Beautiful every beautiful thing is like a band that ties us to this earth as it makes us want to live and enjoy these things of beauty these beauties gives hope to human and make them want to live in spite of all the sorrow, ill-well and unpleasant experiences something that leaves ever lasting experiencing impression on our heart, our soul guiding us from every thick n thin of life making it more blissful through the eternal impression, it never passes into nothingness beauty in all shapes n forms helps us drive away all the sorrow of life despites dark spirits they have power to elevate them and give us a soothing effect this all is just divine this beauty is just like clear rills❤ piyush
What poetry looks like ? I don't know because I forgot your face. I forgot how your smile feels like, I forgot how your touch smells like. I forgot everything. Your picture is BLUR too. I want to clear this smog But this heart doesn't allow me to do so. I can't weave words because your voice gave birth to my feeling and that feeling had all the words in its womb. But now the feelings are deaf. And all my poetries died before they were taught how to feel. Everything realised the worth . You always failed to draw "the us". What should I name that feeling which once and for the first time gave me those butterflies, first love or first heartbreak ? I don't want to welcome you in my castle but just want to keep you in between the pages of my dairy. The twilight hours make me helpless, force me to run to you. But this heart, this heart recites the tale of pain and ask me to go back in the room full of FAIRY LIGHTS where I realise that life is still a fairy tale like my childhood dreams, even without you. Every second of the day presents a dim picture of you. But I know, my heart knows even though you weren't real but once for a second even your fake feelings felt for my innocence. I know i don't want you but laying in a bed in a room where darkness is hugging the walls and ceiling is kissing the echo of my silent heart, I know this heart detests you and this soul still wants you, I need you.
Remember when I said, " I wish, if I could keep you" ?
- Anjali -
1st November, 2017 || 00:56 am || Picture credits - Me
The smell of those lost songs are still in the air. Air, which throttles me now. Somehow those memories are my rescuer, they are my summer breeze. But the feelings, yes those fake, fucked up feelings of yours are ghosting me. I'm not that same young and naive,16 year old nonetheless that "kid in love" is breathing in me which sometimes makes me lose my sensiblity. I'm just playing the game of hide and seek with my emotions. With my breathless emotion, maybe? Cigarettes ain't helping me now because I'm high on pain. Hoping for a change but the past stories are giving my winter heart the summer feels. I have become the human version of winter but the departed roses, wine and sunsets, these soulful shades, seven days a week, welcome me with their open arms and give this winter soul the warmth of summer.