It's raining inside. Drops are falling with great fury, swirling in mid air and crashing the floor. My pale skin is drenched but the water doesn't seem to seep through me, like an overwatered plant dying of thirst. It's been so long trapped inside these four walls (whom I can hardly call a 'home').
I used to dwell in my dreams. I danced in the rainfall of golden autumn leaves, and they used to sing me a swan song so serene. Fireflies ebbed in and out of the sea of darkness. I wrote poems for them and they told me the stories of mystique lands and dazzling skies. I cut open my scars and bled blues on the paper until it morphed into an art.
But now, everything has changed. My world scorched up in the flames of reality. Two worlds crashed and I got trapped under the rubble. I should be crying, but the tears are somehow afraid to fall. My thoughts are crumpled up like the countless letters you sent me, in which the faded ink still whispers in your voice "Just keep breathing, everything will be alright."
I'm trying to stay alive but the air seems to be getting thinner every minute. The howling winds and the sreeching thunder don't make me afraid anymore. I don't even know if I'm a person or a memory of someone who lost the road to her home and died a long ago. This homesickness is plaguing my soul. Will I ever find my way back home? Will I succumb to this numbness? But that too seems impossible. . . .
//ᴰⁱᵈ ᵐʸ ʰᵒᵐᵉ ᵉᵛᵉʳ ᵉˣⁱˢᵗ?//
Sorry for submitting so late Ashu. And thank you for giving me permission to submit it after the time's over. My occasional writer's blocks and online classes made it very difficult to post it on time. #rf_lang_ch
Hiraeth is a Welsh word meaning "homesickness for a home where you can't go anymore or which never existed."
Gosh! I can't even believe my eyes right now. Thank you so much @writersnetwork and @mirakee for considering this worthy of your valuable repost.
Let's not get tangled up In the so called Hatred and Jealousy.
We don't need to hate, We live to love. The more the better.
Imagine living at a place, Where no harsh feelings exists. Only one thing is what matters Laughter and Smile, Unconditional love.
How would it feel? Blissful right? When we know what will make us happy Why do we not do what we can?
Why do we have to Fight? Go to War? Break hearts? Why?
Ask this question To yourself, The reason of this rage you hold. So tight That you are afraid to love.
You don't let love overpower the fear But you let the fear overpower love. Fear of getting broken, Fear of loving the wrong person, Fear of time and understanding.
And so we choose to let Everything but Love Take charge. We get along with people Who don't understand what love is, And we not even try to let them know Rather we let things flow Gradually getting on the road of Stones It gets worse the more we walk, Eventually falling.
But let's for once understand How important it is to love and spread love. Despite of knowing this already We don't. We expect love, But we fear to give love. Accept this, what you give comes back to you. Even if things go bad, Try to solve, Talk, Cry, Share, Fight if you want to, But at the end of it all Forgive.
We all are fighting, Fighting more than Loving Let's call it a day And start forgiving.