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The mornings have been lazy lately,
with disturbed patterns of sleep,
you wonder when you go to sleep and when you wake up.
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But the mornings these days are also tremendously beautiful,
the sunlight hitting you just the right amount through the windows
the tree outside that’s blooming,
leaving just the right amount of flowers on the ground.
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The birds chirruping outside breaking the silence,
the squirrels cry out of joy,
all of them coming out at the right time.
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The evening strolls in the terrace,
with my coffee in hand,
the book I’m reading,
yet again the birds and the wind that brings in peace.
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And then today came the first of summer rains,
the birds all flying with a sudden alarm,
they welcome the rain even before we know of it,
the eagles flying above the clouds, welcoming the warmth.
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The petrichor hitting me first even before the drops of rain,
I let them fall on my face,
the heat comes down
there is this sudden chillness in the atmosphere,
and then it rains heavily.......
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I sit down enjoying the rainfall,
finishing my book,
wanting to write about it all,
but it’s worth the wait.
I wanted to take it all in.
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with rain came the wind,
the lighting and thunder,
the sun who went into hiding
comes back with company,
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the colors of
violet, indigo, blue, green, yellow, orange, and red
fills the sky,
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I continue sipping my coffee,
reading my book,
looking up constantly at the sky, the birds and the rainbow.
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I go back to sleep that night,
with a huge smile, a content heart and a finished book.
Thinking of a beautiful day that unfolded itself
seeing all those that no one saw,
that no one noticed,
that beauty,
and that melancholy of the day having finished so fast
the melancholy with serenity
that no one saw
no one would ever see
the melancholy with serenity...
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It physically hurts me
to see him, her and them
all laughing together.
To have been a part of it once
and now being a mere spectator.
To have had promises made
and to have them easily broken.
It physically hurts me,
to put myself to sleep every night
crying, weeping and consoling myself.
It haunts me that this separation
day in and day out
will pursue, till everything rather everyone vanish
It’s haunting to not understand the cause,
It physically hurts me
to see people I love hate me so much.
It physically hurts me to see that though a lot of people like me
no one understands what I feel
Being around so many people
no one notices that I weep right under their nose.
It haunts me that ‘
the validation rather the acknowledgement of my presence i seek from people will never be understood,
the need for someone around to lend me a ear and understand me will never be understood
It physically and emotionally hurts me.
it’s haunting to live in a place you hate, around people you hate, doing things you hate.
It’s haunting to tell all of this out loud. It’s hurting me inside out.
I always thought it was people who held memories.
It was all the moments you have with people that stays
But how wrong was I
I went back to a place so mine. So familiar; Yet so distant now
The place that was once mine
And it was at that moment I realized that it is indeed places that hold moments and memories
Every path I walked yesterday, every step I took
Reminded me of so many people and so many moments
I could literally look back and see myself doing all sorts of stuff
With all the people I love.
When I told people they thought I was hallucinating
Or said I was being very filmy.
But trust me, I could see that all
Feel it all.
A sense of loss was felt
All those time that I spent there with all of them. It all just drifted back.
It was like there was something holding me back.
It felt I could be with all of them at that moment.
I was happy as well as sad at that particular moment.
I had left back the whole idea that its not places and things that keep you the memory.
It’s at that moment that I realized that its places that haunts me.
The places that made me feel so much.
It took me a while to realize that I no longer hold a place in your world. I should have stopped trying to fit myself in, a long time back.
Life just turns upside down one day and you wonder what you did wrong. You realize that you had never anticipated this turn.
Everyday I mourn over the loss of people from my life. Everyday I wish I had a chance to talk, to tell you what you think is wrong. I wanna prove myself to you. I'm not what you think I am.
I miss being surronded by my people.
I miss people listening to all the crazy stuff I say.
now, neither are there people nor do I say stupid stuff.
I miss me.
And finally I realized that you don't have to be with people, surrounded by friends and family, to be you. Coz all you need is you.
I'll bounce back
I'll be fine
After a long time I'm giving a chance to hope.
Coz people, they leave, they stay at times too its upto them. If you mourn you'll just keep mourning.
The sooner you realize that your questions have no answers, you'll stop asking them.
I don't seek answers anymore. It's not people I rely on but rather me.
You stay, you leave, it's your choise. I'm gonna stay the same. I'll be fine.
Let's hope so. Well if you ask @glitteringhuman he'd say let's believe so.
I believe this time. I'll be back, it's just a matter of time.
It was my birthday 2 days ago,
And the first person who came to my mind, was my dad
When I was a kid, he had hidden toffies in the small compartmemt in his bike.
and had fooled me making me so dissapointed, but it turned out that he was messing. The joy my father gave that day still brings a smile....
And it was him who gave me the best b'day when he was with me....
No birthday can beat that. But what went wrong was that rush of nostalgia making my hair color green. And popped up the questions as to what was I thinking and what made me feel so. God I hated it...
Then when my friends gave me a great bash and that joy made my hair purple.
And that's when I missed my family and that changed my hair color to blue...
And all of this was because of that bloody witch who ruined the magic trick...
I am an open book now, even though no one messes with me, but at times I like to hold things to myself....
Sometimes I am best with me and I had known me best...
A magic experiment has gone wrong and now your hair changes colour based on your emotions. This has created all sorts of awkward situations, as people can read you like a book.