When the dust would have settled and the sky lit blue, When the memories have faded but not the vows we took, When you would have left just now, and the time had stalled. I will wait for you, for as long as it takes, in the November’s cold. ~RavS ## Written for a friend on their anniversary :) ##.
You know what emptiness is? Emptiness is sometimes how you define, The longing, the yearning, the endless plight. Emptiness is being numb to the surrounding, Trying to press a thorn in the nerves, To remind yourself of what it means to be alive. Emptiness is being never satisfied, with what you have, always craving more, Trying to surround yourself with what’s outside, but not satiating what you feel inside. ...
Aren’t poems just sugarcoated bitter pills from one patient to another. ~RavS ## Poems aren’t for everyone, and its quite evident from how a few people scorn from it. However, there’s another aspect to it. I feel to truly understand a poem you have to be able to ‘feel’ it and to be able to feel a poem you would have to go through a similar experience sometime in your life. ## ...
You are the pain, you are the suffering. You will be end now, you were the beginning. The path that leads to you… It’s excruciating, But I chose it myself, I am not complaining. Not just Love, it’s my existence I am fighting for. Everything I am now, it’s you at the core. So when I say, it hurts all the time, you’d know, But the fact it hurts you, hurts me even more. ...
I wish you suffer a lot. So you know what I feel, So you don’t pity me, So you love me in that pain. Call me selfish, but, I don’t need your sympathy, I want your empathy. If you can. Please. ~RavS ## Slight, but in a way enormous difference between sympathy and empathy. ##
I wish today I close my eyes, Not to open it ever again. Let this be my last good night. Lest my dreams would go in vain. Don’t wake me up brother, Let me sleep long enough. I swear, it’s nothing I’m just tired. I just had a day, that’s been rough. I started in search of love, All I got was terms & conditions. Now I am just bitter and cold, To even be myself, I need permission. ...
I think a lot about the subject of love. Not just the romantic kind, but love of all kinds.. Brotherly, motherly, friendly… There are people who want someone to love them. Someone who can take away their feeling of being ‘lonely’. Someone to take care of them, to talk to them and be a base for their self worth. Then there are some other kind of people, people like yours truly. More than someone to love them, they want someone whom they can love wholeheartedly. They hope their love would be acknowledged and respected, and at least not rejected or ridiculed. ...
I feel a blank page is a person’s best friend. It’s non-judgmental, it’s patient and it’s always there for you. You don’t need to pretend in front of it. You can yell on it, you can cry or you can express your joy. It’s not “busy” or “dealing with its own issues”. It won’t ‘avoid’ you if you cling a bit too much. And it will always have your back (assuming you don’t run out of papers). It won’t hurt you (although paper cuts are a real thing). ...
I will write when you’d asleep, And I will write when you’d be alone. I will write when you’d need me, And I will write when you’d feel bored. I will write when you’d be angry, Or sad, Or low… But I will also write when you’d be playful, Or ecstatic, Or glow… I will write when it’d be difficult to (write), I will write when I won’t know (what to write). I will write when you’d refuse to (read that I write). I will write when I’d miss you (while I write). ...
Umpteen things hurt. Prime among them is the realization that even with same persons and same surrounding, you would never be able to recreate the memories that have been spent and lost forever. But sometimes, close enough is good enough. ~RavS ## A Great start to a great year. Believe. ##