A boy's journey through words and the mixtapes. I write every Thursday.
My Heart Will Go On – Celine Dion
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nbcWr3xR7wg
The silent lightning. Thunderous boom.
Sapphire night sky. Candle light.
Memories high. Smiles, smiles.
The touch. Teases.
Soul music. Benign emotions.
I am because you are.
Life is complicated enough already.
Our own thoughts, strong opinions, philosophy jargons make it even worst.
Welcome them, embrace, feel them but please don’t befriend them, don’t listen.
Don’t trust them with your quill, don’t eat what they spill.
Thoughts, they’re loud. They’re hungry. Heavy, they deceive. Deceit.
Please get over with it. Let go.
And come home.
Please, come home.
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“ We think too much and feel too little. More than machinery, we need humanity; more than cleverness, we need kindness and gentleness. Without these qualities, life will be violent and all will be lost.”
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I want to be moved. Blown away, weakened to my knees, paradoxically.
I crave for the feel of your priceless touch, as the cloying abstraction of your absence sprint through my veins.
Nights don’t disappear just like that.
Starts don’t twinkle just like that.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QFSxvKXo8v4
Love gives you wings, love has you to the blue.
Love makes you the brightest thing in the world, love, brings the best in you.
Love makes death both painful and beautiful, love fuels in purpose, love begets life.
Love is the promised happiness darling, from birth screams to the mourning grave; only love must matter.
Only love.
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This world is so impossible without you.
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“Break up doesn’t really break you up.”
– ej
Comments closedRemembering her was like looking at the soaring sun. That bewitching, warm sunrise.
She was a bird who never understood the ground. Cold.
A silent cry on my heart. A soft petal, colorful rainbow. Throne.
Comments closedUs, two dangling fruits on the same tree.
Ours, final fate is down to the ground. Written.
But I Hope.. we don’t fall at all.
Hope we don’t ripen.
Hope no one notices us.
Hope we stay the same.
Raw. Happy.
Together. Forever.
When she is near, it is all butterfly and stars.
I dissolve. I unweave, loose. I get lost.
I want to be with her forever.
I feel whole. I feel the feel of this foreign, colorful pashmina wrap over my body; and quite alarmingly only when she is around.
With her, I don’t want to be found.
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