rather a crush

Is loving that easy?

Do people really give their heart to somebody?

I tried, I did

Got hurt, bruised so deep.

Are you calling me selfish?

But why the point of saving myself,

When he should be the one shielding?
Or we all float in some agony.

A mistake, a sin,

Labeling love when it isn’t .

And,

I used to think love heals.

Seeing more of the damage than

the healing,

I’d laugh it off.

Call it another crush.

But love?

I’m afraid I wouldn’t dive for it at least,

Till ,at least,

Sigh,

Let me not talk about it.

-letyourselfspeak

Who cares!

A thoughtful thought or some sort of a theory, had struck me really hard -a kind of conclusion that completely makes sense and embracing which has mended faults in certain perceptions I held.
Here it goes..
Who cares about the past? And why care about the past? ‘Past’ here includes both the ‘good’ and the ‘bad’ ones.
Now many of you (if not many, atleast a part of me that’s ever ready to contradict a theory I propose to myself to believe in)might suggest on how sometimes, ‘our past’
helps to remind us of days when we were someone else or when we used to work so hard . . blablabla this and thats. Ofcourse our pasts are rather examples which are the most inspiring and convincing ones , cause these are the examples set by us ,ourselves. However, I guess, we’re missing important technicalities regarding ‘acting under defined circumstances’ .
First, think of that time in the past which you look up to now, what was the source of inspiration then?
Second, which is rather an implication of the previous statement, the present circumstances are so different, which not only includes the materialistic world around but also you, as a biological system whose chemistry changes quite a bit with time and age. Nothing is in control dear!
There is this idea I strongly believe in, and if you’re a one who gets disturbed and feels helpless sometimes at such thoughts, it may suit you well.
It is -‘ No one knows your past, no one ever will -cause even you don’t know it the exact way, to precise details-lights and dark days!
Just know one thing, don’t kill the present.
Don’t kill yourself by not living at the moment!’
Maybe at the age of eighteen , you’re naive and don’t much about life;
yet I do carry a theory that says-
“Every moment is a life, don’t kill it”

Finding yourself. .

It’s like
running through dark forests,
pricked by thorny bushes
feet bleeding, strike sharp edges
You still aren’t afraid of the ghosts;

It’s like,
a velvet cover on a king sized bed
no sleep to be found yet
gulping custard with golden spoon
that won’t fill your hunger anymore

No need of clothes,ya-
cover you up
No handsome smile
to light up your sky
For what’s choking
to be vomited out;

That little guts is in you,
will be pleased
once if you show it off!

‘I feel safer now
capable of suffering all the pain
got me what I want, what I think,
what I love the most’

‘Let life move on,
I’m someone who’d move too,
complete for me,
no regrets,
I’ve got what I love the most!’

Clarity

Quiet, deeply quiet
decided on what things mean;
What?
They mean nothing
everyone is running-
a mice race,
Are they smiling?
I call it faking,
But they say they’re living
Then am I dead?
Why ain’t I craving?
oh my god,
believe I’m sane
nothing intimidates,
What do you want?
materials?
won’t find here any, so
go away
I thought everyone
knows love, friendship,trust ,respect
Now I’m scared
let me live my life
my way, because
nothing won’t change
anyway!

Quiet, deeply quiet
I’m happy agian. . .

Spontaneous

If there was
a way out
or a remote button
to switch off the TV
we are playing
many movies in,
Where would we jump out?

Run free
in a garden,
Sprwal on
grasses green,
Bathe deepest
in snshine,

Are we confident again?

If there was
a way out
or some tool,
to bring down
screens
masking us-
those Devils
love watching

Would we be happy
to find ourselves still
breathing?

Swim through the galaxy
We aint
characters anymore-
just who we are
Maybe now,
that’s not something
we need to
think about!

Are we confident again?

I guess,
we’re in love
with ourselves again!