People say I'm weird

People say I'm weird, I don't know why?
Can't a person be smart at times & yet be shy?
People laugh at me for being lost in dreams,
I wish I could tell them of my world where nature beautifully gleams.
People tell me often that I should speak up,
But aren't they the ones who sulk when I try to express myself?
People say, I should change myself,
I wonder how can they accept me as someone else, if they couldn't accept me for myself!
People see me as weak & feeble,
That doesn't stop me from being as strong as a shark & as sharp as a needle.
People often judge me for my choice of words & tone,
I don't know why they don't see the kindness on them I'm showering upon.
People tell me indirectly that I'm ugly as hell,
Is beauty something that only whiteness of the skin can tell?
People say I don't have feelings,
Maybe that's why I love them all & think of them as my own siblings.
People tell me, I should stop reading,
If only they know, that's all I have & will need, to keep myself going.
People present me with taunts covered in sugary coats,
I'm not sure do they understand, I half the time don't be paying attention at all.
People surely keep on chanting a lot of things,
All I understood is, don't bother listening, fly away somewhere peaceful with your imaginary wings.
And then again people say I'm weird, I don't know why?
All I'm doing is living my life, trying to mind my own business, waving them goodbye.

Someone

Someone to wake up to. To share the weather with, then the coffee.

Someone to dream with—to plan and scheme and then celebrate with.

Someone to win with, and someone to lose with.

Someone to care for and protect—and to let go of and watch fly.

Someone to stare at in wonder, and to think,“That heart loves mine.”

Someone to talk long with under stars on frosty nights. To giggle through scarves and gloves and hats with, and to kiss under mistletoe.

Someone to hold. Someone to be held by. To be treasured by a treasure.

Someone to notice birds with. To catch flashes of blue and green and purple and brown—and to feel the excitement of soaring little wonders. To see life as it is, not as it seems.

Someone to sit with and watch children, perhaps our own, and to laugh in their innocence and swell at our luck.

Someone to forget with.

Someone to cook with. To sweep mud off the floor. Someone to make magic out of mundane with and smile because it’s with each other.

Someone to cry with. To share rivers of grief indistinguishable from the other. To hold and to hug, and to help and to heal.

Someone to hold hands with. To glance at, fingers intertwined beneath coffee tables, and hearts blurring between eyes.

Someone to lay with with, nothing in between. To be everything holy and exist in a dream. To be naked to our souls and give everything unseen.

Someone to trust. To tell darkest secrets to and reveal hungry fears. Someone to know all of themselves and to want to see more. Someone whose eyes reflect what’s in ours.

Someone to walk with. To travel with. To find pockets of magic in grey city dullness. To drive miles and miles just for that “mile” that’s ours.

Someone to smile with. A deep knowing grin that says, “I see you” and “I’m staying.”

Someone to miss, even for a minute—until they return, and it feels like home again.

Someone to stare at for moments unending.

Someone to love.

Someone.

Credits: http://www.elephantjournal.com/2015/10/someone/

To a best friend

Everyone needs a friend,
I thought I found one in you.
I didn't mean to mess it up,
Somewhere I fell in love with you.
I accept that I grew selfish, that's why I took the risk of telling you.
But I didn't realise you'd judge me for it, or our friendship will seem a question mark to you.
You can very well be cruel, I'll still be good to you.
I've never pretended & never will, on what my feelings are for you.
Believe it or not, I'm not like everyone else.
I trusted you with everything in my life, yet all you are doing is hurting me in return?
I only meant good, I only wanted to be your life long friend.
To help you see the light, in the darkness you dwell in.
Prove the world wrong, they've never understood.
Keep your promise, don't leave me alone.
But I can't make you do something you don't want to,
If you really want to go go, I won't stop you.
I'll try to stay somewhere where my existence doesn't bother you.
& if God is kind enough then you won't have to wait for long,
I'll find a way, I'll dissappear, this silly girl who sings songs for you will be forever gone.
In my attempt to make everyone happy, I only trouble them more.
It's me who don't belong here and with me all worries will be gone.

