Blue Roses
©thelogist
thelogist
A day that's darker than the night!
-
thelogist 1d
You kept blue roses beside my bed
And I still admired them
Their fragrance was of honesty
But I saw them smirk at me
I guess they saw the tragedy
Long before it destroyed our hearts
I still have them in my black diary
I tried to write some poetry in it
Masquerading it with beautiful lies
But I guess those blue roses
Have made it their home
That's why no word would pour upon
Those sorrow settled pages
They don't even wither away
Strong enough to carry the pain
On one fine night, I finally decided
To throw them away or burn the diary
But the moment I touched them
They brought back the pain & agony
And then I understood it all;
The pain & sorrow isn't to be dealt that way
But is to be felt, learnt and let go
To keep it as a reminder of
What you've been through
And how you made it through. -
thelogist 1d
A silence pierces through this chaos. I wonder if it's my heart or yours. I sit under this blue evening sky hoping for something. It's you and me every evening at 7:23. The sky seems lonely and so do we. I wonder if you feel it too. The pain we got through. My smile and your eyes convey the same story. We lost a lot but we got us baby.
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thelogist 4d
I sometimes think how do you feel when you listen to those songs that remind you of me. Not the ones where you lose someone you love but the ones where you are reminded of what you did to me. Do you listen them? Or you skip those songs? And if you muster the courage to play them what thoughts do you have? A song that tells that tale from your past and takes you back to that story we both once were a part of. Whose shreds still lie in that graveyard of your barren heart. A song that tells what happens when you break the one who loved you and their trust into pieces. A song that tells you how that person held themself up and just watched you leave without looking back even for once. A song that tells you how every night their tears worked to bring them back to life. A song that haunts you how they've healed, learnt to let go and found their lost happiness. A song that warns you that whatever you did to them, no matter how miniscule will come back to you.
A Song
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thelogist 5d
People
I've seen people walk away
Without an ounce of regard
For the one who they knew
Would stay and keep waiting;
Yet they walk out
Casually.
Unapologetically.
Abandoning the other
In their house of hopes;
That will eventually make them
Never hope and trust anyone
Ever again.
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thelogist 5d
Sometimes things hurt you brutally.
Don't say that it doesn't hurt;
Why do you have to lie regarding you,
Even to yourself?
Saying that it doesn't hurt will never
Make it go away.
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thelogist 1w
In my dreams
I keep memories of you in my dreams. That's the only place now where we meet. Share a word or two probably but there I can still feel. Feel everything about you and what we had in between. I can look at you. How your lips curl when you smile. In my dreams, we are not strangers. And it's only there where you don't leave.
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thelogist 2w
Done
I think I had been too good for too long,
Or maybe I just treated you wrong;
Surely, crushing me to pieces would've been fun,
But let me show you how it's done.
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thelogist 2w
I don't need to ask you anything.
Or know anything about you;
Because you proved it.
So well.
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thelogist 2w
It's okay
It's okay.
It's okay if you are not ready to fight;
It's okay if you are tired;
It's okay if you want to rest;
There's no shame in that.
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thelogist 3w
If I was bad,
How come you turned out worse?
You could've been better;
If not good.
But anyways thank you;
For letting me know
I can be this influential.
©thelogist
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whitewings 11w
The thing with growing up is, you begin to realise... you aren't special. You aren't going to rattle authorities and topple governments one day. You aren't going to invent something amazing or discover something magnificent. You aren't going to change lives of millions or set a new path for generations to follow. It's realizing that most of your time is going to be spent on chairs... in offices and restaurants and roadside stalls... discussing those who make a difference. It's realising that you will not be spending your life travelling the globe. A week long annual family vacation is all you can afford... financially and with respect to time. It's realising that the spike in price of onions and flour will bother you more than the fall in price of a luxury car. Growing up is seeing the magic fade before your eyes. It is witnessing the fall of a dream... bit by bit. It is silently accepting defeat... just to retain peace. Growing up is being tired. Growing up... is looking forward to the end... of everything.
©whitewingsGrowing up...
is looking forward to the end...
of everything.
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whitewings 13w
If God is to survive,
religion must die.
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whitewings 13w
My heart space
was raped.
I woke up numb,
with a stinging pain.
In my sleep
they came
with chisels and hammers and spade
scratched and burned
and tried every brutal means to erase
the names...
of everything that was dear to me.
I woke up
ashamed, enraged,
with a gnawing ache.
Empty, traumatized.
I kept staring blankly
into the nothingness ahead of me...
and also behind.
Everything had been erased.
I was back into vacuum,
alone, afraid.
©WhiteWingsMy heart space
was raped.
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whitewings 19w
Everytime that you ask me,
what have I been up to these days...
I don't know what to say.
I haven't been doing anything it seems.
Nothing special, I mean.
I didn't learn any skill.
I didn't create anything.
Haven't been talking to any of my old friends.
Haven't been reading any book
or searching for a guide or a guru.
Didn't watch any movie or series until the end.
I was invited to some events...
but didn't go.
Because I couldn't pretend.
Maybe I'm living the same day again and again.
A xerox of the same story
translated in multiple languages.
Life lately has been a strange palette
of colors merging and flowing...
to create
hues I didn't know existed.
I've been curling in...
willingly, happily... maybe.
There's nothing on the outside I could show you...
Nothing I could present
with the glitter of filters and hashtags.
But I've been uprooting cities within.
Saving forests from fires
and cleaning all the streams.
There's so much going on in my silence...
I don't know if words could do any justice
to all those ways
in which I've been dying and living,
everyday.
I've been up-to nothing exciting these days...
if you see it from where you are.
Come a little closer,
if you believe you're brave...
and I'll give you a glimpse
of the storms I've been
acknowledging, orchestrating, editing and surviving
behind this veil
of a stagnant state.
©WhiteWingsEverytime that you ask me,
what have I been up to these days...
I don't know what to say.
©whitewings
