Everyone just has this urge
to fill silences with conversation
to fill the spaces with words
even if they’re nothing but the staccato
the telephone lines carry.
No one ever pauses to look around
At things, at people
And smile at strangers.
I want to smile at that girl in the green coat
The boy with the dark blonde curly hair.
But I too am ruled by this society
That tells me to keep my eyes down
Type nothing on my phone
Pretend to be busy, look important
pretend pretend pretend
and ignore this beautiful and brimming world
overflowing with stories
like a dam about to burst
pretend pretend pretend
I AM A DAM ABOUT TO BURST
with the effort of pretending
that I don’t like to just look around
and meet the eyes of those I’ve never met
And meet them. Talk to them like we’ve
been friends forever and then part ways.
I don’t want to pretend anymore that
being conventional is okay.
I want to play with fire
feel the smoke sting my eyes
i want to cry because i tried
to be something different than
an assembly line puppet they mass produce
But I too am ruled by this society.
They say that 90% of the human body
is stardust, or something like that.
But if that’s true
Then I love you.
I love that you’re made up of all these stars
I love the constellations that in your body
Wearing your skin like that could ever hide their light;
I love that you have a universe in there
and no one has the map to it but you.
I want to paint your sky the colours of the rainbow
So that you feel like sun after the rain
every moment of every day.
You’re fragile, you’re dust
And I wonder what happens when you break
your ribs trying too hard to find music
In the sound of oncoming traffic and end up
getting hit by the wind
Before you realize,
Oh, that’s a windchime!
I wonder if you ever look at the clouds
and wish you could see elephants
but see only shapeless blobs of white cotton candy;
do you think you’re the same?
a shapeless blob of shame and nothing
trying to hide itself beneath layers of clothes
and robotic repetitive words,
”I’m fine, I’m great!, I’m okay, ya this is so boring!”
Even when you’re NOT and even when it’s NOT.
Try to remember in these moments that you’re a star
You have so many ways you can bend
So many galaxies you can brighten
You’re more than just decoration
You’re better and you’re shining brighter-
you’re the star in their dark
help them see they’re stardust too.
Azra.T “Braille” (via 5000letters)
i feel like crying you guys it’s probably delayed tumblr gratification but it’s just so many things and all is violent all is bright okay no i don’t even okay bye pointless don’t read
Raat yunh dil mein teri khoee hui yaad aayee
Jaise veeraaney mein chupkey sey bahaar aa jaye
Jaisey sehra on mein howley se chaley baadey naseem
Jaisey beemaar ko bey wajhey Qaraar aa jaaye
Last night, your lost memories crept into my heart
as spring arrives secretly into a barren garden
as a cool morning breeze blows slowly in a desert
as a sick person feels well, for no reason.
Faiz Ahmed Faiz (Urdu poet)
Stand on the highest pavement of the stair—
Lean on a garden urn—
Weave, weave the sunlight in your hair—
Clasp your flowers to you with a pained surprise—
Fling them to the ground and turn
With a fugitive resentment in your eyes:
But weave, weave the sunlight in your hair.
So I would have had him leave,
So I would have had her stand and grieve,
So he would have left
As the soul leaves the body torn and bruised,
As the mind deserts the body it has used.
I should find
Some way incomparably light and deft,
Some way we both should understand,
Simple and faithless as a smile and shake of the hand.
She turned away, but with the autumn weather
Compelled my imagination many days,
Many days and many hours:
Her hair over her arms and her arms full of flowers.
And I wonder how they should have been together!
I should have lost a gesture and a pose.
Sometimes these cogitations still amaze
The troubled midnight and the noon’s repose.
La Figlia che Piange by TS Eliot
rain in the fall
now we’re standing
on our toes
afraid to wrinkle leaves
that kiss the ground
afraid to bring our
to keep them warm
in this rain
almost like the distance
will become all the
more real if we dare to
speak and break the
silence of the teardrops
that fall upon our regrets
try to wash away our lies.
closer than ever
yet farther than the moment
before.before you close
your eyes, before you
fall asleep and i sing myself
to sleep, stay, stay for a little
while. we can stare at the grass
that has ages to grow;
we can stare at the puddles
that show that rain is not
the only miracle an autumn