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Pretending
Pretending
I never heard those vicious words,
I dissolved my neverlasting freedom of thoughts into bubble baths.
Staring into the dusk, I always adored the moon
I shut my door and pondered
Moon had glory,
Another beautiful story
Devastated my existence by questioning my everlasting faith
Astonished, I chased evidence to prove my innocence
I have stopped cherishing the moon, it’s perhaps my flaws trapped in a cage
Pretending
I never witnessed the humiliating words
I dissolved my agony in my neverlasting mind palace
Staring into the amber dust, I always praised the sun,
I shut my door and sobbed
Sun had flare
Another prayer
Crushed my life under few filthy words, flushed my trust
I wasn’t surprised at venom rushed to trap me in, I wasn’t afraid of reputation melting to cinder,
I have stopped adoring the sun, it’s perhaps a mirror to my demon
Sandlewood smoldering in candlestand.
Sophia brushed her teeth,
washed yesterday out of her hair,
Another Sunday she rushed to the bus stop.
A little girl crossing the road with Hershey’s ice-cream cone melting down till her elbows and dripping.
Sophia took the bus to her work.
Remembering how she used to play in the park, sand-filled her shoes.
When the moon chased her, she couldn’t tie her shoelaces.
Skyscrapers melted down bending to her faded childhood.
Sophia saw an innocent, naive, carefree girl crossing the road.
Just like her.
Sophia wished she could turn back the clock
and skip today’s laundry
Just go and enjoy Hershey’s ice-cream.
Unspoken Agony- Part 1- Draft 1
Sometimes I feel holding the power to run the world at my fingertips. I built the world. Bringing back those memories of when had a fictional friend. Words tumbled from my mouth and hit my mother’s ears. I had some stories which I needed to share. My story might be different or the same. But what’s new is I, Aastha, is the protagonist of my life. Flickering street light dies without hope. My name means strong, hope, but I don’t think that my personality suits my name. Dipping my nose into freshly ink pages, hands smudging the ink blending like the mountains in the countryside do. Chilling winter winds touch me and remind me that I am sitting by the window of my highschool.
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Bethany.
Bethany.
Malicious memories,
Battles she fought, wounds never seen
Searching through the lost and found
Ripped by her kindness
Her greatest ecstasy
She listened to everybody’s grief.
Immersed herself
she sank sank sank
Bethany
Took the bus to church,
Gave an ear to everyone, she conquered a crown,
Listened to all, surviving,
every night she repents, moisture on her face
Flickering lights on the corner of the street
She killed someone, dragged the body to the basement
Cleaning the blood in the attic,
she wrapped herself in a fresh blanket,
when she thought was her responsibilities
Bethany
Her shoulder was heavy with her deeds, helplessly
Drawers filled with unpaid receipts
When will she realize
The one she killed is bethany. Oh! Bethany
Dancing in the dark, footprints on a sea
Listening to every wave, leaving endings which are hollow,
Cause' she was sinked into sorrow like a sponge.
Bethany
Breathlessly,
She was filled with jealousy,
She wanted someone to share her emptiness with,
Which seeps into her glass mind on midnights, sleeplessly,
She killed Bethany, she killed herself,
Bethany
Desperately she went on a walk by sea,
She heard her screams, felt something died inside of her
Fragile feelings she'd concealed
Bethany
Magic of the words turn into cinder,
Flickering lights
Malicious memories,
Don't be like Bethany,
Leave behind kindness which hurts sensibility,
Oh! Bethany.
15 Things I learned in my life | Birthday Special
i)
Cinder brushed on aurora melting on my eyelids,
Collar bone covered with fat.
Bleeding wounds that will never heal
But ribcages have protected my nasty sins, scars,
Even if you swallow sorrow or repent and repent
Don’t punish your body,
Pretty things fade with time, you’re beauty is immortal, like evergreen trees in a rainforest.
