Monday, February 10

I Wrote This For You



Your words collided in emptiness of noise and it won't stop storming in my head. The way your lips sync and the color of your energies replace everything else I've ever learnt of. The beauty of transient things: everything I've ever loved has made me unrecognizable. Eventually, everything reduces itself to poetry. And I loved my poems, but only for the moment you lit them on fire. You're my storm amidst the hurricane and I'm the violent sea that crashes repeatedly in the calm shore. I wonder if we will always be strangers, you and I. If we will ever know each other enough. A cup of coffee, a cigarette, the penetrating aroma of its smoke, an empty room, silence, solitude & poems on paper and no more from life than this. Then there's you. I will always hunger for more. I'll always keep running like a wild soul and sink further into this madness. I'm not your Sunday morning or your Friday sunset. I'm the dark night sky of impulse and indecisiveness. And every time your cold lips touched mine, it tasted like haikus of spring and destructive work of art that were passed through royal generations. Of all the books I read in my childhood you're the one I'd often often lie and dream for hours longingly picture myself amidst a world of infinite sunshine & endlessness. Cause you're not an emotion, you're one of my experiences.

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  1. Forget losing, I don’t know if I could ever find myself without loving someone; if that takes risking my happiness, I’ll still do it. Don’t know why the idea of loving you makes me happier than loving myself. I’d be lying if I say loving myself makes me happy, it rather separates me from everyone I love.
    I’m happy to find the letters and I’m sad to find it unreal, for poetry only. I’m happy to find these moments that are very rare that melt you completely for that person who means everything to you. It’s transcendental to stop at each word and feel it, that fills your emptiness. But I’ll rather save my love for someone, not for poetry. I’ll have my love and then I’ll write poetry for her. If I couldn’t write good poetry without being sad then I’ll upset her, may be even make her cry for something trivial and I’ll go away and I’ll miss her and I’ll feel that love for her and then I’d write a poem and it would be beautiful but I don’t think it would be worth making her cry and miss me. She would always be more precious than any poetry.

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  2. I am always fighting to my grammar problem and this problem feel to me hesitate for writing something but when I read your this type note and fb notes like wrote a love song fill encouragement power in me

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    1. We all make mistakes. I have too. I write a lot of incomplete sentences. I am yet to master the use of a comma. You know what, I push myself always. To be better than yesterday. I read things over the internet. They inspire me so much. Most times, I take notes. I squueze them in between my words. Most times the writers are unknown. I wish they always know how much they drive me. Read a lot more. Read again. Write. Write a lot. Re read what you write. Correct yourself. Only, practise makes a man perfect.

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    2. thank you so much Now I'll not see behind and do a lot practise.you're inspiration.

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  3. wow that was intense,... am not that kinda of reader personality but as i started up with the first line i never wanted to finish reading.. it was as if it should never end.. I love your way of describing very section with so much detailing it was just like a drop of water falling from a body and giving a brief about its journey throughout.. i know this might sound stupid but its true that in whatever perception i got the deepness of the situation i could well imagine that it was that crystal clear.. The description of the persons by default who are strangers but still sharing that space of loneliness wd a cup of coffee and cigarette was something our minds inter relate to very recent incident.. its never too long we ended 24 sept 2014.. its well preserved in time and that was the real thing which hit me when i read through. You complete one's imagination into reality.

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    1. Thank you for the kind words. Maybe you never stop dreaming and following them.

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    2. maybe i dnt dream these cz i knw its gonna b true real soon.. each and everything,, i just blv on reality of destiny which is gonna be designed by us for sure, so y live virtually wen i can bind them wen awake.. Am up to express..Just your call kitty.. your call..my approac- your consideration.. thats wat makes reality beautiful.. isnt it ??

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