Our meeting is unknown
“I cannot tell you how thankful I am for our little infinity”.
~ The fault in our stars.
Day we met
way we felt
Surreal tête-à-tête
magical it became in an instant meet.
Why did you make me feel so special
probably gave me feelings all on the same level
As if to you I was a breadth of fresh air
besides the fact, we weren’t on the same page ever
This flabbergasted
amazed and
astounded
stupefied
was it necessary to die?
But I definitely felt alive
for all the time
I felt sublime
I felt my to be mine
Most convos were a surprise
it was sheer delight
A cherished acquaintance
an unexpected remembrance
All this while
it felt all of a new person in me
Whom I never met
never so magnificent
Suddenly in a lull
didn’t feel at all any other than an old one
Gloom in my current ‘me’
never made me feel like ‘me’
You were unbelievably gracious
I was unapologetically garrulous
What a hilariously great chemistry
not to take it technically
Our chats are enough
for that matter
Our distance long enough
never a barrier
Just a glimpse is enough
ain’t no stoppages to laugh
Whatever our current situation becomes
Anywhere our chat does triumphs!
It’s all about a matter of time
It’s not sadness that killed you
It’s happiness that you didn’t find
It’s not loneliness that killed you
It’s crowdedness that made you feel isolated
You were not sad because of lack of people’s company
You were sad because of the unavailability of their availability
It’s not the fault of your brain
It’s the fault of people’s fault for not having their brain
But now it’s high time you believe in karma
It now wants to show you what’s real dharma
It’s not that time doesn’t give you time
It’s that you don’t give the time its time
The cage uncaged is right here in front of your eyes
The crave strived with it, release it off with your wings.
Gratitude
If the question is what's your favorite sound?
I'd say the sound of winds, its sweet whisperings, without words, & with its favorite soundtracks.
Favorite light?
The light of the sun, it only gives & demands nothing for returns.
Favorite movie?
The movie that has the promise to make you believe in love, harmony and in everything that makes you feel alive.
Talking about gratitude the words can never be enough
And might fall short off.
The sun, the moon, sunrise, sunset, moonlight, nature, water, air, this breath, this life, and ending it with the reason for this life.
Writing is to live, is an exploration of self, contains endless praises & I forgot that it’s a title
To write is literally to live, to explore, to dive into the inner part of yourself. Anybody out there who believes Writing is a dying, worthless art, I pity those humans as they have died somewhere inside of themselves. Writing is something when you bleed on the paper, it shows the world the kind of person you are. Because I mean come on, all of us who write with all our hearts out, we kind of always imprint our souls on the paper. And to all the good souls out there can’t ever believe this fact about writing which is not even a fact. Writing is beautiful. Writing is a worthy art. Writing is a sword on a paper. Writing is writing!
“When you make music or write or create, it’s really your job to have mind-blowing, irresponsible, condomless sex with whatever idea it is you’re writing about at the time. ”
--Lady Gaga
I’d say - God, I thank you for telling me this. But I’m even more thankful to you for telling me this previously that as I’ve written countless Poems, Stories & whatnot, but if I had one last sentence to say what would it be then I’d say thanks for telling me this in my dream, but now break this dream as I wanna wake up and write even more countless and beautiful pieces.
And make this dream the best dream that I’ve ever had.
INFINITIES
I want to write everything sometimes,
About days, my feelings.
That there are so many infinities,
that comes with all it's magnificent suitabilities.
Dreams.
Why there is always a desire to end it with Fulfillings?
Why there is always a desire to love without Aches?
Why there are so many desires?
Why dancing as if nobody Stares,
Why singing as if nobody Hears,
But is it Writing with 'who cares'?
Is it Living with 'who cares'?
As Living is itself enough for all the infinities.
As Living itself is valuable for all its valuabilities.
Pain meets healing
As they say it all gets better,
Pain gets better,
Situation gets better
But it's difficult for loner.
Days passes,
But healing takes it's time.
Season changes,
But emotions strives for calmness.
And then it's discovered,
Good comes with believing in good,
For that's how uncured converts in cured