I am afraid of finding out that what
we have is just another carousel ride.
That the ride will end and I’ll get back
to writing poems about losing things.
I am a f r a i d yes.
But less than I was before.
Because I know that
what we have is a choice.
And we chose to be happy,
we don’t need to quantify that.
We just need to BE happy,
and I am, with you.
I am learning that sometimes joy is silent.
There are no words to describe days like this,
when we’re just meant to hold each other as
tightly as we can, like we have never hurt,
until tomorrow, saturated and awaiting the slow,
glimmering brevity of sunsets.
*For #juneinspiration hosted by the lovely @alura_inspires and I.
Relationships aren’t always about being happy.
It’s also about commitment and responsibilities. I don’t want to sound bitter, but love doesn’t pay the bills.
Continue reading “Happiness”
I wake up with at least 1000 words
in my head every day. About half
of them disappear down the drain
when I shower. I play with the other
half like a set of legos, mentally
constructing and deconstructing,
until I make something I like.
Those are the words I write down.
On good days, I call the remaining words poetry.
On bad days, I call them shit.
Continue reading “365 Wonders”
I want everything. All of it. Without conditions and without compromise. I want it loud and I want it fast. I want it hard .I want it to consume me, to drown me, to lift me up and to let me fly. I want to be awed by it, repulsed by it, tested by it and challenged by it. I want everything. No limits, no questions, no guilt, no regrets.
I just want to be happy.
On days when everything is
falling apart, remember that
you don’t need a grandiose Continue reading “Catalyst”
There are many people we met in a life time,
but there will be only who clicks like a sudden magic,
whose everything affects you the way,
they are all yours,
A right to know everything about,
A Right to know what is going on with them,
And that right is not just a right to get information about them,
it is the care we do for someone,
even before the care of own,
they started becoming our priority,
priority to talk ,
priority to take care of,
there family started feeling to be like our own family,
caring for them also,
as much as we care of our own family,
their happiness makes us happy
their troubles and tensions shakes our life as much their life got disturbed,
they started occupying some space in our prayers too,
prayer just to see them safe and healthy always,
And then by all these things,
suddenly they became our LIFE❤
Falling asleep next to you is how I know peace.
Happiness is hearing your heartbeat inside your chest.
Calm is feeling your even breaths on my neck.