Promises And Porcelain Hearts

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Promises and porcelain hearts

Two of a kind, they are breathtaking

Universally fragile, universally alive

Universally breathtaking

 

They are sad, and they are beautiful

Like a rusted childhood swing

They are melancholic yet binding,

The essence a dying breath would bring

 

Could be broken, could be scarred

Could be as well torn apart…

They’re what keeps us going

Promises and porcelain hearts

 

 

 

 

Shame In Tears

Sometimes it’s hard, and sometimes unfair…but it always is okay at the end. John Lennon will complete my point 🙂

Some cry out, and the world hears them

Some sniffle and hide, by their mother’s hem

Some cry to their pillows, night after night

Some go numb, normalcy not in sight

Some don’t, not because they’re unhit…

They believe it’ll get better, piece by piece….bit by bit

Pride Month

June 28,1969-people out of hiding, people out on the streets, fighting for their right, fighting against what they fear… fighting over the right of life.

Fighting over the right of life..

June 28,1970-people on streets… remembering, reminding that not only male/female but the ‘other’ are human too..

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June 28,2018-people still hiding,still celebrating… people acknowledging, people shying away. Somewhere, the stigma still ingrained… It’s the Pride Month.

Somewhere, the stigma ingrained.

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June 28, year unknown- No more inhuman laws,no more irrational intolerance, no more hiding. It truly is the Pride Month!!

Ink Spill; A Diary Entry

                     I don’t know how to start…after all, I’m penning down an emotion within the cramped infiniteness of a moment. I deduce it is a lot like love from what I’ve read about it, but in the widest, largest sense of its meaning. It’s not a person, neither is it felt towards a specific thing. That heavy feeling in my thoracic cavity, that slight tingling…I’ve read about it, apparently that’s how love feels. I can’t get the grin off my face, even if it’s Panic! At The Disco playing. No Ed Sheeran there.

…penning down an emotion within the cramped infiniteness of a moment

            Oh it happens, you wave it off dismissively…A windy night tends to bring back memories, some love. As the wind catches your curls, you tend to remember…Ah! But there lies the catch. It didn’t bring ‘back’ anything, there was no past involved, no memory.

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INK SPILL

 

       You try to box the feeling, attach a tag, attach a name to it. Sometimes you give it your crush’s name, but it never stays. It simply fades away, and you don’t even notice.

…there was no past involved, no memory.

    They eventually find their way, all of them grinning like me. My friends, acquaintances, those people who give me a passing smile…Those I never imagined I would even remember, set aside miss. But I do. I do remember them, but not with sadness.I know I’ll never see them again, but there is no sadness in this remembrance. This weight in my chest…it’s not sadness. It feels heavy, but I’m soaring. This big balloon swells inside me, but my feet remain cemented to the ground.

…I made mistakes…I will make them, but it’s okay.

                   For the first time,in the hours I spend alone with my thoughts for company, I don’t feel regret or guilt or uncertainty. I know I made mistakes, but it’s done. I know I will make them, but it’s okay. Tomorrow might turn out to be a tearful day with no friends, but right now I’m my best companion. Because right now, I’m happy… so satisfied.

And right now, that’s what matters…

Cul de sac: A street closed at one end

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Eyes like leaves in fall

Trying to explore he hit a wall

They were too dark, they were black,

They were also culs de sac

 

The letters went, And back they came

For his grief, he is to blame

The protective wall, he couldn’t crack

Should have known, another cul de sac

 

Every night, the memories roared, like through shells

He desperately wanted to be somewhere else

It rushed in unbidden, him  shouting at her back

But his mind was an alley closed at the end; a cul de sac

Perception

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He saw the light go out,

While she felt the devil-in-disguise leave

In the darkness that remained, he fumbled’

In that darkness, she dreamed…

 

He saw a dead end as he let go,

She felt the warmth of a new dawn in her heart

They are but two sides of a coin labelled perception,

Yet, worlds apart.

 

He was critical of people for what they were,

She loved them for what they could be

He was practical while she believed…

It’s with the heart that one can see.

The Catalyst

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Dear Linkin Park,

Long before I realised the beauty of melody or the magic behind veiled words woven together, you were a part of my life. I heard Chester sing passionately and Shinoda’s hypnotic rap pounding from my brother’s speakers as a kid.

Unknowingly, I listened to you sing, “In the end, it doesn’t even matter..” Not heard, but actually listened. I connected to you in almost every situation. Even when my mum ‘explained’ that it meant last moment study never helps…

You are my first love. ‘My December’.

One of my biggest disappointments was that few of my friends haven’t heard you, ‘discovered’ your beauty. As people around me sang ‘Love Story’, I hummed Numb.

As I changed school, I told myself “Beginnings aren’t so simple, sometimes goodbyes the only way..”

You are my best teacher. You taught me wars as Shinoda rapped, “When the rich wage war, it’s the poor who die” better than my textbook could ever hope to do. You taught me terrorism too singing “It’s ironic, at times like this you’d pray, but a bomb blew up the mosque yesterday”.

You told me to work hard but not to hope high because, “…the higher they shall climb, the harder they shall fall”

When I fought with my best friend, I found solace in blasting up my earphones and mumbling along, “My mouth kept moving and my mind went dead.” You taught me to take the blame up if it is my fault. And so I did.chester When Chester departed, I did go Numb…I joined Shinoda as he sung, “Who cares if one more light goes out…Well, I do”

When I’m hurt, you made me realise “Only I can save me now.”

When you play, I fall back, close my eyes and “Leave out all the Rest” . You are that “Somewhere I Belong”.

Thank you for being there… always.

Thank You.

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Hey there guys, Linkin Park, as I already mentioned is my first love. Just in case you are out of depth here, I’m mentioning the songs from where I took the phrases. It would be great to know I made another person find the magic too

  1. In the end, it doesn’t even matter…-In The End
  2. Beginnings aren’t so simple, sometimes goodbye’s the only way-Shadow of the Day
  3. When the rich wage war, it’s the poor who die-Hands Held High
  4. It’s ironic, in times like this we pray, but a bomb blew up the mosque yesterday-Hands Held High
  5.  The higher they shall climb, the harder they shall fall-Darker Than Blood
  6. My mouth kept moving and my mind went dead-Waiting for The End
  7. Who cares if one more light goes out, well I do-One More Light
  8. Only I can save me now-Nobody Can Save Me.

The rest in quotes are the song titles. Hope you have a happy day ahead 🙂