to the people, we will forever be in love with and Anne, it is, breathtakingly hard, to picture yourself on the edge of a cliff, with your heart almost failing to step back and then there is the imminent fall. do you anticipate the fall? do you know it is going to come to youContinue reading “Letters to Anne”
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it doesn’t matter if the happiness isn’t mine.
you’ll always know when you see happiness. it is that bright ray of sunshine on a winter morning that feels unseasonably warm, or that comfort of the passing wind just when the sun is about to set. you can watch happiness through transparent windows and carry on still, smiling in that very brief moment. iContinue reading “it doesn’t matter if the happiness isn’t mine.”
fugitive.
Very briefly, I lifted myself and brought the pillow closer to my back, put my head on the edge of the bed and looked up-Up at my wall that has some paintings I drew before I turned eighteen, some fairy lights I had insisted on buying, polaroids of my friends and I back when lifeContinue reading “fugitive.”
unmade
Now that there’s not a shadow of my existence in that apartment, let alone my smell, Is your bed still lying unmade and messy, uncannily resonating with how my life became, after you? Unorganized, disoriented, cold, wrinkled. I remember how cracked it made you that I was a morning person, who loved to rise withContinue reading “unmade”
run
I keep looking for apologies in corners that were mine, corners that smelled like warmth on nights of foul winter breeze, and then I wonder, why did I ever not get one? Do I even deserve one? I am to blame for too many walls that I lifted with a vulnerable heart that is soContinue reading “run”
end.
He says with eyes bluntly avoiding mine and a smile I know is not his.Faith is the thing with people, who hold onto it.Love is the thing with people, who can’t unlove.I try. Harder. With every ounce of flesh and nerve, I try to touch him and not feel her.Oh, but he does. He does.IContinue reading “end.”
lovin’
There isn’t much that I want; just a little loving when I’m asleep, Just a little caring when I’m awake. A ride home from the supermarket, A short walk at the park. A tiny peck on the nose, a shiny dew on a rose. To look at stars in the sky, To hold your handContinue reading “lovin’”
parallels
We’re running in between parallels of heaven and hell, waiting and wanting to be a part of both. I see you peeking from behind the wooden door that I left open, wearing a cap and a baseball jersey, lurking in the darkness in search a lone soul. I slid into that yellow shirt you leftContinue reading “parallels”
here comes the sun
In equal parts of light and darkness, we find ourselves staring at sunsets, almost on the edge of letting the sun and all it’s forms consume us in ways we haven’t seen. Before the dawn, watching the skyline selfishly swallow the whole of night, the stars and every other huge mass, the moon and it’sContinue reading “here comes the sun”
loopy
How effortlessly have we conditioned our minds to believe that in order to understand the intensity of someone else’s woe, we must fulfill this unsaid requirement of feeling it too. A sufferer’s adequacy of understanding another’s struggle is met by how efficiently they are able to find spots of relation in their struggles; that theContinue reading “loopy”
