We go on and on through hard puzzles,
Complicated problems,
Tied up knots all the way.
But in the end,
All we’re looking for is-
Simple life!
Full of quietness.
No more going in maze.
Just serenity in what we do.
Living a day the way it’s supposed to.
All the hard work for one thing.
Simplicity in everything!
𝓘 𝓼𝓪𝔀 𝓶𝔂𝓼𝓮𝓵𝓯,
𝓘𝓷 𝓪 𝓶𝓲𝓻𝓻𝓸𝓻 𝓬𝓪𝓵𝓵𝓮𝓭 𝓵𝓲𝓯𝓮!
𝓘 𝓭𝓮𝓼𝓹𝓲𝓼𝓮𝓭 𝔀𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓘 𝓼𝓪𝔀.
𝓑𝓸𝓽𝓱 𝓲𝓷𝓼𝓲𝓭𝓮 𝓸𝓾𝓽!
𝓢𝓸-
𝓘 𝓱𝓲𝓭 𝓶𝔂𝓼𝓮𝓵𝓯
𝓕𝓻𝓸𝓶 𝓶𝔂𝓼𝓮𝓵𝓯, 𝓹𝓮𝓸𝓹𝓵𝓮, 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓾𝓷𝓲𝓿𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓮.
𝓘 𝓫𝓾𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓭 𝓶𝔂𝓼𝓮𝓵𝓯 𝓭𝓮𝓮𝓹-
𝓓𝓮𝓮𝓹 𝓲𝓷 𝓶𝔂 𝓸𝓫𝓵𝓲𝓿𝓲𝓸𝓷,
𝓗𝓸𝓹𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓽𝓸 𝓫𝓮 𝓯𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓭.
𝓔𝓿𝓮𝓷 𝓫𝔂 𝓶𝔂 𝓸𝔀𝓷 𝓼𝓮𝓵𝓯.
𝓘 𝓰𝓮𝓽 𝓽𝓮𝓶𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓪𝓽 𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮𝓼.
𝓣𝓸 𝓵𝓸𝓸𝓴 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓶𝔂𝓼𝓮𝓵𝓯.
𝓣𝓸 𝓮𝔁𝓱𝓾𝓶𝓮 𝓶𝔂 𝓫𝓾𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓭 𝓼𝓮𝓵𝓯 𝓸𝓾𝓽.
𝓣𝓸 𝓭𝓲𝓰 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼 𝓘 𝓹𝓾𝓽 𝓪𝔀𝓪𝔂!
𝓑𝓾𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓷, 𝓘 𝓻𝓮𝓶𝓮𝓶𝓫𝓮𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓻𝓮𝓯𝓵𝓮𝓬𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷-
𝓘 𝓼𝓪𝔀 𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓶𝓲𝓻𝓻𝓸𝓻.
𝓘 𝓻𝓮𝓬𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝔀𝓱𝔂 𝓘 𝓭𝓲𝓭 𝓲𝓽 𝓯𝓻𝓸𝓶 𝓪 𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓽.
𝓢𝓸, 𝓷𝓸 𝓭𝓲𝓰𝓰𝓲𝓷𝓰!
𝓝𝓸 𝓰𝓸𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓫𝓪𝓬𝓴!
𝓙𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓪 𝓶𝓮𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓲𝓪𝓵
𝓞𝓯 𝓶𝔂 𝓸𝔀𝓷 𝓫𝓾𝓻𝓲𝓪𝓵.
𝓝𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓽𝓸 𝓵𝓸𝓸𝓴 𝓫𝓪𝓬𝓴
𝓣𝓸 𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓰𝓮𝓽 𝔀𝓱𝓸 𝓘 𝔀𝓪𝓼, 𝓪𝓶!
Put me in a solitary with my soul
Lock it on outside
Give me space and time
With my own soul
No one else around
Just me and my soul
My soul and me!
I want to listen to my soul then,
I want to caress my soul as it’s supposed to
I want to hear the music it’s playing
Intently,calmly, thoroughly.
I want to dance to every beat.
Please confine me with my soul,
To break the code of my confusion
To find the key of my treasure box.
Just lock me inside
Leave me in solitude
With my own soul!
Tear up my eyes,
Take my mind off please!
Caress my cheek,
Fondle my jaws
Clean my face
Just as much my pain!
Paint flowers in place of my scars,
Cover my shame with beauty.
Embrace me with hugs,
Fill my eyes with happy tears.
Don’t leave, cherish me instead.
Don’t give up, love me to the depth.
Your breath kept me still.
Your love made me confident.
Don’t make me lose you.
Even if I fight you to do so.
Why do we have to dream big?
We don’t live in dreams, do we?
Why do we have to become someone special?
We are special anyway, aren’t we?
Why do we have to fantasize?
We do live in reality, don’t we?
Why is everything has to be certain?
When uncertainty governs our life, right?
Let’s just – LIVE!
When you see around,
In this lost and broken world,
Amongst the filth and wreckage,
Some people manage,
To be full of life-
Energy and beauty.
The sparkle in the eyes,
The rhythm in their voice,
The flush in their skin,
It’s all a keen.
Quite a talent, perhaps.
But most of us are-
Suicide in a bottle.
With sad souls,
Crushed hearts,
Traumatized memories.
The bottle be our covers,
Cover for death within us.
All the negatives within,
Never to be seen,
Or broken.
Just to confine them,
Into our deepest closets.
We only see them,
Not others.
Only hear them stomping on our hearts.
Crushing them more,
Traumatizing us further.
Weighing us down ever!
