Spring'23
what needs to be found is getting lost again and again.
There are people who Flawlessly knows how to appear pleasing to people around them. Their mere existence in a room makes you wanna observe them. They know how to talk, spell exact words, they are quite flirtatious with their words, they know all about the well done Representations of life.
How to make out with the moment. They just do what they do and most of the times it turns out exactly what they do- Does that make sense what I’m trying to say? Like perfect picture, their difficult choices seems perfectly handled and know how to pose in front of camera, with really good communication skills, moreover these kind of people knows how to start a conversation without blundering their first impression. With perfect words put in a sentence. They are unapologetically opinionated with a heart; (hurtingly true)
Which is one of the most attractive qualities about them, like literally they knows how to give a shit, to whom, and when. Anyhow, I'm specifically not pointing towards extroverts, well nope! In my opinion they do extras thats why they are being called that word.
But these people of whom I'm giving this beautiful diction, you may/ will see or perhaps crossed paths once a life time. They are simply magnificent personal, as if a magnetic force of their own kind. They literally put life to deadly boring moments. Perhaps a walking life affirmation in front of you.
POETRY ~
March is ashamed of spring. Sparrows are hardly seen and lustery sun burned all of their wings. Birds hushed and cry behind hurtful sing.
Seconds knifed minutes and minutes hanged hours, Erased all the traces of the crime. The clock on my wall ticking away all of my time.
I met a hope when I left my childhood ages ago. I met a hope, hugged it as long as my longings could hold. But l left all my innocence near those crossroads and I daresay to held it again someday but now that road almost erodes.
A midnight breeze or perhaps a cold sneeze, maybe I'm those lost keys that I know I'll never gonna see.
The bugs, the dogs, the leaves and sparrows Still celebrate all my joys and all my sorrows. God sent me some presents for my loss yesterday. For the present, he sent some tomorrows to cry.
I met a hope when I left my childhood ages ago. I met a hope,I hugged it as long as I knew he was my only abode.
-R
Seasons turning into centuries and all the poets are saying the same damn thing. We are repeating and retelling the same words but in different languages, it's like there is this truth that we all know about love, life, death and in betweens, A basic information about everything, our existence, atoms, matter, simply how we are the way we are while some write with complicated words while some say it simple.
As if our past human civilization already knew it, at the same time they were still decoding it and so are we, chasing meanings about everything, of all happenings around us, as if “what needs to be found is getting lost again and again”.
It's like we can't see the truth but we do feel it around ourselves and the reason we don't understand it because we aren't seeing through naked eyes mayhaps, it's invisible and at once unbelievable.
I think one of the most sincerest thing anyone can do is send picture of themselves ASAP when they are out somewhere without you, that yes I was in this beautiful place but still couldn't stop thinking about you.
Perhaps with no words just through efforts. (not snap streaks lol)
I lovahhh when people come to me and say ohh you look so alike your mother- like yes I'm from her, I literally godamn stole her personality and I hope to be her someday.
