it may leave
a little scar, but
we should leave
before the leaves
can leave
the fragile branches
that leave
them feeling a little
frail as well;
we should leave
it at that
before it leaves
us feeling left out
from whatever’s
left of the world
we once thought
would never
leave us alone.
©Aaysid
“I don’t want just words. If that’s all you have for me, you’d better go.”
F. Scott Fitzgerald
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Why do spider-like,
Dark apparitions
Run away scared
Only when you
Decide not to
Run away first?
When both begin
To lose at
A game for two,
It gets layered-
A layer over layer
Of profound inanity,
Until one of you
Breaks down
And loudly declares
That it is foolish
To chase after
Your own nightmares,
That it is foolish
To be chased by
Your own nightmares.
©Aaysid
“Strange, I thought, how you can be living your dreams and your nightmares at the very same time.”
Ransom Riggs, Hollow City
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I know that I
Was not supposed
To wake you up,
But it has been days
Since you last took in
The afternoon sun,
And I have heard
It can make a difference-
Sometimes the things
Which happen between
The first signs of light
And absolute darkness
Are worth waking up for
From a deliberate,
Drawn out slumber!
©Aaysid
“There are always loose ends in real life.”
Robert Galbraith, The Silkworm
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the clouds burst
at forlorn places
already soaking wet
because of many
a rivers cried before
the ruthless storms
had even arrived;
how can the eyes turned
skyward remain dry
when the cold,
pelting rain reminds
them of subdued feelings
which can be
buried again only if
cried out along
with the crying sky?
©Aaysid
“I woke to the sound of rain.”
Sylvia Plath
It is funny
How little sense
It all makes
When you are bored
Out of your mind,
And you find
Yourself leaving your
Mortal thoughts behind
To embrace the beauty
Of ill-defined,
But it is nothing
Unusual for it happens
All the time…
It seems that we
Hold meetings
Only to waste
Each other’s time.
©Aaysid
“I like work: it fascinates me. I can sit and look at it for hours.”
Jerome K. Jerome
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I am afraid that some day
I’d run out of things
to say out loud,
but every time
I begin to speak
I feel like as if
all the words
have been said before,
but I utter them anyway,
and feel bad
afterwards for speaking
against my better judgement;
maybe running out of
words to say out loud
wouldn’t be that
bad after all!
©Aaysid
“No matter how far you travel, you can never get away from yourself.”
Haruki Murakami
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Sometimes the nature takes it upon itself to remind people like us that there is a world outside the four walls we have willfully trapped ourselves in.
The monsoon season is in full swing, with all its beauty and horror.
A few photographs from today.
©Aaysid
there is no respite even when
the voices begin to fade,
for unsettling whispers
then replace the brutally
honest conversations,
and the incessant noise
in the head woefully remains,
oh, what a shame!
©Aaysid
“Don’t gobblefunk around with words.”
Roald Dahl, The BFG
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We blink
The maroon
Hours away,
Wallowing in
Shared disbelief,
Slowly running
Out of
Storage space
By adding
Untruths to
Old memories
Which were
Made when
Things were
Not this blue.
©Aaysid
“Insanity is relative. It depends on who has who locked in what cage.”
Ray Bradbury
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there is nothing worse than
a crisp realisation,
that too, a little too late,
which makes it
a little too unfortunate,
that all of this time
you have been more of
a prison than a prisoner!
©Aaysid
“I am afraid. Not of life, or death, or nothingness, but of wasting it as if I had never been.”
Daniel Keyes, Flowers for Algernon
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not all clouds
are born to rain,
but the ones that do
are quite fortunate
for they know what
they are supposed to do;
some people are
like such clouds,
they, too, are born
to rain away—
they know what
they are supposed to do.
©Aaysid
Featured photograph was captured by me.
I.
I wonder when exactly
Everything became
An act of:
Packing your bags
And leaving,
Leaving your bags
And leaving,
Leaving?
II.
A smoke machine
Suddenly malfunctions
And black glitter
Shoots out instead;
Another pretty accident
That no one cares about.
III.
I do not want to
End up like
A lone lipstick
In my purse;
Persevering
In the face
Of utter inutility!
©Aaysid
“There are times to stay put, and what you want will come to you, and there are times to go out into the world and find such a thing for yourself.”
Lemony Snicket
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Why do I find myself
Only a single tear away
From fleeing a conversation
I find myself trapped in?
Why cannot I spare for myself
The same amount of kindness
That I seem to have aplenty
For anyone who is not even
On a verge of tears?
©Aaysid
“You always say such lovely things to me, Red. Do you say them to yourself?”
