeking out wonder At every turn Like a newly born.
Now my face is All needles and pins And you talk To me of stories That were and Stories that could Have been, and I Walk into the woods Knowing that if I lost my way You'd be there To save me From my sins.