Those of you who are not among 'some'of the people, you're not alone. Life is not always shiny. Admitting is not weakness. It is actually relieving. Try it. You're not the only broken soul!!
You said you will be there,
You said you will listen,
You promised not to judge,
You agreed to keep my pace,
You said you will understand-
At least you would try.
Try to pick up the fragments,
Of my soul,
Of my heart,
Every little piece of me.
But now I’m burned out-
Drained out of life,
You’re not here.
I told you not to say the words.
I begged you not to tell me you’ll be there,
And now here I’m,
Sinking faster than ever-
And you’re not here.
Be careful of what you say,
Be careful of what you promise,
‘Cause I no longer know,
Why my heart bleed.
I can’t tell if it’s just my pain,
Or because of your words.
All I’m saying is-
Be careful of what you say!
For your words are powerful.
Your promises are hopeful.
Until they’re broken,
And become swords,
To cut me in pieces!
Who can murder pain?
Who can burn it into ashes?
Is there anyone, anything-
Powerful enough,
To destroy pain?
As if it never existed!
As if it was never there!
If so, here I’m-
Standing with pain,
In the middle of nowhere.
You’re more than welcome,
To come and kill it.
Even if it means,
Taking my soul and breath away!
O come, the pain killer!
You behold a superpower.
Can’t wait to meet you,
For once and forever!
‘Move on!
Don’t hold on!
Do not have a grudge!
Do not dwell!’
They say,
But they never say how.
Shall I forget?
Like it never happened?
Or shall I pretend?
Does that count as moving on?
Where to exactly?
Till I figure that out,
Until I know how,
I prefer to dwell.
I choose to heal.
Who knew healing would be painful?
As of the pain itself.
Who knew mending could be harder,
Than cutting deeper!
I was living on the edge of the cliff,
For more than a while now.
I tried to ‘hang in there’,
Just like I was told.
Until I couldn’t.
Till I surrender to my own weakness.
To the point my hands bleed.
By then, I had to let go.
So I did!
And now, I’m falling.
I’m living in the mid-air!
I don’t know how far I’m left with.
Or how far I came.
All I know is I’m floating,
Swimming in the air,
With nothing to grab on,
I’m not hangin’
I’m just floating.
I know how this sounds,
Easier, simpler may be.
But that’s all I want you to do.
Just let me go.
May be everyone is asking –
To hold them tight,
To grab their hands.
But, unlike everyone-
I want you to let me go!
Whenever we found ourselves-
on the rock bottom of ‘life’,
I bet we all ask this question-
What if I did that?
What if I haven’t chosen that path,
I think I could’ve made it better,
What if I could fix this mistake.
We’ll be surrounded by our own circle of what ifs
And believe me, that’s not a good place!
It’s always a conundrum.
If you’re at that point of your life,
Same here!
I’m already there.
Don’t be shy.
And feel free!
But you know what I always wonder,
Although there’s no exact place,
A so called ‘up in the air’
‘Flawless,perfect, fancy and all’
I wonder the what ifs of those people.
Do they really wonder just like us?
Would they challenge themselves with the same questions?
Is there anything thing they say ‘I wouldve’?
May be they might,
Or may be not.
The whole idea is scary, perhaps.
But, you know what scares me most,
The ‘impossible what if’s
What if I achieve all the things I dreamt of?
What if I become that person I wanted to become,
What if all my fantasies become real?
What if the version of what I thought was best,
Becomes an actual beast.
Driven by money, power or education.
What if I become one of those people?
I ain’t wanna see the picture,
On the other side,
What if I become all the things I couldn’t heal from?
What if those are the things which made up what I’m now.
That’s the impossible what if I’m scared of.
With many possible answers.
And ofcourse I don’t know how to face that what if.
I don’t think I’m dealing with any of it anyway.
But who knows?!
There’s no impossible what if in the first place?
I don’t know how it started,
Or where it started exactly.
I don’t remember how we got here,
It feels like yesterday though.
I don’t recall the moment I let you in,
I don’t recognize who I’ve become now.
All I know is this-
It was casual.
Free, not coerced at all.
It just flowed out of us, perhaps.
Then, we called it friendship.
We shook on it,
We did, didn’t we?
It, then, just flowed.
We let it become,
What it has become.
Who cares about beginnings anyway?
What matters is now, right?
Because, now only matters.
You let me in-
I’m not peeking through holes anymore,
The same way you’re not watching me through a peephole.
We opened the doors of our mind
And fear is right behind us,
For both of us-
I think we surpassed it though,
Now we’re at the gate of the puzzle,
Getting closer, every day!
Whatever we are now,
Friends, best friends may be.
Far more than acquaintance, definitely.
A bit less than family, I guess.
I don’t want us to become reminiscences.
I don’t want “now” to become a memory of a kind.
I don’t want us to recall moments-
Spots, jokes we laughed at-
Which by the way I didn’t get at first(the jokes),
The long walks we had,
Strange imaginations we shared,
Weird thoughts and ideas we had.
See, this is what I don’t want us to be.
I don’t want us to be some sort of treasured memory.
I want us to remain,
Like this,
Like now!
Me rolling my eyes,
You hmmm’ing at what I say.
I wish it would be a constant.
Although, they say change is the only constant,
In this dynamic universe.
I don’t want us to change.
I want us to grow.
I can’t tell where that’s,
I can’t pinpoint it on a map.
But I want us to grow into a bliss,
So then, we won’t become reminiscence.
To special someone, you know who you're😊💛💛
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