Love yourself
ii)
August is the most romantic month when heatwaves hit your face with water droplets now from your eyes but clouds which pour love which is immortal
Summer vacations when I wake up late, microwave food,
Spending time with a friend
Hanging out on the terrace all day long,
I learned poems can’t always rhyme,
It’s so gross to play with slime
Love lasts for a lifetime
iii)
Things change
Nothing lasts forever and
The old music was better
Friendship does have an expiry date
But before that, you should live every second
Now,
We are just friends who wish each other and
how are you? And I am fine type
Tears have dried. I loved you. But for you, I was an option, not a priority. I even wrote my own Eulogy cause’ you wanted me dead
Because everything fades with time, when you sink into your pillow your screams will be heard only by you. You win battles no one knows anything about.
You’re brave and you can do it.
iv)
A smile saves everything
So even if your hollow inside learn to wear that smile like a weapon and
Wear your smile
Even if you’re broken inside
Smile is a piece of jewelry you are compelled to wear
Cradle your feelings, Cease your feelings.
V)
Don’t crush on people
Please don’t crush on people, get obsessed with them, even though they won’t like you back. But follow the rule. Learning rule. Learn at least one thing from your crushes and follow it in your life.
Vi)
Silence can’t be heard,
The world is deaf. But the right time is now,
If we delay
We won’t be able to breathe
We won’t be able to live the same
COVID was a demo of what’s to come
All the earth will burn to flames
Vii)
Petrichor and solitude are the best gifts
Viii)
I have captured my hope in candles. That I blow when I weep, the fragrance of dreams is lasting longer, longer, and longer. Eventually, hope is the strong smell that gives you a headache but it’s good. It’s good. It’s good.
Ix)
Lying supine on the cool sand. I wonder what the future holds. I think. Think. Think. But
If you what to get your dreams. Wake up. Do it. No one is going to do it for you
X)
When I was young I used to wonder what would happen if I put my hand into the electricity socket. My mum told me but I didn’t listen to her. So really on some people like your backbone, don’t question them
Xi)
Write about what you feel. Relatability over honestly. It is hard to it always. But sometimes authenticity is better. Raw emotions need to be expressed.
Xii)
Just found the word Pluviophile
A lover of rain. Rain is my friend. But it comes once every year to this desert to witness my dry heart.
xiii)
Fire or ice will kill us
But did Frost mention about thoughts?
Our thoughts change our habits
Also changes the world
So don’t let your mindset defile of define the world you shape
xiv)
You will never be happy with your past writings or anything, but those are steps you can’t jump. So once you fall down Samina, get up, put on your bandages, and run again.
xv)
SPREAD LOVE. When you can’t smile then make someone else smile.
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FOOTNOTE: THESE ARE THE 15 THINGS I LEARNED IN MY LIFE. THANK YOU ALL FOR ALL YOUR WISHES. THIS IS THE BEST BDAY I EVER HAD. :) PLEASE STAY SAFE AND WEAR YOUR MASKS
Paper Cuts
Folding a paper plane, sealing the letter enclosed in it. I sent it to you
Fractured legs, broken heart, a paper heart, paper cuts
Trying to remember all the good times,
Polaroid that is decorated on my closet, where I closed my heart
I wrote cute letters, decorated with stamps,
Cards doodled with memories we built together
I folded the paper plane and sent it to you.
You opened it and smiled
Fractured legs, broken heart, a paper heart, paper cuts
Paper cuts hurt just like the bloodstains on my carpet, the lavender fragrance of freshly made card cuts my paper heart,
Where are you gone? I have a piece of your heart. I am making a paper plane, I hope it reaches you
Wings holding paper cuts, taped them back put your footsteps burnt
Fractured legs, broken heart, a paper heart, paper cuts
I am breathing mist into our photo frame, we engraved the mirror with cute designs as a prank, now where are you pranking me
I was blinded by the august heatwaves, brushing rain on us like no one wanted us to stay together, putting paper boats in puddles,
Fractured legs, broken heart, a paper heart, paper cuts
Sugar-coated donuts falling your black hoodies, bubbles rising to the top of the glass, honey dripping down your lips,
Falling
Falling
Faith
Pictures I am living now, being lost in the past like the January coldness wraps me into august humidity on my specs mixing with hopelessness, roll down like my tears,
I believe imagination and reality have a gap, a paper gap, I wanna tear it, but these paper cuts
Fractured legs, I can’t move apart,
Broken heart, a paper heart
Paper cuts
Illicit affairs....
