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You look like a dream to me.

So fragile, I fear you’ll

Spill like a hundred pearls

If I hold you too close

you look like a dream to me.

you look like my childhood

lost amidst the chaos until I found you
and found it again

you feel like all my beautiful childhood memories.

You look like happiness

laughing, throwing your head back, so carefree

smiling, crinkling your nose;

and even crying,

your head on my chest

letting go of all the things,

you look like happiness to me.

You feel like home

I run back to, every time

a place where I feel safe and loved and free.

You are not all the things that I had ever wanted

but all the beautiful things

I had lost

coming back to me.

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Happiness.

I set up a table

to have a discussion

And invited everyone

Beggars, vagabonds, billionaires

Anyone who could answer my questions

I wanted to know what happiness was.

I looked up in every dictionary

every poem, song, picture

empty words filled my head

my heart filled with none

I looked around tired and empty

I looked around hollow eyes and fake Smiles

Surrounded me.

Just then, a little girl

came up to me

I asked her the same question

In her innocence she couldn’t understand

why would someone ask what is happiness?

she laughed at me innocently

And in her smile, in her laughter, I found all my answers.

A year of desperate poems.

That’s exactly what it is. So far, 2017 has been a year of surprises, realisations and a hell lot of desperate poems.

Plus, I am wayyy irregular with my blog. I am sorry sweeties ;-;

I was shuffling through my poems, and found this single decent one. ;-;

Enjoy ;-;

Of all the people in the room I’m undoubtedly the biggest admirer of life
isn’t there a beauty in everything around me;
even the way we fall
crumble
And disappear?
The way we smile in despair?
the way we talk
lies rolling out of our tongue
the way we cry;
Aren’t we pretty when we cry?
arent we mesmerizing when we try
to frantically hide in our little cages?
Aren’t scars beautiful;
and prisons wonderful
to be in?
I can never get enough of you, sadness
Ill come back misery, to admire your beauty
Will you spare me for a while if I tell you I’m just tired of everything around me?

Bad habits

You hurt me

everytime

and everytime

I let you in

and everytime

I let you touch

my bare skin

wounded flesh

and regret it

everytime.

You laugh at me

and your smile

oh! Your smile

it heals me.

I take your indifference

and smile that follows

as my duty, to preserve it

You know me

too well;

so well

you know I have a

bad habit

of never giving up on you.

Absence.

I’m trying to mend our broken strings

By all the crumbled memories

We left far behind,

Of the times,

When you were right next to me.

All our secrets, adventures, tears

Are safely tucked, still between us

For in your smile, I still find the warmth

We still let our silence speak all our words.

I know I’ve never told you,

What you’ve been to me, all this time

Now as I see you fading,

I’m here helplessly waiting,

Trying to hold on to your light.

Yet you feel so distant,

I’ve put down all my walls for you;

Come back sunshine, it feels dark and scary;

I miss home, don’t you too?

So much is going on! 

For the starters, my tests went pathetic.

Hey everyone!

It’s been a while since I’ve written anything worth posting, and I miss you all! ( well, I miss your comments on my posts :p) and there’s so much to tell!

I hate class 12th ;-;

I’ve started using YourQuotes, a writing app, and it’s amazing! Do check it out!

And if anyone of you is on YourQuotes, do follow me! 😛

I’ve been using Duolingo, a French learning app for a few months, and I’m in love with it! It’s one smooth talker! .-.

Sometimes bae is just too extremely dramatic,

But then,

I love you too, Duolingo.

All the love! ❤❤

Surrender

You come to me

With words of affection

With a heart, that you say

Beats only for me.

You come to me, with the intention
To love.

But darling, don’t you see,

You never go close to the waves

You were made to admire deep waters from a distance;

And my love is an ocean

Which desires surrender.