Wise Words Wednesday (Nov 27, 2019)

The greatest lovers are like twin blooms, each reflecting the passion and the glory of the other.

Jonathan Lockwood Huie

I was in a weird funk last week! This week has been almost back to normal. But some things happened that changed so many of my views, for better or for worse. I hate being cryptic here, but the quote should be helpful as a hint. Anyway, A quote about a new love for Wise Words Wednesday. Hope you have a lovely day! 🙂

Saloni

Mystified!

Honey,
You’ve made me a mystic
I belong to you in letter and spirit.
With my words, I claim to find you
While in my soul you already reside.
I am lost and found with you beside.
.
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Focusing on spreading the language of love. Having someone be a part of you, and claiming it for all!

Image Credits: Deposit Photos

Secrets to Carry

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.


 

Flashback Friday! This was first posted on my blog in July 2016 and received mixed reactions from the ‘crowd’. Because it is a little 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.

Lay Bare (FF)

Get me a pale blonde bob,
And suede boots in grey charcoal.

Make me look a little different,
But separate from my soul.

Claw at me with your suspicion.
Try me, I will still be more!

I’m now two souls, different,
I am not the ME you’re looking for.


Learning to love yourself normally takes a while. To accept your flaws, to embrace your quirkiness and celebrate the qualities of oneself come with age. And, till then we try to present a different front to the world.. an artificial, made-up version which conflicts with our true image. If that persists for long, we become two different people, looking perfect but feeling almost empty with our rendition of own selves.

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