Love

love

Whenever I cry at the absence of love. I go to my backyard and sit on the swing. The same swing that my father loves. I look around and see tall trees, All stand tall as the evidence that there was love and care and nourishment. I see my neighborhood couple sitting on the bench, Her head resting on his shoulder as they talk about their days. I see clothes hanging, Woven with threads of love. I sit there with full belly because my mother cooked with so much. I am full because she made sure I ate enough of my favorite food. I wear my mother's ring and my father's t-shirt and my brother's bracelet. Everything reminds me of love. I am here because my ancestors loved and protected. I was born because of love. I was born to love. I was born to be loved. There was love before me. There will be love after me. There is love everywhere. River flows, birds chirp, Morning comes, people work, in the evening Sky is painted with pastels, Birds return to their nests. At nightfall there are streetlights, There is science because of love. People create for love; People create for the people they love. There is something like soulmates because there is love. There are best friends to love. People grow forests, walk across countries, find cures, cook, sing, dance, die, birth, weave, grow, heal, break All because of love. All for love. If only I were great enough to write a poetry on love, But love is poetry in its very existence.

" HERE"

I feel defeated and tired as I sit on the swing in my backyard in the dark.

Around me, are these tall trees and small plants,Very little stars in the sky,No moon in my sight.As if everything has an agreement of fatigue

.Flute playing from my phone makes me smile a little,Thinking that someone dedicated so much of their time and effort and love into this artwork.How they poured their heart and soul is just evident.

Chirping of cricket confronts me calmly,As if asking my well being.

Wind bustling through leaves,Flowing through my hair;Like a hand of assurance on my shoulder

.Squeaking of insects and croaking of birds tell me everything is going to be okay.

I will be okay, maybe not now, maybe tomorrow.I knew I was going to be okay.Everybody agreed.

Even regulus in the sky.Even though it seems lonely and soft.

But I am here.

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Hope you like these poems....

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You will never ever annoy me if you

Send me random anons

reply to my posts

send me an ask

reblog me

talk to me

say hello

give me random love

“bother” me

So please stop thinking otherwise.

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thistle24lilac7

5 months ago

I am good

Where are you from

Auhhhmmm... I'm from Gujarat... But living in BANGALORE!!!! Wht abt uhhh😊

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thistle24lilac7

2 years ago

types of study settings

raining:

sitting close to a window, sure to hear and see the raindrops fall

candles lit, fairy lights strung, the soft orange glow of warmth surrounding you

a desk cluttered, but organised

a laptop with its brightness on low

or a journal spread open with pens ready to be used

quiet

morning:

the soft morning sunlight hitting your (note)books

the scribble of the pen scratching across the paper, writing and memorising

a cup of tea or coffee, the damp curling through the air above it

the soft rattle of music playing in the background

hearing the world wake up along with you

night:

the tired ache of your body after having lived through another day

your mind tired in a way that it won't get distracted easily

sitting down at the desk, on the couch, but steering clear from the bed for fear of falling asleep too soon

candles lit, tea made

either staying in your day clothes or deciding to get ready first

the clean feel of your face as you ready yourself for your study session

library:

walking through the rows of books to find a quiet place

hearing the murmurs of other students trying to grasp their mind around their study materials

the table in the back corner of the library, a big window in front, lined with bookshelves on either side

setting your stuff down and making that little place yours, if only just for a little while

working away, not noticing time go by, suddenly the soft glow of golden hour falls onto your work

the quiet murmurs and laughs of other students have faded away

being proud of what you've achieved

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thistle24lilac7

1 year ago

The Quiet World

by Jeffrey McDaniel

In an effort to get people to look into each other’s eyes more, and also to appease the mutes, the government has decided to allot each person exactly one hundred and sixty-seven words, per day.

When the phone rings, I put it to my ear without saying hello. In the restaurant I point at chicken noodle soup. I am adjusting well to the new way.

Late at night, I call my long distance lover, proudly say I only used fifty-nine today. I saved the rest for you.

When she doesn’t respond, I know she’s used up all her words, so I slowly whisper I love you thirty-two and a third times. After that, we just sit on the line and listen to each other breathe.

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thistle24lilac7

2 years ago

love beautifies everything, love connects everything in a poetic way. human connection is art. when your lover talks to you, their words first touch your skin like kisses and then build a home in your heart. when they hold your hand, your souls share an intertwined state. when both of your eyes meet, you enter a meeting behind a physical veil; a spiritual meeting of minds. when you look at your lover, all you see is a walking poem, speaking to you in between the lines and knowing you will understand them even, or especially in a shared silence.

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thistle24lilac7

1 year ago

i'm trying so hard to finish reading the ortho chapter but it's so long i want to give up

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thistle24lilac7

1 year ago

The fact that I’m at my best when it comes to writing when I’m at my worst, I hate it but I love it.

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thistle24lilac7

2 years ago

It’s really tough, but sometimes you still gotta move forward, even when you’re sad.

My drawing tablet completely broke a few days before my calendar deadline, coming in after a week of stress with my payments processor, so it hasn’t been the best time for me. But I gotta keep going- working on my calendar the best I can on my iPad, paying extra fees, and setting up the holiday sale. I just have to make it through!

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thistle24lilac7

1 year ago

sometimes I imagine going back to childhood and getting a do over and making a thousand different choices and STILL ending up exactly where I am now…. my subconscious is the biggest believer in fate and i cant stop it

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