Category: Song a day

Hello – Adele

He dissed me for someone else, gifted me tears, had me in pain; the taste of likes I had not known before.

These hands won’t write until yesterday for my heart had been so broken like billion beautiful stars in the galaxies.

These same hands today filled my bones with hope, stitched my soul with threads of love, although this time, once and for all.

Pains have no destiny ahead but subject to subdue, subside.

Pain gave me the beauty, the beautiful me, the one I could’ve otherwise never seen, never ever, ever been.

Heartbreaks.

💔

Heart breaks for the best.

Heart breaks for the best.

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Lag Jaa Gale – Sadhana, Lata Mangeshkar

 For you, I burnt my soul. That’s something I’ll never forget.

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Khula Aakash – Astha Tamang-Maskey

 

They’ll put a label on you.

They’ll say anything, they’ll write whatever, they’ll feel however they want to, about you, without fully comprehending your naked story.

Mostly, they’ll ignore you if they want to and sometimes talk to you if they feel like doing out of the mood.

They’ll make you feel terrible, feel inadequate, feel inferior, feel unworthy, feel as if you’re a living,  sitting, walking mistake, the misfit.

They treat you as if you are always an option, they behold, befriend you as if they’re doing a favor.

You see, there is no warmth for you in their eyes, no sense of respect and compassion, no nothing.

To them, you’re like a coke bottle — they’ll use you, they’ll soon get rid of you after they’re done draining you.

They judge, juggle, jam you.

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Now and Then -Plàsi

You are one decision short from the eternal adventure and everlasting surprises and ever-present miracles. Endure.

 

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Marry Me- Train

Although we were studying in different high schools around the capital.

More often, we use to bump into each other in the same bus on our way to the college.

 (actually not bump by accident because I made sure she arrived before I board my favorite morning commute)

Truth of the matter, she was the only one I waited for, in that cramped up, noisy station. And for that reason, I didn’t even care if the college’s most feared ‘The Mountain’ alike, so-called Disciplinary Incharge (DI) play Game-of-Thrones on me for my poor arrival record.

Poor him, how would he know?

It’s silly but I still remember those treasured memories like if it happened just yesterday.

Days, she looked all plain, simple of all her loud friends. Different. Gracefully shy. Polite. Didn’t talk much. Moreover, I liked how she never saw me.

Sure, she was very, very beautiful.

Sure she was, way-out-of-my-league, if you know what I mean.

But, anyway I had fallen in love with her from the distance.

Those were my ‘Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close‘ moments.

Credits to her, I never missed any of my morning lectures.

Credits to her, I never realized how quickly my high-school year was nearing to the brink of an end.

Only, in that moment, I knew in my head that if I didn’t get my shit together and try to somehow say, how I genuinely feel about her, to THE real HER, surely I was going to regret it easily for the lifetime.

Amid hours and days of failed mirror auditions, finally on August the 16th, I did open my heart.

Today, it has been 12 years and 192 days since we got married.

❤️

End lesson

“Know, dare, will, forbear”

😉

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New Man – Ed Sheeran

You can wail, you can cry.

You beat the sun out of your chest, you spill rivers and desert of pain and sweat.

Oh! You can try, I bet you can try to disgust him.

Oh! you can swear, you can throw him into the trash grave but he doesn’t care.

 

You can pretend peace of mind this moment.

Sure, you can only wish if he’ll regret, repent and show up once again begging, banging at your doorstep.

You can pretense you love someone else other than him this moment.

Sure, you can only dream if he’ll regret but he doesn’t care.

 

Because with all honesty, you lied first, you choked first. Yes, you killed him first.

You said you were confused for him because you were way high on other many probabilities and maths of permutated love game.

Oh! He only made your road easy, didn’t he?

Oh! devil, he left silently, he understandably ended it all, didn’t he?

 

Believe me, when I say he ain’t returning back.

Believe me, he is a light darling, who’s never, ever, ever coming back once asteroids like yourself lose it, rejects it.

He’s an invisible wave who has already left you light and light years away.

He doesn’t care.

 

“Let me live, love, and say it well in good sentences.” – Sylvia Plath

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Shot Down – Khalid

You left early. You told me to wait for you until you return with food.

But today, the weather was too perfect to miss my flight practice ma’ma.

I didn’t look anywhere. I couldn’t wait.

My heart was full and singing. So, I jumped from our small, humble home right away.

 

Fear didn’t really move me, I was flying like the feeling of you.

The wind was all mine. The view from the top never this beautiful.

I was just enjoying my first independence off of the ground ma’ma, and that without you beside me.

But I could also hear my wings make loud whistles of true freedom, the freedom of me.

 

But they shot me with the painful bullet ma’ma.

The sound of it passed through my stomach and I fell with an unbearable agony — fell with the dread of death, fell with the thought of you. Please! forgive me ma’ma.

I love you.

I will forever love you.

 

Please, don’t’ look for me ma’ma.

They shot me like they don’t feel anything.

They!

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HUMBLE – Kendrick Lamar

Pardon slangs but the song is a dope!

I have gotten bullied that is why I don’t.

I have been judged a ton times that is why I won’t.

I have had my fair share of failures in the past that is why I know what it takes.

I have had my heart crushed, squeezed like rubber, thrown away like useless paper, that is why I know how to show you care.

I have given all I am to people who’d take me for granted, to those selfish ones, know-it-all ones, that’s why they already know silence is my answer.

I have faced death time and time over, that’s why I respect life.

I have watched broken families up close. That’s why my family will always come first.

I have had broken relationships myself. That’s why I don’t hesitate to bend down on my knees and truly apologize for being an arse…

Sure, I have seen so many selfish, self-centered, self-obsessed, heartless, mean and shitty people without a brain, that’s why I practice awareness.

Lastly, I know I am not perfect.

I know I do not know everything.

But, here are few things I learned from my father — You always stay humble. You don’t hurt people, never. You don’t play with anyone’s feelings, it’s a sin. You don’t say words that’d make anyone feel small, that’s ignorance. You work hard!

You light a candle of love, hope, happiness, willpower, and dream.

You only celebrate goodness! No matter what.

❤️❤️ 

p.s. – I almost, almost, almost lost all of the musicpervs contents.

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Supermarket Flowers – Ed Sheeran

april nightmare.

Shocked. Sobbing out-of-breath. I couldn’t help but drink my own tears as I held her run-down, muddied broken, muted cold, 20 years young body with these hands. I remember trying my best to keep her away from the blood-stained hospital floor on that crowded evening, with hopes of a miracle, hoping that she’d still somehow wake up.

I reckon a screaming silent cry for help breaking through her beautifully folded eyes.

The eyes once alive, happy and smiling. Eyes, for as much as I remember, once full of hope, dreams, unbound love, true respect, and kindness, and empathy; now closed, dry — now teary with earth and dirt

— now shut forever.

Just like me, scared she — she must have wished her house, its walls are strong enough.

Just like me, afraid she, she must have prayed that all of it ended soon and her family is safe to see another day.

Like me, hopeful she, she must have begged for a second chance, for the first time.

Luck or misfortune, only I made it through, she  didn’t.

How can I ever forget as I bid her my last good-bye off in ashes out of her own skin, and bones, and all the dreams she must have had  — on that scary, weary long night.

Things haven’t  been the same for me from that moment onwards. And I am certain it never will be.

But, of all, she taught me three important lessons.

How fragile life is? How beautiful love is ? And what’s the real lost?

The mob in the crematory burnt many stories that day. Many many wonderful stories.

How are you living your end of the story?

april earthquake.

You will forever remain in my heart.

– ❤ in loving memories of Shalu and Maima ❤ –

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