A Part of me.

Part of me wants this breeze to run through deep down my soul and a part of me wants to hide behind the walls. Part of me rolling under the lust of wandering and for a part of me running back to home is all it wants.

A part of me wants to dive to a vast, blue frosty ocean; touch the coldest part, shivering to the soul and a part of me is afraid to be felt drowning all alone.

A Part of me still long for every single touch of yours with all the love instilled, and a part of me wants to turn over the days to ensure we had never met at all.

And I don’t know what I want.

The Culprit!

You always believe, it’s the heart that’s wrongdoer

It’s it that keeps beating and leads you to take a torturous ride?

It’s it that shudders you and keep pinning all the time?

It’s it that reminds you all the bad and carry all the pain.

No, it’s not the heart that’s culprit.

It’s your mind that you’re in battle with!

It’s it that keeps reminding you all and keeps you up at nights.

It’s it that peels off all the wounds and does not let you heal.

It’s it that’s you need to convince, and it’s it that needs to be fixed.

Don’t need you at all.

I am there,

Still,

Broken into pieces,

Speckled like sand.

Holding the wrenched,

Wearing heart.

 

I am there,

Still,

Fading in the darkness,

Melting like the snow.

Tearing,

Numb, tainted and giving my all.

 

Hey, I am there,

Still,

Falling, tumbling and down

Playing tough my own,

while hitting the ground.

But the good is

I don’t need you at all.

I don’t need you at all.

Set yourself free !!

There is no way to go back and erase everything being craved in the back of the page.

No way honey !

Do not hurt yourself, there is no way. Just sit, breathe deeply and realize what’s gone is gone. Rue is not an option, not at all. Do not keep bringing it up. This is not going to come again, do not put yourself on discomfort. Just forgive yourself , just forget it.

For heaven’ sake, forgive yourself. Set yourself free, set yourself free.

Humans

Humans are unpredictable, downright.

Tendered, loving and indulgent at a moment, ruthless, inconsiderate and unsparing same time. They are open books of blank pages, with nothing inscribed on them. The organized surprising species.

You cannot claim you know them, they are balls moving into diverse directions, following erratic patterns while formulating no shapes. Scary in all meanings, inconsistent in emotions, with no everlasting feelings.

Don’t tell me!!

Don’t tell me your name, tell me what you love to be called
Don’t tell me where you’re from, tell me what you dream for

Don’t tell me!! Don’t tell me!!

Tell me what you ache for and your heart long?
Tell me what stays when everything else fall?

Tell me!! Just tell me!!

Don’t tell me you care, tell me what makes you cry
Don’t tell me you love, tell me what you’ll stand for

Don’t tell me!! Don’t tell me!!

We Are Afraid.

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We are all afraid of something knowingly or unknowingly; from deep, opaque, gigantic seas, elevated mountains, big dreadful machines and sometimes from a single sweet word that might awake love in us.

Why we would be afraid of love? Did you wonder, ever? There must be a reason, or more than one. We might be afraid of losing, hurting, sympathy, affection, commitments and sometimes not being loved back.

Although they say LOVE needs no reward, its unconditional, not supposed to payed back. But it’s wrong, all wrong, completely.  Love is not a feeling only, it’s a desire that gets stronger by every single passing moment. When you love; you want it back, you don’t admit but want it with the same intensity.

You fight for attention, do silly things, laugh for no reasons and speak from heart. The more you get involve, more the desire gets evolved. You open your chest up, and leave yourself vulnerable to the deepest. But what? If they don’t see it, they don’t see the heart filled with love. It will hurt you, simply and badly. It will tear you apart – and this is what you are afraid of.