With love

Writing

My love for you is like a thousand condensed suns that burn the tiny, fragile person they have been fitted inside, right down to her core. Warm and overwhelming, always shining through with its intensity and power. Its like the infinity that many may want but may not get, eternal and whole in nature.

Its the first breeze on a hot summer day, calm and soothing. Like, the first kiss shared between two lovers that had never truly realized the intensity of their feelings until that very moment, passionate and heartfelt. Its like the first few drops of rain in after an unending drought, needed and wholly rejoiced.

Like the stars and the moon and the sun and the sky, bound by eternity. It is like the mother that holds her child for the first time, tender, overwhelming. It’s dew drops that race down your window and fascinate you as a child, the sigh of relief when your stress dissolves.

My love for you, is like nothing I have ever felt before. It is me, it is my whole. My body, mind and soul. My limbs, my heart. My mind, my flesh. My bones, my lungs. My love for you drowns me in every sorrow, every pain and every elation known to man.
My love for you is the universe, explored, but the surface barely scratched. The love that cannot be defined, described or denied in any way, shape or form. So, my love for you, is stuck in similes and smiles, languish and laughter, wonder and wanderlust, daydreams and dread.
Yes, my love for you is like a thousand condensed suns that burn the tiny, fragile person they have been fitted inside, right down to her very core.


Editing credits: Akash Ricky Chakraborty.

You should check out his blog, he’s amazing. 

‘Ricky was taken’ : https://rickywastaken.wordpress.com/

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Confined

Writing

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Withering and waiting

 I stay awake 

For what?
I don’t know 

Don’t pry 

Go away 

Give me a break 

Is it love? 

Is it true?

 I need some peace

 I don’t know 

What about you? 

But no, 

Don’t answer that 

You wouldn’t know either 

All you’ve ever seen 

All you’ve ever learned 

Is tit for tat 

Brick for stone 

Fire with fire 

But you forget 

Before burning anyone
It’ll burn you, sire 

I don’t know 

But maybe I do 

You think my age
Is a barrier 

Well, maybe its true 

I do know things 

Oh, but darling 

Let this frame not fool you 

I am not limited to..
I don’t know? 

Dresses and rings? 

I don’t need you 

Yes I do 

But will you ever let me think 

Express 

Acknowledge 

Will you?

 I don’t know 

That’s what you think 

Maybe I don’t 

 Because that’s what 

 You expect of me 

Raise me up 

Then push me to the brink 

Of insanity 

Of madness 

Make me hysterical 

Confused 

Filled with sadness 

I’m ‘oh so privileged’ 

My ‘life is complete’ 

But you don’t understand

 I would give it all up 

In a heartbeat 

For what is the point 

Of all these ‘privileges’ 

When I’m still up at night 

My mind and soul 

Trapped in cages. 

I don’t know 

Nothing is wrong 

But nothing is right 

I do not have happiness 

But I do not have plight 

Its an endless struggle 

And I am confined 

I stay up withering and waiting 

For what? 

 I don’t know. 

I’m out of my mind.