Image Courtesy : Yes. That’s a selfie
One night beside the flickering lamp,
But every night inside a pool of memories.
One night over the top floor with open shrill winds,
But every night in between unsure lines.
One night in your love flooded car,
But every night on the roads to wrecking.
One night on the Vedio calling option,
But every night with the pillows soaking intention.
Inconsistency got my nights together pulled apart & Unsettled thoughts keeps ripping every other part.
However My Amore,
If I haven’t loved you enough , who else did?
On the days when everything is crumbling down and guards getting too low. If you wish to devoured by some huge thing so as to little your existence to major extent.
On the days when nothing feels right and you harm others , for your actions & for their intentions.
On the days when the matter is just for surviving rather than living or if you only to eat to fill and not to feel.
On the days when no care feels right or no hate feels as wrong. When it is you and it’s eternal.
On such a day Self Love is not harmful , but important.
Gift yourself this day , almost every day.
Have you gifted yourself yet?
Let me tell you a story in short ,
About ever since my last retort.
A part of my life here I describe,
Not everything in once, as I could write.
I’ve been trying to hold to destruction so bad
Like a fist full of loose sand.
My veins scream for love
Nothing better I could catch hold off.
Nothing but alas
Holding on to hurt like the shards of a glass.
I feel like I’m tearing through every crack of the vessel
But every emotion I can’t deal, I wrestle.
In the end , I try for a simple smooth
But, It’s so tough
I’m no more making it right.
Tell me how often do you shatter .
If your pillow has soaked more water than your bathing robe.
If you have questioned your best deeds thinking you were still somewhere wrong.
If you tried to escape your worse nightmares each time, everytime.
If your eyes have tolerated more pain than the knuckles of your fist.
If you sit on the floor and feel like getting swallowed by the earth.
If you ever, ever wrote for someone.
Tell me how often do you shatter?
I do. Quite a lot.
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I’ve have had this feeling where I’ve felt like a million bucks sometimes, gushing through love and honour to worse than a homeless man in dropping temperature night looking for warmth.
I’ve had this feeling where it’s all butterflies making you a crown till being trapped by wilds hunting for some meat.
I’ve seen the injustice, the loss , unacceptance and longing for only to stay quiet.
I don’t know if that’s right.
I don’t know but maybe I’ll figure out .
Glass and Hearts have things in common
They look exquisite,
Polished from outside.
Both meant for elicting adoration ,
Are strong yet so fragile.
Glass and Hearts have things in common
For it hits that what matters.
They just break and shatter.
Knowingly & Unknowingly
What destroys us most,
Are those, who keep coming back. 😌
On a random Monday morning like this,
I woke up to the sound of downpour
When I sat by the window,
Holding on to few things.
A hard cold cover on my thighs,
And a vapour mixing with the skies.
Only and only,
My Page-Turner that’s never out of sight
and the coffee, a best friend of every night.
On just a random Monday morning like this,
Was just the beginning of a Heartfelt Romance.
Whenever you don’t feel loved.
Sit back and think if you ever loved enough
Open your arms & embrace something better
Whenever you don’t feel loved,
Remember that there are many like you Waiting to just be known.
Mostly, whenever you don’t feel loved
Step forward, to
love yourself a little more.
And someday you will thank everyone for not loving you enough.
Closely more as I feel.
This world scares me quite a lot.