In a world
as creepy as a graveyard,
one should seek solace
in the flowers rested upon the grave.
-mauli
Want to find, a heart in brine. As irregular as it goes, but finds symmetry in mine.
Want to find, a brain in pieces , a piece for love and a piece of wise, and takes on them in beautiful leases
Want to find , a hand in action, of kindness to the world yet wanting just a fraction.
7 billion people on this land of god, walking here and there, fully absorbed in ignorance and rush, and I wonder if I'll meet a soul ,for whom my soul is lobbed.. (21.11.19)
Why do i write ?
Why am i even here?
Maybe in hope.
Maybe in desperation.
Maybe is anticipation.
Maybe because I'm a little tired every now-and-then.
Maybe because i dream of being heard, just a little, for once.
Maybe i wish, that at least someone would hear a tiny piece of my soul here, and in all anonymity, not judge me for once.
Maybe someone would read me, and not get sad, and not feel guilty, and not feel sorry, and not worry ,just be there.
Maybe that's why this scribbling is sacred. Maybe that's why i keep coming back. Maybe the insecurities i never used to have, maybe my suddenly empty social life, maybe the creepy monotony hands me my pen.
To blurt out a little and to breathe a little. Maybe that's why i write.
Maybe to live a little.
Maybe.
-mauli
Their eyes stare close,
parallel into each other.
These mirrors of their souls,
create some infinite reflections,
Gazing deep inside, they see
their histories unwind ,
while their hearts intertwine.
They collapse in each other,
as if two black holes collide,
ending light, ceasing dark,
rebuilding space , creating their time.
Buried was a universe inside, now is
a spark that's theirs to be,
forever and ever...
-mauli
βββ
I personally don't think it's entirely their fault but... This is F-ing true!! I want to a cosmologist and work in library (the biggest kind) but apparently will be an engineer of the kind I don't really love because studying cosmology doesn't give you money... until you have a PhD in it which takes years of time and money less days...
#LateStageCapitalism
Some nights
she stays awake
looking at the stars,
and other nights
she falls asleep
and dream of them.
β Mark Anthony
Everybody you meet is fighting a battle you know nothing about. Be kind. Always.
- anonymous