Hope

It’s raining almost every second day,
and I’m learning to bloom from the earth,
From life less branches to bed of dead leaves,
something inside of me is telling me to know my worth.

Sun is always shining over mountains
still, there is this darkness in the woods,
dripping down the lifeless branches
in a way only hope could.

My mind feels quiet than usual
sending the shivers down my spine,
these fingers gripping core of my skin
bringing my stars back to shine.

Sun rays are claiming my body;
reaching the places which need hope the most,
With every breath, life is teaching me to live a little;
I’m falling for love, almost.

~šŸ§œ

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Broken Sunset

Once I met a broken sunset
stunning in pink and beautifully alone,
He was tip toe-ing through twilight
asking me to step into unknown.

My inside and out felt like stones
but I was willing to know what it has to say,
For sometimes the most ordinary things become blessings
and I had nothing to do, anyway.

He took me to the core of colours
and said he can give me all of them,
And he asked me:
Humans talk about the lonely hearts that bleed in silence whole night, but what about the open wounds that stinks at 2 pm?

Let them be

This constant pressure someone feeling that they are entitled to talk to you daily can be draining ( and can break the bonds too). When going through things, the most creative people can also run out of words and the answer to every question can be nothing more than “okay”.

We keep checking on people , which is a good thing, indeed. But too much care can be toxic too. If everybody starts with “How are you today?” then what else can someone say other than ” I’m fine”.

On some days the best thing we can do for others is to just listen or just be there in silence or just give them the space. Because sometimes, the best thing we can do for others is not to do anything.

~ Let them be.

Apocalypse

Silence knocks on my window everytime it snows; I have an ache every time I hear your name. This time, spring came with the bittersweet memories, my kitchen smells like your favourite street food and the aroma runs through my veins, urging me to run away .

We are oceans apart yet its heavy on my heart. This sweet scent is telling me
to run
and
find the way
back
to
you.

//They say time will heal the heart
but it hurts everywhere//

Like the apocalypse your memory is playing in my head, vivid imaginations peep into my soul. Convictions constantly trying to reason with the cause. Metaphors climb, chisel and breaking my vision, as I curl into my fears.

Art

From silent poetry to screaming voice of art
I have met people, creative from the heart.

They tried to teach structure and rhythm but who they are to decide what we are?
I have seen pioneers of colours
and words – the weapons which give scars and help the world win wars.

From Van Gogh to Franz Kafka
all the names make me want to paint stars,
Sometimes I resonate with Rupi Kaur’s wolves but my heart is trapped in Sylvia’s “The Bell Jar” .

~šŸ§œ

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Aftermath.

Hey you guys.

Please stay home and stay safe.

Wash your hands often and save water too.

______________________________________

When people started to stay home
were learning to untangle their heart,
All the healing took over pain
it was beautiful to see them reading and making art.

Some met their demons
while others danced to uplift their spirits,
They started to think individually
For they realised importance of every life , every breath , their ignorance
– a lesson they were ready to inherit.

It felt like centuries
but people stayed where they were,
For all the eyes were hoping for
the golden age to come back, wind was supposed to come with cure.

When all the suffering passed, all was felt and done, people came together to grieve the losses,
To see the earth healing was relief admist chaos and to never take life granted, to cherish every minute they promised.

~šŸ§œ

This one’s for You.

I know heartbreak,
It live in my veins, I hear my blood shout.
It took the colours out of my rainbow,
Tried to turn my heart inside out .

When my heart was hanging mid air
I forced myself to swallow the ink,
Somehow my sky managed to stay yellow
All my words and pages turned pink.

There’s this power in breathing
Something none of us can touch,
This magic resides in air, to heal,
Whenever life bleeds too much.

So, this one is for all the second bests
People who keep leaving ourselves behind,
Let’s stop trying to fit in with the world
We are enough, even if we are the last ones in line.

~šŸ§œ

Words.

Words feel on my skin like wildflowers and stay in my heart like the pretty snow,
They steal my sky like the shinning stars
Run in my blood wherever I go.

I keep seeing them floating in my eyes
they are the fresh scent in the winds that blow,
For days I keep running towards them to their land and watch the river flow.

For they are the songs that are whispered and bold enough to tear my skies apart,
I keep stealing them from cosmos
Somehow they always manage to fit in my heart.

~ šŸ§œšŸ»ā€ā™€

Illusion.

I once heard someone say
The world inside your head is barren,
But I brush that thought away
For who they are to think they know.

The spring came but I failed to fix the gloom
For in corners of my mind, the thought grew bit by bit,
Iā€™m trapped;
For my own skin no longer seems to fit.

The whole world crawls on my walls
They tell me, tomorrow will be good,
How long does it takes to reach the mountains
When your soul in trapped in the woods?

My days are constantly afraid of nights
No Matter how brightly it shines, that moon,
For seasons are mere illusions
I am forever out of tune.

An uncertain journey

The thought of bleeding
and running out of love
is what makes the pen fall still,
Even though we can always
paint the sky yellow, but the fear
that others never will.
We always look for the spring
without trying to learn
the cold beauty of snow,
Why choose the abandoned cracks to hide
when it can be a place where we can grow?
One day without any warning,
ocean will swallow
the only earth we ought to call home,
So be proud of your heart I say,
for its a whole universe,
let it roam.
Even when your blood dries out
or when the world turns upside down
breaking apart only painting
you ever drew,
Let your heart
have this privilege
of being your first home,
try to look up at sky,
even if it’s blue.

~šŸ§œā€ā™€