Try… Experience… At least once. Love someone, To know the pain. Of existence… Of longing… Of loneliness… Love hard, To know you. Your boundaries. Judgement… It is not yours. You live with others. To write stories. To rewrite the ones… Already said many times. Mistakes create and forget, To make more mistakes. Love is poison… Pain is pure… You live to enjoy the pain. Of love and loneliness. Love an emotion… Yet to conquer… Thirst to love always linger. Pain is like labor pains, You forget once you find love. Again to create more pains. Passionate love quench thirst… Thirst returns in time… Wander again to find love. The pure pain. In everyone’s life….
Dear bird, will you come to me with love notes Where is my love bird to sing my heart notes Words I noted from my heart with heartbeat rhythm Tears filled eyes ready to overflow My songs and my life songs slave in pain Will you fly in to me as thousand petals Temptations flare in me alone with out restrictions All dreams shatter in time with pain Far away nice breeze move away with out touching me Body pains with out experiencing calmness Heart shivers with out any peace in sight Tear petals slowly caressed my cheeks Searched all over to find calmness in life Hoping to feel a breast with milk To feel again as a baby with no pain To sleep one more time with out stress To feel once more that loving touch of mother Lullaby from neighbor house marked a scar on pain Tear soaked pillows gave some coolness for burning heart Fell asleep to see the bird in dreams filled with kisses Danced to my tunes for me in dreams Heaven, I felt for a while just to realize Not my life Just fantasy we see in social media Realize people, social media paints only fake scenes Life, a complex phenomenon Open your eyes wide and see around you To realize life is beautiful for you Tears dry up once you see through Live your life, not others. Heart will melt and sooth you in time Like a mother, nature will embrace you Lullaby from neighbor house will enhance you Love bird will fly in as thousand petals Breeze will touch you again to re birth as human. Silence around you will become mystical tunes Start to live again…. Heaven.
If you love my creativity, Please give a chance to this fiction novel full of twists and surprises. Journey of a woman who fought against societal pressures of low caste and upper caste divisions. Her struggles to stay alive. Her fight against injustice…. Enjoy reading.
Sun shined through windows Tired eyes yet energetic body Soon the letter will come from the one I was waiting for two weeks to read A few lines only… Yet an emotional roller-coaster May be a distant relationship thing These days, no one really knows the feeling Of holding that letter every two weeks Yet, the reply from four weeks ago Knowing the reality the reply of the letter I just send will be two weeks wait again No phone calls No text messages No face to face calls Just a few words filled with emotions Written in their own handwriting Some had smudges with tears Some had smile all over them Imagine the face when you read Imagine the sound you hear through words The feeling not so true to new generations Patience not known to new generations Two weeks to convey love is a taboo nowadays Remember those were the sweet memories we cherish Those were the true test of love Ping.. A text got send Next second no return text End of the world for new generation Time to stop, reflect yourself to realize What is love? Back in time read those letters Will bring back the true bonds we created Sitting in two corners of land We scribbled with passion to fill our love In to two little pages or a post card Send away to wait for four weeks Two weeks one way and to get reply Love get stronger and stronger with longlines Enjoy the dreams we create while letter in transit Imagine the emotions when they read the words The best time of our lives Letters in transit…
Lean on me to leach my blood Call me a friend when you need When in need call me in a hurry Back stab when opportunity arises Again, Call me as a friend when you need Work became difficult at times You climbed ladders using my shoulders Don’t forget your path once you saw light Remember sun always set one day for you too! I will be here as your friend as always My shoulders will be there for you to lean Forgiveness is the path I practice You need to learn how to see clear Never forget your story If there is no story, there is no you Remember the day you were no one Remember the ones who made you someone Remember the souls who allow you to achieve Remember them to drop a few words When they need you, they need your support They have already made their stories A small help will make them smile Push them down with your harshness Their heart will not handle it They saw your growth, but you didn’t see their heart
This month is weird in all shape and form. Everyone who was behind Covid now comes to term with new norm. We tend to stay away from each other. We are no longer in hugging relationships. There is a hesitation in human affection. Yes. Folks we have changed. My mind is blank these days. I sat down many times this week to pen. Nothing came to my mind. This is strange for me. Last two years I have written, I never had this mental blank stage. I always had topics to write. Is this because we are not experiencing the life like before?
My father told me once, A good writer is one who have many life experiences. They view life in a different angle than the ones who had less struggles to tackle. I did not understand until now.
I have seen many people putting out content just to speculate. Is covid real? Hey guys, people died because of this disease. Do you really need to know personally a few died in order to believe. I don’t understand why even argue. I heard radio hosts calling out to people to report back if they have known personally anyone who got Covid or died. Strange isn’t it. All these speculations when whole world is struggling. There are many people out there, who lost their livelihood because of this. Not a joke for us to make content on this one. This is not fair.
I heard one nurse called back to radio and she was furious. She went through hell to help people who had Covid. This is not easy once you get that disease. Yet, people and conspiracy theorist keep on making content on speculating. I am bit upset with these people. Yes, this has changed us a lot. We need to find ways to come out of it. Our economy has been tested to its limits. It will take many years to recover. Do not waste time on un necessary thoughts. Use your brain to help the society. These speculations are a waste and will not help society.
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