I find divine like beauty in people who try their best not to take advantage of anyone; those who try to help others even when they know it’s not their duty; those who feel accountable for each and every action of theirs; those who treat others equally as important as they want to be treated; those who empathise with other’s not only in words but in their actions as well; those who are not always flying in their ego and understand that others might have faced worse hardships than them and thus stay grounded most of the times; those who let others live freely and not free them only after taking advantage of their goodness; those who reciprocate kindness; those who love with all their heart and soul and not only when it’s convenient for them (love doesn’t operate with convenience anyway, it’s ego).
I can only tell how much free I feel now
Free to speak up my mind
Free to act my heart out
Free to love anyone I want to
Free to choose what to make my life about,
Shackled I felt
For a really long time
To soothe someone’s ego
To soothe one’s mind,
Out of respect I did it so wrong
That I cared about one’s selfishness
made my freedom in those shackles grind.
That succulent bite will not let you think twice,
Nastily letting your demons unwind,
Whether to savour the moment
Or to choose something healthy for your mind.
Let’s do something that may leave me speechless,
And you wanting for more.
My horoscope read today “somebody would interfere in your love life” and it was not wrong, she did, she would do every fucking single time and to my dismay, I cannot do anything about it and I don’t even want to do anything when you are happy getting half of somebody, stay there.
My whole needs whole of you, not a small bit less than that.
If you cannot understand me,
Just know how difficult it is to be
For a flower to live with fire within
That is it,
This is me,
I know I have, to grow, a room;
And I know in my heart,
That the fiery one can be one with me
Like we are an inseparable whole,
But for the time being I need somebody
Who has the nature like water
That can only make me bloom.
And for the next time,
I’d keep options,
Not giving them much importance
Nor reciprocating equally,
Depressing them every now and then
With my fickle-mindedness
overly exerting self-importance
Taking their love for granted forever
And being thankless for the things they’d do..
And then my mind asks me,
“Would that really be you??”
I cannot tell how much I feel the need to know new people, some good and lively energy. The people among whom you can set your own worth standards and they actually meet them; people with whom you can talk freely about anything and everything, and even silence feels very comfortable; people with whom you can roam around freely not having any hard and fast rule about what “kind” of place you like or not; people with whom you can go for meals in your night suit or maybe cook one together; people with whom you don’t feel judged for being completely yourself as weird, strange or awkward; people to whom your history doesn’t matter but those who still consider past and future and do not be fickle by staying only in the “now” or “in the moment”; people who know the meaning of real reciprocity, and do not only brag about what they do for you rather be acknowledging and thankful for what you do for them as well; people who love to learn and are curious to learn to love are my kind of people that I am so eagerly waiting for.
“What the hell is happening here”
Anxiety screams, hair prickles,
“Oh baby.. You don’t need to know”
Sanity reclaims, “relax your knuckles.”
Who needs alcohol when you can be high most of the times for no reason..
High on thinking
High of emotions
High on adrenaline
High on anxiety
High on love
High on knowing the unknown.