A boy's journey through words and the mixtapes. I write every Thursday.
you take care of yourself first,
and then
radiate.
you are hurt, betrayed, sad, and broken.
you cry with every drop of blood running through your body,
but then
you forget the taste at last.
so, don’t dare sweat!
let the drudgery of bitterness pass,
let the fucks wash you clean for a new beginning.
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don’t hurt yourself anymore, because of me.
we were meant to not be.
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risa weds samyog.
there she was,
the shy girl in red,
crying red, soaked in the beautiful chaos of mixed feelings, lost & found in tears — with the velvet story of a sincere heartbreak and… an incredible, heartfelt heart knot at its best.
there she was,
smiling, laughing — for the god given hope, to the new beginning in a making, to an end of an endless waiting.
there he was,
the man of the event, happiest, temperate, concerned,
my f.r.i.e.n.d.
there they were,
cracking cheeks at an exchange of mild chats,
scream-talking, whispering into each other’s ears,
ear-to-ear,
together.
samyog weds risa.
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at night,
when the sun clocks down,
even when my bones and the flesh,
blood and the sweat,
the eyes and my imagination,
heart and the mind,
song and the silence,
howl for the rest and redemption,
i still write.
i pick the pen i promised.
Comments closedi have to detach to not be me and find me the whole I am.
the only way i can be the grown-known me is not be the I am, this moment.
Comments closedUnreadable future.
Unrewritabe past.
Unscripted present.
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that out of ordinary kinds, the honest ones.
there are no ‘moving ons‘ from such love,
no — but repression.
love is a beautiful feeling beyond your jurisdiction,
beyond yourself.
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there will always be crossroads, options, opinions, so-called alternative paths,… yes, more than just a way to take care of, to face off of, to fight and to handle and to choose from all these driftless circumstances, these gnawing events occurring in our lives, at an expense of every single day.
the wisest picks to bet on, to lean on, however, lies around the less, if not the maximum least degree of selfishness, of deceit, of hypocrisy, conversely the highest of sincerity, authenticity, integrity, of genuineity, of kindness, of love.
pick your side.
Comments closedi do not want to dwell in the past.
it never helps, neither does it do any good.
however, sometimes,
i stop by,
to take a sip of it with the glass of music.
and dance within, without.
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