You don’t know her. 


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. 

Stains 

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 

Why are writers dangerous ? (Pt-II) 

If you haven’t read (Part-I) Here’s the link. 

https://quiescentlistener.wordpress.com/2017/07/16/why-are-writers-dangerous-pt-i/?preview=true 
Contd.

I will sneak inside your dark soul and live there until I find you a purpose to live in this world. 

It will not matter to me which places you have gone but how much you have lived. 

I will draw inspiration from your half sleepy eyes and carve a canvas out of it. 

I will settle in every layer and fold of your fears to encourage your encounters. 

Your blood will get thicker each time my thoughts are covered into words. 

You will not understand or realise how deep you will fall for my words and the shallow void that will create in itself. 

But you don’t know while you’re reading about my ink spills,  
You don’t know, I’ve trapped you already .

I’m dangerous. 

How many of you are?  

@quiescentlistener 

Have you ever felt a love so deep?  

A small intro here about the Indian Mythology that depicts the true and unrequited love of the chakor(a bird) (In English : Chukar Partridge)  for the moon . 

The kind of love between them where the moon makes her light reach everywhere with her luminous rays but is out of the birds reach who however waits for the day to come closer to the moon someday and counts on her. 

Image Source : Behance
So, 
High it flies, 
To return rough and dry. 

Holds a love so Unrequited and Intense , 

For even the moon fails to unmark it’s presence. 

It starves to touch her someday,  

but feeds on her rays. 

In love with the moon,  

Even when it knows she’s out of reach, 

It has grown immensely patient and lost all sleep , 

Also,  have you ever felt a love so deep?  

@quiescentlistener 

Bad Liar

You have masked insecurities , 

but all you put forward is maturity. 

Your face shows no regret,  

but you’re heart is in a constant threat. 

Your arms seem open to every possibility, 

So how often do you dig your vulnerabilities ?

How your eyes beam reading shallow poetry 

But how weariness reflects in your soul’s geometry. 

Your display of faith so strong and nothing is what you require,  

Oh my girl,  You’re such a bad liar. 🙂 

(It’s completely fine to be downhill for days together,  to not be able to give,  to not feel like it or to not try to make ends meet . Just stop lying to yourself and accept everything the way it is. The biggest harm one could do is not being true to yourself.)  

Keep Loving, Stop Self -Lying.
Yours, 

@quiescentlistener .

Reserved. 

Google Images

There is a small place in the swamp, only for the lotus to nurture

The Ice melts only in the heat,

You shall get what you want, only when you are your dreams worker

A life’s string is only a matter of a heartbeat. 

Only a caged bird knows true tears, 

Ask a lost one , for all her pain in the dust just smears. 

That dew drop that only on the flower shines,  

Look at those scars,  that last a lifetime 

Their is a place in heart,  

For nobody 

Reserve it for yourself ✴

#SundayMornings 

@quiescentlistener 

#Quiescentlistener Talks (1)

On ‘Why Expectations Hurt us ? “

Nor one of my other poems or structured writings neither happy posts with any rhyming. (Well that was an unintended rhyme)  

So basically I’m using up this blank space today to talk or discuss about something or just a random rant sort of thing based on what I face on a daily basis and how it has helped me learn something higher than this.

So an acquaintance of mine from a random chat of ours tells me a few things about expectations and stuff like that. 

Somehow,  the situation she was in and based on how she took ‘Expectations’ to be , something just strikes me so well about it is that ; 

We as human beings overestimate ‘Expectations‘ so much that it blinds our possiblity of rightness. We sometimes actually expect illogical things and blame it all on life or the person for having not being able to reach it. 

For example,  we cannot give a chocolate to a child and expect him to share it with us. That shall be great and a different thing if he offers you some and that shall be too our surprise. 

As every person you meet in this earth has a sad story to tell and is the innocent one in their story but how come you never met the villain?  Never met the person who played the wrong in their story?  Cause none is wrong to themselves and whatever we do is right for us,  Our hopes,  Our Considerations , Our Expectations. So even expectations  have their  limits and if designated beyond that shall put you down,  Everytime. Probably something we need to understand. 

So mostly and not always that is I say that only sometimes  it’s the expectations that have reached illegit limits which should not be digged. 

So the next time you say ‘Expectations Hurt’ Ask yourself one time if the one you wanted for was true and justified enough to be fulfilled?  

That’s all for today. 

Thank you for reading. 

Let me know if there is anything else we could discuss. 

@quiescentlistener 

Why are writers dangerous ? Pt-I 

Self notebook ✴

The species of a writer is the most versatile in its kind. 

They could make a normal wood look as majestic as the mountains touching the sky and there at one place,  sitting in your balcony reading four lines could make your heart cry. 

They will induce in you the feelings of pain and virtue so well and carve your soul with the sentiments by splashing every shade of passion. 

They will make you trust your instincts vehemently and will nurture your mind to to never put your foot down for the unsettling dust of mediocrity . 

To be continued.. 

@quiescentlistener