You are doing your everyday stuff – sipping on your morning coffee, working on your PC in office, or just travelling in your local bus or cab. Everything is exactly the same as yesterday, but only, it’s today. And then you freeze. You cannot move your pinky, or wriggle your toes. You cannot event blink your eyes, or open your mouth to let out a scream. You do not feel anything. You’re no longer sure whether time is ticking. Or you are breathing. Or you exist. Read more…
Let’s wrap ourselves in the starry
sheet of the night
And wake up to a blushing dawn smiling at the sheet now
in perfect distress
If I could see beyond your eyes, what would I see?
Would I see the land where the clouds bloom?
And the land is painted in all the hues of the sun?
Breathe in the freshness of the morning
Exhaling the stale thoughts that make you worry.
Embrace the passion and the wonderment of today
Learn but not ponder over failings of yesterday
Know there is someone loving you completely, unconditionally.
Hurt but keep loving and be loved
Be colored by the brushes of the dawn and the setting sun
Black, white and grey are not the only colors of your seasons
Listen to songs that the wind carries and leaves sing
Your sobbing sounds will soon be drowned.
There is much to be grateful for, smile you are a miracle.
Your tears need a smile to dissolve that pain.
I had been racking my head to write something like this for someone for several days now. And I chanced upon a wonderful post by Morgan here. Thank you, Morgan.
And then these beautiful Hibby’s in my balcony, just sighed to complete this :)
I am so filled up with emotions ~
tears spill to wipe the sheet before the pen can cry ink
I can’t find the words so let me just breathe you in,
you can then listen to the cries of longing
reverberate through my bones, and
see tears where blood once flowed.
Lie with me
till the sun burns out quenching its eternal thirst sizzling
to a quiet murmur in the last river of the world.
till the moon and stars explode in one final unison
leaving behind a blinding bright sky.
till the big hand stops chasing the small hand
and the clock runs out of time.