Talia Hibbert
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She unseals, unfolds, refolds, and seals again
A letter of long gone joy and outworn pain,
Engulfed in a wave of unprecedented fear,
She hurriedly wipes away a lonesome tear,
For the bygone memories still posed a threat
Like the undealt cards of a misplaced bet!
©Aaysid
“We are products of our past, but we don’t have to be prisoners of it.”
Rick Warren
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Sometimes the only way
To break the ice
Is to stage a fight;
To slip and fall all over
The vast expanse
Of time which stands
Frozen beneath your feet,
Inside your ears,
And behind the glazed
Look in your eyes—
We can pretend
That nothing says love
Like shards of ice
Sticking out of a heart
That once was afire!
©Aaysid
“But that afternoon he asked himself, with his infinite capacity for illusion, if such pitiless indifference might not be a subterfuge for hiding the torments of love.“
Gabriel García Márquez, Love in the Time of Cholera
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I had a perfect retort,
But I chose
The less traveled road;
Held it all back
And swallowed it whole.
I have a nasty heartburn
Ever since then,
And sharp words
Keep coming back
To injure my throat!
©Aaysid
“Everything I think of now is too rude to actually say.”
Craig Ferguson
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real time events
are no longer of value
for we are trapped
in a moment
which was never
as lucid as we
recall it to be,
the older we feel
the harder it gets
not to live
in the past
which was not
what it now
seems to be,
which never was
what it could
have been; what
it should have been.
©Aaysid
“The past is a foreign country; they do things differently there.”
L.P. Hartley
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I.
Fickle encounters,
A twitching eyelid—
A keepsake,
A stitch
Mistimed.
No accident.
You are a key
In the ignition;
An integral switch.
Not a glitch
In the very thing.
No accident.
II.
Peace can be found
In a loud moment
For all the noise
After some time
Tends to fade away,
As if you
Were on the road
Even when your mind
Was on the railway.
III.
Cobwebbed bulbs
Clear desk drawers
Vacant vases
No apples in a bowl
With a person
As empty as
The house.
©Aaysid
“If you board the wrong train, it is no use running along the corridor in the other direction.”
Dietrich Bonhoeffer
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You say that
You do not care
But it all comes untrue
When you bring
Your head back
From wherever nice
It wanders off to,
To be there for those
Who have never done
The same for you!
©Aaysid
“We only have what we give.”
Isabel Allende
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you lounge around,
sunk into the couch
without a care
in the world,
while I am always
wrapped in a silver foil
all set to be baked;
we may have come
from similar soils,
but only one of us
knows what it is like
to live in the heat
of everyday life
only to be dropped
like a hot potato!
©Aaysid
“Not everyone can be a truffle. Most of us are potatoes. And a potato is a very good thing to be.”
Massimo Bottura
When black ink rains
From the parchment sky,
A mist engulfs the ground,
It stains the unstained raven,
And keeps the mottled brown;
Such downpour can cover up
Strange, little stories
In the old, disowned towns.
©Aaysid
“The world is full of obvious things which nobody by any chance ever observes.”
Arthur Conan Doyle
We try not to acknowledge
How frighteningly similar we are,
Not because we have the same
Eye colour, length of hair
Or general disdain for anything
That is unlike ourselves out there,
But only because how similar
The lumps in our throats are!
Such resemblance is not only
Hugely unsettling, but it also seems
Exceptionally unfair – to see a person
In the light of their problems,
And to have no solace to offer,
No comfort to spare.”
©Aaysid
“I don’t damsel well. Distress, I can do. Damseling? Not so much.”
James Patterson
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I find myself
Drowning in the auburn
Of the morning sky,
And it feels the way
Dry summer heat feels
Against wet skin;
I am disappearing
Into every thing
That stands out
But seems out of place
At the same time,
I know that
Everything tends to
Get worse before it
Eventually gets better,
But I cannot figure out
Where I am right now
In that timeline.
©Aaysid
Dedicated to my hardworking and selfless mother, and to all the mothers like her.
Happy Mother’s Day to all the mothers, motherly sisters, motherly fathers, and to anyone who’s like a mother to someone! 😊❤
How can we be the same person?
I ask myself that
At least four times a week,
For I have never woken up
With wet sand in my shoes,
I have never fallen asleep
With shoes on my feet,
I have never transitioned
From sleep to wakefulness
Peacefully enough to care
About the state of my feet,
And strangely enough,
I have never been to the beach!
©Aaysid
“The reason I talk to myself is because I’m the only one whose answers I accept.”
George Carlin
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