Let’s hear it.ย 

We have always expressed the inner voice or haven’t. We gracefully miss out the art of listening. When someone wants to speak,  someone just wants to be heard, maybe all times or one time or only last time. Be that person,  listen to someone today. ๐Ÿ™‚

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When I Re-read those pages.

I tell you here , there is no denial

I sat on a heavy night as fight in my trials.

Weaving many things together for a conclusion,

The one I couldn’t reach, maybe for a lack of reason.

I heaved a sigh and looked up ,

My eyes fall on the hardbound brown diary sitting on the shelf right on the top.

Opening it again ,I felt was a must

As what it collected was much more than dust.

I went through the pages, that feeling I couldn’t help,

as the pages rolled, the fight within felt closer to myself.

I read, I understood and embraced my motive that had started to fade,

Emotions and pain, for which I had the diary made.

One more thing yet again I discovered,

I already knew where I stood in everyone’s life,

This night,

I knew it better. ๐Ÿ˜Œ

@quiescentlistener.

Distant Nearby’s

Clicked at my terrace on a full moon night.

(Picture has been taken in my terrace on a full moon night)

I guess I am aware of the falling burdens and the restlessness around. I’m aware of the dark things , the heavy things and the weight of it. I can feel a path so treacherous and situations with disaster.

But there is something, something in the midst of burden, something that gives me trance, a feeling, a pull , a thought of your presence after the miles of distance , I still feel you so close to me like you’re about pop up right in front of me, anytime, any moment.

What is it, that’s not there but still so prominent to make it presence felt, like you walking beside of me and comforting the weariness of my feet. How is it that we’re so far and yet so close?

To my distant nearby ๐Ÿ™‚

@quiescentlistener

You don’t need a vacation.

Use your expensive shower gel that has been in the corner but is avoided every day due to the ‘quick shower , running late ‘ routine .

That favourite restaurant of yours? that you haven’t visited with your beloved due to hectic schedule , is desperate to see your face.

Your adventure backpack and sport shoes have become best friends talking about how much they need to go out.

The gram flour and lemon have almost resisted themselves from any curry to be the part of your crazy D.I.Y’s.

Your house is giving you every signal with the cobwebs and dust wanting you to understand it also needs some attention.

Probably ,

Your phone is tired of being held,

That laptop heated with workload,

And your mind flowing with stress .

But you don’t exactly need a vacation, you just need a break.

Don’t be afraid to take it.

Do share with me, what you do.

@quiescentlistener.

Not your idea of perfection.

I’m not the prefect daughter,

I made a lot of mistakes that sometimes hurt the temperament of my parents.

I’m not the prefect sister,

I busted some of my brother’s secrets to my parents when I was small & ate his cake too.

I’m not the perfect friend,

I maintained distance according to my moods and did what I wanted to.

I’m not the prefect lover,

I have some of my days wrapped in insecurities and questions for nothing.

I am that spilled and scattered mess that still chose to drive through this, I may not be your idea of perfection but then who is anyway ?

Hardest thing.ย 

Hardest thing ain’t no metal, 

Nor I imagine a plated medal. 

Hardest thing is not what you can’t push away, 

But,  I believe it’s when you have nothing to say. 

Hardest thing is not a chest stroked with a sword ,

But when you feel so much pain,  and can’t put it in words. 

#Just a midnight thing. 

@quiescentlistener 

Unmotivated.ย 

We’ve all had our share of days where nothing feels right, nothing goes right. These black dates are one of those kind of dates that drags us,  our self esteem and happiness down. 

As an artist, your whole life shall be devoted in finding the right inspiration or the right word but you just wouldn’t. I could just scroll through my drafts to a number of unfinished work waiting to be published but all I want to put up shall probably be something I haven’t written before. But in one of these days,  I just wouldn’t get the motivation. 

My words convert into blank spaces and the heavy jamming  clogs my thoughts.Maybe I need the motivation everyone keeps looking for and maybe it’s too away from me.  I guess we all stay unmotivated at times. 

I guess it’s okay. Is it?  

I would love to know if anyone else feels the same too. ๐Ÿ™‚

@quiescentlistener 

You don’t know her.ย 


Dear,  

To everyone who didn’t know,  

A girl whom you meet with the brightest smile has woken up with heavy dreams that pull her down,  she jumps on the puddle of rain water to mask the mud getting fuller in her, her aura looks like a million bucks but she counts her worth in pennies , her hate so prominent but that love inside sees no conditions , her mascara rolls on her lashes and dries on her cheeks ,night by night,  every night. She might be right next you but you don’t know her. 

To every lady reading this, don’t consider ‘know your worth underrated’ 

To every man reading this, any woman in your life is a blessing, look deep within and beyond all her imperfections. 

@quiescentlistener 

Also,  we are so close to 1K in such a less time. Once it’s done, as requested by a many of you,  I shall do a post regarding myself and if there is anything you want to know about them let me know,  shall put it in the next post. 

Sweet dreams all. 

Stainsย 

Stains.

Stains that peep through sheer feelings,

Stains that pull me & are compelling. 

Stains that I bragged from all extra baggage, 

Stains in the dark that made all the damage. 

Stains that hovered through every passing age, 

Stains that were set free & had no cage. 

Some stains from yesterday ,

They prick and hurt .

They’re meant to stay ,

To make me firm & keep me alert. 

@quiescentlistener

#Quiescentlistener Talks (2)

On How much for granted you take your shelter ? 

By shelter I hereby intend it to be anything that protects,  safeguards you,  keeps you within itself. It could be your home,  a place,  an object or a human. Let me make this very brief and short. 

I’ve had true instances in my life where I’ve people coming to me for very smallest issues in their life in a hope for a solution or an advice and I truly don’t see a problem there. (swear)  but then, you keep coming with the same issue again and again committing the same mistake while knowing I shall have the same thing to say, then Dear People,  *You’re annoying me* 

Honestly,  it doesn’t matter to me what you do in your life no matter how close you are to me unless you’re doing something wrong. It’s your life and you have the liberty to do whatever the wish you have unless you’re putting a trouble in front of me and asking for help and then repeating the same mistake again. You see what you’re doing to your shelter. Let’s just forget anybody or any place as it and just consider yourself and your own soul as your inner being of shelter cause let’s just face the fact that no matter how many people you’ve got in your life or how many people love you to death , at the end of every night and beginning of every dawn, it’s only you by yourself and nothing can change that. 

So you might cheat on me or any freaking body but in the darkness, your own pleasurably beautiful mistakes will drown you. So do not do the mistake to cheat your shelter. Your eternity is fading and some strong power watches that. 

Have a wonderful Sunday. 

@quiescentlistener 

Fear

Image from truecouncelor

Why is fear sometimes so bad ?
It doesn’t let me grow,  

Sticks in the back of my mind & tears me apart. 

Why is fear so cruel ?

It restricts my inner goods 

For I tend to believe in ruins & grudges real. 

Why is fear sometimes so awful? 

It marks me crestfallen,  

Trips over them and makes trusting none or a handful. 

Fear, sometimes it’s so bad 

I fear to fear things , 

And it keeps getting more hard. 

@quiescentlistener