Not Alone!

“Darling, it’s okay. You don’t have to face the world alone. “
Being an independent person is cool and all but sometimes you need to accept the help. Doing the tough stuff with someone beside you always gives you strength and power to face more. Thanks for reading. Art by @elesq

-Saloni.

Lonely Today

I thought I liked being alone.

But suddenly without you it was lonely today!



This one comes from personal experience. Simple as it is, it shows a certain vulnerability when you are dependent on someone. It could be friendshio, relationship, food partners, etc. So cherishing each bond with all your heart becomes verybimportant.
This also completes the sunset series. Don’t forget to check out the feed on all its glory!

This image is something I posted on my Instagram account. Find more of my original prose and poetry on InstagramFacebook, & Pinterest.

Ghost Feet

This little poem is about that moment when you long for your better half. In the morning, even when the bright sun has risen, it seems all grey because of their absence. Being habitual of their embrace, and their warmth, your feet feel alone in a bed for two. A little flashback Friday for fond memories and a lot of little things that I used to write!

Grey dawns this sunlight,

when it doesn’t seem so right

shuffling fervently two bedsheets,

your warm embrace doesn’t meet anymore,

doesn’t envelope my two cold, trembling feet.


Picture Credits: HiveMiner

 

Flashback Friday: Secret

Myriad colors and faces in the crowd,

Thoughts, dreams and wishes echoing loud

Find the man most glad, he’s stark,

For he hides a secret most dark.

PS: This one is from my diary archives. I remember penning this forever ago! It’s still remarkably accurate.


This was posted on my blog in July 2016 and received mixed reactions from the ‘crowd’! Because it is a litte dark, it seems like a twisted quartet. But the thought behind it is actually the common thread that binds us all today – that we carry deep secrets within us and yet be social, pretend to be happy and hide behind our smiles to appear normal. If you believe another interpretation of it is valid, I’d love to know.

I knew what died meant.

I knew what died meant.

When my clothes didn’t change
But hers did.

When my smile didn’t fade
But hers did.

When blossomed red some rose
But that wasn’t the color she wore.

I wasn’t the strong one.
But she didn’t falter.

I was just a child.
Scraping memories, time beguiled.

Wrapped in a love so fierce
Under a watchful eye.

But I am still a child.
Pondering about the last time she smiled.

My one, loving for two.
Doing for two. Dying for two.

I don’t hate that
I know what died means.


Image Credits : HyattMoore

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