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Say a few words. ~ Rachel
A search for happiness is nothing but finding a home in a hearts of few so safe..that you cant help but keep trying to stay in. Hope yall still want in.
~Shraddha
A search for happiness is nothing but finding a home in a hearts of few so safe..that you cant help but keep trying to stay in. Hope yall still want in.
~Shraddha
In a while,looking at a few old words you wrote once,
some being those, which makes you wonder how you wrote it,
unless you got that ardour , that small drug you were addicted with,that small shelter, that old family. Makes you silent.
In a while, now writing a few words. And that exhilation to share it,ain't the same. And you think about the old time.
Makes you silent again.
~ Manisha.
One day when I get superpowers (ahem), I'd ask you to hold my hands and I would make you see what I see. Feel, How I feel. I would want to have you look at the world, the stars, the moon, the ocean, the way I see them. And in that maelstrom of visions I would get to see the world in your image. Experience this sanctum through your eyes. And then when I write, that would be my greatest work ever. Because It would have been written by all of us and none of us. But I don't have superpowers, so lets make this place, the sanctum in my dream.
~Sharad
One day when I get superpowers (ahem), I'd ask you to hold my hands and I would make you see what I see. Feel, How I feel. I would want to have you look at the world, the stars, the moon, the ocean, the way I see them. And in that maelstrom of visions I would get to see the world in your image. Experience this sanctum through your eyes. And then when I write, that would be my greatest work ever. Because It would have been written by all of us and none of us. But I don't have superpowers, so lets make this place, the sanctum in my dream.
~Sharad
Saturday, May 8, 2010
Aftermath
He's like the ghost in my bedroom, true I can't see him, but I feel the presence enough to not want to change in it.
I feel your breath, tugging on my soul.
I am though:
Soulless, ...maybe it's my heart.
Heartless, ...maybe it's my dreams.
But I sleep dreamless still moreover.
Whispers catch my ear,
although I'm deaf.
And I feel your presence,
although I'm numb.
I'm the ghost to your handlings,
And yet you haunt me.
-Not a poem, just my rambles. Miss you all again.
I'm on the crawling high loop of life, but I'm only just now adjusting to it again. You know what I mean.
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But I sleep dreamless still moreover
ReplyDeleteThat is veryyyyy goooood!!!!!
This is endearing.
ReplyDeleteIsnt the high loop of life suppose to sound happier than that?
WHY didn't my comment post?
ReplyDeleteThank you =]
And...I was just leaving the low and climbing the high. That was my...goodbye?
me likes. yeah, i missed reading from ya.
ReplyDeleteSoulless, ...maybe it's my heart.
Heartless, ...maybe it's my dreams.
But I sleep dreamless still moreover
I'm glad =]
ReplyDeleteThank you thank you
. stunning ... the words ... simmering ... the memories ...
ReplyDelete- serah