Answering is easier when there are no follow up questions. when the other person isn’t here anymore.
in stories and poems you can confess the biggest truth and get away with the crime.
i confess - i love you. because, it wasn’t specific. it wasn’t supposed to be easy. it was one of the better things i felt this year.
you had asked - why me?
i wish i had an answer that made sense to us both. an answer that was both logical and simple.
but you because - i let my guard down. but you because - there was deep gentleness. but you because - you are true. but you because - i didn’ think i would love someone again this quickly. but you because - you are something special.
but all lovers are fools. i knew it wasn’t going to be easy between us. you’ve never been in love. and i’ve been in love a few times to know, it wouldn’t last. but all lovers like to be hopeful that a kind of love is out there that lasts. maybe it’s mine.
maybe, the poets are wrong and love is not some remedy to loneliness. it’s just a drug and we all overdose on it.
when you had said, i’d rather become a poem than a poet neither of us thought this is how it’d be. not being a poem of love. __ Via Instagram #Thescribbledstories @writersnetwork
I was fourteen, when my mother told me, that people make good company, I've been lonely ever since. That's the first time I realized mother's could be wrong too.
I was fifteen, when my sister told me, that love is easy to find. She forgot to add, that it is only hard to hold onto. That year, my sister lost faith in love.
I was sixteen, when my father told me, that the world is not yet safe for me. That evening when four men followed me as I returned from my coaching classes, made me believe in him, although I lost faith in the whole world.
I was seventeen, when my friend told me, that she'd always be there for me. Yet I attend her funeral on September eighteenth every year.
I was eighteen, when my therapist told me, that I could end the sadness within me. I believed her and tried to take an overdose of Opioids.
I was nineteen, when I realized I had encountered too many people being proven wrong.
I learnt that people do not make loneliness go away, nor do love stay. I learnt that women are not safe in their own motherland, nor are we safe from ourselves. I learnt sadness make us interpret good things as bad.
As tomorrow I'll be twenty, I wonder which belief of mine is at stake? #writersnetwork /Fictional\
Beneath the drab drapes I am back to square one with the phrases and sentences of all of them and all of you. Infact,only you! Fetching the echoes etched upon the gone by epoch like the tattoo I have with your name . With each day passing by those days come back, and the tranquility of my soul surmise you. Whether the call of rain or the goodbye of spring My season rest down to winter. With the hue of Stygian I paint the souvenir protagonisting both of us my Arms try to embrace your presence through the zephyer, You being the panoramic constant of my orbs urge them to wink at your hunch My heart probing your pulse call you at the same But My mind still ask to let go. Was the road you took not meant for me or i stepped into a labyrinth. At the further side of whom there is nothing you may call as vent. "Stucked in the labyrinth my existence asks you to help oblivious of the fact that you made me trap."
HOW WE GET CONFUSED BETWEEN LOVE AND INFATUATION! We come to realise this after getting into relationship, with the passage of time and it doesn't take long.
Hey love, is it true that my memories haunt you no more? You don't miss me anymore, do you? I heard that you have already moved on. If so.., you have never loved me, that I can ensure. Do you know why? I'll tell you, not to worry.
When you love someone truly with a genuine heart, The moments you passed with him/her do not fade away so soon...
And if you think I'm the worst chapter of your life, I won't complain, I would rather be glad That you got to experience something new And it's up to you, in which way this will be used.
Umm... I haven't told you what exactly had made me leave you, right? . This too, I'm going to let you know now itself!
When we first fell for each other, I told you I wanted to traverse the depths of love and you asked if I know what's its depth. That was not really what I wanted you to speak. But.. As I felt I loved you, I hid my discontent and never wanted you to get hurt. And dear, I didn't ever wish to highlight this thing but you pushed me. Pardon please!
Even when I was about to ask you for breakup, I didn't want to hurt you and thus, it took me long to do so. But if I kept on being in our relationship, I would have become a withered leaf and my spring would never come because you failed to shower me with the Poem of the Earth, RAIN.
You were like a floating ice on a vast ocean and I knew you would lost yourself when certain forces melt you and that exactly happened. I'm a complex creature, and I, myself is not familiar with who I truly am. So I wonder how could you judge me as fake or real after we separated.
I Love DEPTHs in everything I come across while you failed to accompany me in this. Do you know how? When any of my activities hurt you, you simply used to tell me directly But I didn't and you know it quite well. I don't speak much, not because I don't want to but it's something that is still a mystery to me too. I thought you would slowly make me express more, I thought you would help me solve the mystery in me But you got frustrated with my silence You started forcing me to speak And that's not a way to treat your woman I wish you were more romantic than practical, at least to me.. But you were the same with me as you're with the world! And That's where I felt silence loves me more than you do.
The way you put out my flaws and began to give lectures on them discomfort me somehow. I don't say you shouldn't have let me know where I need improvement.. But you were supposed to be concerned with my comfort, and you should have known that I might feel ashamed or awkward and these depend on how you express what you wish to...
I know you are more experienced than me But I am not so naive to be protected all the time, I don't speak out doesn't mean I know nothing And my silence isn't an indicator of stupidity, I think so.. It's my age of committing mistakes and learn. If you keep on shielding me, how will I learn to stand for myself?
You said I'm attractive And you used to complain why I ignored you I really didn't intend to do so But sorry to say I found our talks neither interesting nor informative I thought, if I say this directly to you, you would feel embarrassed, so I kept quiet That's how you lost your magnetism for me!
AND DEAR, I DON'T HATE YOU I DIDN'T LEAVE YOU COZ I FOUND SOMEONE BUT I FELT WE WERE NOT MEANT TO BE ONE I COULD NOT GIVE YOU MY ATTENTION YOU WANT AND I THOUGHT YOU DESERVE SOMEONE WHO CAN BLESS YOU WITH HER TIME AND LOVE SOMEONE WHO CARES FOR YOU WHO CAN RETURN YOU WHAT YOU HAVE GIVEN (that's what you always grouse about) AND MAKE YOU SMILE ALWAYS...❤️
*It's Winter solstice a time to casually celebrate;☄️ Longest night of the year check it out, 22nd December is the date!⏳ *Out of numerous bickerings, we face or participate in, each day;⛅ Let's come together for counting stars, ✨ are you ready to accompany me and play!? *And with so much enthusiasm we would start, 1,2,3....10!! Oh wait, was the 11th already my counted's part?? *Confused messing ourselves like crazy, we would finally give up, Nevermind, all I wanted to ask my buddies was........