He sneaks out early again, a quick goodbye, a kiss on the head, he seems so cold compared to how hot he was last night. He tells her he’s running late, for work he says, but she knows the truth: he has to get back to her, his wife, her best friend.
The guilt isn’t enough to keep them apart, it’s like some magnetic force keeps drawing them together, they’re in love. Well she is, there’s no doubt in her mind, he on the other hand? He’s never been more unsure. Caught between a rock and a hard place. Can something started in anger, revenge and lust ever go deeper? can you really be in love with two people at the same time?
The sex is different, more passionate, clothes flung all over the room, the hotel room. It all feels so cheap, so dirty, so meaningless. At home the sex is safe, caring, gentle and it doesn’t come with the complexities of the other woman. But it does come with arguments. He and his wife have lost the ability to see eye to eye. He doesn’t know which brand of complication he’d rather: the complication of having to hide or the complication of loving someone yet apparently not enough to stay and work on their issues.
She’s getting impatient, waiting for him to make a choice: “I just need more time”. He tells her. How much more time? She’s given him months! She’s getting desperate to tell someone, anyone. She wants to shout it from the rooftops, broadcast it all over the late night news. She’s begged him to come clean more times than she’d care to admit. Maybe one day she’ll force his hand, leave a piece of evidence in plain sight, maybe some underwear or her favourite perfume, the one she wears all the time. She wants it to be obvious, she wants to get caught. It used to matter to her that she’d hurt her best friend, but now? too much time has passed, she’s not sure she cares anymore, she just wants him all to herself.
She sits by the door, waiting for him to come home. He tells her he’s working late, but she knows the truth: she’s seen the texts, heard them whispering behind her back that night, at their mutual friend’s birthday party. She should confront him, kick him out, she should be stronger than this. But she just can’t bring herself to do it. She loves him too much to let go, she’s been with him so long she’s forgotten what it’s like without him, the thought tairs her apart, almost as much as the affair itself. So she acts oblivious, puts on a smile, who knows? Maybe in time he’ll get bored and stop all this before it’s too late.
How could she? Her best friend, a lying, cheating whore! Someone she shared so much with. She wants to kill her, oh how she wants to kill her: she has dreams about it every night, stabbing her right in the chest then carving her name in her blood. What they’ve done, it’s driving her crazy, they don’t realise the mess they’ve made, or how long it might take to clean up.
And that’s the thing about illicit affairs, you think it’s all fun and games: until someone gets hurt, or ends up with two little lines on a stick, until one of you gets in too deep and falls in love, and sometimes it turns into something way more sinister that none of you can ever undo. And so you’re left with the question, was it worth it?
For all I knew was you
Remember those mornings and endless nights
When I waited for your call
Those tall tales and lovely lies,
Oh, how I miss them all.
Every second I spent with you,
I felt like there was no tomorrow
But all those days have disappeared,
And have now drowned me in deep sorrow.
You cannot leave me incomplete,
Your love isn’t something from what I can abstain
But if you were just a euphoria,
Then why am I still in pain?
Those broken moments and stolen kisses
Will I have them back again?
You were the serpent weren’t you,
In the garden of Eden.
Still everyday I wait here,
Hoping that you will arrive
But if lust was all you ever wanted for,
Then burn me down alive.
Can you hold my hands for one last time
Like how you used to do?
For all my life I have lived so far,
You were all I knew.