To Mr.Busy

Oi Mr.Busy🤓
Do you ever be free?🤔
Working day & night like a honeybee!🐝
When will you ever learn to reply properly?🤐
I wanted to ask you something that has been bothering me😐
But why would you understand my misery?🙁
Too engaged in everything else, you never for once even think of me.😠
Not that it'd stop me from reminding you, yet you could be nicer you see.😜

I love you

I love you.
I don't know how it is for you...I don't even want to know whether what people say is gonna be true...
I just know however old everyday this feeling seems new....I try to restrain yet my soul longs to be with you....
Maybe I'm lost in dreams right now to think straight...I'd never know why I carry on this never ending wait...
You say you're just another person that I accidentally met...I say you're the only one I'm destined to be with no matter how twisted my fate gets...
We can beat this together but you're not ready to fight...you say I'm wrong but does that make you right?
From your silence I try to pick up words...make a chain of compliments & try to get through worst..
All though when around you make me nervous...but when I stand alone nervous i think of you & give out my best...
It's funny how you'll always be my sunshine yet you'll never know...
How much is that I want you to understand...how I'll always be waiting to hear a..
I love you too.

Let you go

http://www.elephantjournal.com/2016/02/i-love-you-but-i-have-to-let-you-go/

She is not

She is not here to make you smile.

She does not exist for the sole purpose of making your life easier or making your pain feel less painful.

She does not wake each day to make you gasp or groan with pleasure.

And she sure as hell is not destined to hold your broken pieces politely together.

She is here to inhale her pain and exhale

Fire.

She is not a pretty plaything

Or a sweet little pet

She is a living, breathing, booming woman

With curiosity flowing through her veins like hot pink lightning,

With thorns on her skin

And colliding particles of electric, mystical mystery in her eyes.

She might look cute, she might look delicate and sweet

But she’s got a fierce beast inside her—

Her wild heart.

But that’s no secret.

Because she knows what she’s not—-

And she is not here to people please until she dies.

She is not here to say pretty, glittery things that make people happy, but have no truth, no meaty substance.

She is not here to hold the crushing weight of the world on her shoulders.

She is not here to hide the flames of her anger behind sweet, sugary, fake little smiles.

She is not the one who will save you.

She knows that she can’t save anyone, for she nearly lost herself while trying to mend the rips of a thousand broken hearts.

Now, she knows—

She is here to love herself, first.

She is here to inhale pain

And exhale

Fire.

She is not a pretty plaything

Or a sweet little pet.

She is a living, breathing, booming woman

Sent here with a mission, a purpose, a spark

That blooms inside her

When she stops trying to be perfect

When she stops trying to say all the right things

When she stops trying to please everyone else—

When she stops, lets out a delicious roarin’ scream and asks herself aloud—

What do I need?

A bright purple lily blooms in her chest,

It unfurls with decadence and sparkles proudly in the sun, it covers her skin with a silky coat of electric goosebumps.

And in that moment, all is revealed—a scroll of tattered truths that make her heart beat a little faster—

She is here to dive deep and she knows it.

She is here to be so honest that it hurts.

She is here to stand alone, completely alone, and taste dripping raspberry glazed sunsets and kiss dark stormy skies with her head tilted back in pure, ecstatic pleasure.

She is here to create works of raw, wild blooming beauty from the gaping cracks and smashed shards in her heart.

She is here to unearth grains of gritty truth from the stinging scabs on her soul.

She is here to love fiercely and unabashedly—without timidity, without fear, without pretending, without second-guessing.

She is here to rise above her piles of sh*t and learn to fly.

She is here.

This moment is hers—hers to catch like a tangerine speckled butterfly in the palm of her hands—

This moment is hers

Hers to kiss, to touch, to embrace, to devour, to make passionate love to.

And in this moment,

She is so vividly alive.

She is here to inhale pain

And exhale

Fire.

(Courtesy:http://www.elephantjournal.com/2016/01/she-is-not-poem/)

Possibilities

Don't break my heart before I give it to you
Don't tell me no before I ask you to
Don't say it doesn't fit before you try it on
There's too much to lose to be wrong

And it feels like there's something here
But I wanna see it before it disappears
And if there's something real between me and you
Well, are we both open to

All these possibilities 
So many little possibilities
Right in front of us
Close enough to touch
And far enough to have some time to see
All these possibilities 
Whoa, these possibilities
Are written in the stars
We are who we are, baby,
And I can't help but think that possibly 
There's possibilities

Don't give me hope if there's nothing to this
Don't let me in if you're not there
What I'm feeling doesn't happen everyday
So, baby, please play me fair

And it feels like there's something more
Than those crazy little crushes I've felt before
When you move in closer I can feel the rush
And now we're so close we can touch

All these possibilities 
So many little possibilities
Right in front of us
Close enough to touch
And far enough to have some time to see
All these possibilities 
Whoa, these possibilities
Are written in the stars
We are who we are, baby,
And I can't help but think that possibly 
There's possibilities

(Courtesy :Freddie stroma)