Body castle

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But what’s most important about our bodies, Is that they remember everything, recognise odours of hugs, love, blessings. It engraved broken promises. It’s like tombstone.

But what’s the most strangest, Is it memories?  It ushers you to go whereever you want to go or sometimes where you never want to go, a version of reality that let your numbness toll on your sleep.

As we grow, we ,somehow learn how to fortify our own brain castle.

Web-o-web!

IMG_20190914_062739.JPGHey spidey, why you always caught in dilemma,whether to be hinged towards unrewarding truth or hang on to the false hope of better prospects, your courage is hard to figure it out. May be it is based on dumb idea, but I am not supposed to question you. Your courage is always trickey. Should you always do like this? O I dont want you to get caught, May be just may be, people telling you to do this or may be it’s who you are or who you want to be.

Stay.

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Stay, just stay, I and you keep the memories, on some nights when you and I are fight over, I keep the time and day, save, if you walk out, I will have to stop all this. You decide, to stay or leave. I can only tell you, so my words, so will the cosmos. So stay, because you and I are meant together. Now ever, everytime, just stay because you and I will not meet in another world, you deserve promise land and I am not meant to be there.

Save

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Time flies away slowly, on the same seat someone else sit. There is space between you and I, Nanometer falls between us, I search for you, looking for affection, never knowing that the door is almost closed, where I stand on front and wonder. I hold your absence anyway, Thinking, is there nothing that fills the space where I keep you, I save.

Yes or No?

  • Would you usher me to a place where you live, so that I can come someday, and we talk about life, afterlife, stars, every little detail of everything? Would you still placate my screeds like you used to do? Would you come back to me so that I cover miles with your back, would these all be true someday?

DEPARTURE

  • In this departure, there is no pain, no aches, only a rim of blurred stories that soon fade away, In this world full of people, there is no place of forever, as somebody said, we are children of memory. In every passing moment, you and I get faded, and only this memory get last.

 

Are there gods up who see us?

For If they did this to you,
You are a great.
For If they take revenge in name of you?
You must be a strong.
Did you like the smell of burnt flesh?
Because, I dont. Did you like the ashes so much? Cus, I dont.
Since our childhood,we all learned how powerful you are.
On one hand there is plenty instance of your mercy, while on the other there is a question on your authenticity?
Are you up seeing this anyway?
How killings in the name of you, in the day of yours done well.
Are you up in the sky taken the credibility of balancing?
Or you wait for next Easter to smell it again?

Ganges!

They say you are river of life, you are river of death. I know there is no real going back. Though, I may come to you, It will not seem the same; for I shall not be the same. I can hear your voice. You are calm yet so loud. I can hear you but what I can see in you, you hold thier belonging beautifully, they came to you to attain salvation, I came to you to see the burden, where did you find your peace? Where shall I find my rest? Goddamn I see you, I attain everything.

Memory lane

In the restaurant yesterday, I found a table for myself ,searched the menu, down the memory lane. I was about to ask you If I can ordered this but you are too far away from it, so I tried to end my sentence too quickly and asked the waiter for check. On the quarter mile past my home, there is a bench where I sat and a nonchalent air touched me, in that moment, I breathe.

Rain.

Sometimes, the word feels heavy on my tongue. I chew but can’t swallow them any longer. The keypads are good listener but they never reverted either. Pushing words back into my mouth, like a bite deeper. I saw how you kept our belongings so beautifully. I wish by touching those belongings, I could see you all again but love doesn’t return like this. Rains fall on balcony silently and that you loved it. It is sad I never loved rain and perhaps sadder, that i never opened balcony’s door.