Ekta Somera
To the faded dreams and memories that resurface to old songs replaying on the radio and scents riding on the breeze, may they always bring me that warm, chest-tightenting wash of nostalgia as I reminisce on what use to be.
Absolutely obsessed with the idea of spending the rest of my life with the love of my life.
-Fatimatuzzohraaa
Somehow she always managed to blend into her surroundings yet stand out at the same time. The pearl of the great blue sea. She, of wherever she wished to be.
~Arshi
To read for pleasure
is a gift for the mind;
Seeing the characters in a book
who have the same demons as mine
and feel my tears drip as they find redemption.
I read books as if it predicts my life;
a map to the future –
a compass for the personality.
To read is to make friends
with people who are dead in the body
and alive in my thoughts.
I read to write as I write to live –
I love my books as a gardener loves his flowers
and marvel at the beauty of the words I cannot say.
I don’t know which was louder; the train as it passed by or my heartbeat as you hugged me for the very first time.
Christina Vistiaire
Someone wakes up in the morning and checks their phone for your Good Morning text. Someone can’t fall asleep without wishing you Good Night. Someone gets ready and skips putting on make-up ‘cause you complimented them on their skin’s natural glow. Someone walks up to their wardrobe and before whining that they have nothing to wear, picks up the same outfit from yesterday 'cause you said that it suits them well. Someone looks forward to their lunch time 'cause they get to see you in the cafeteria. Someone eats their lunch with a smile plastered to their face 'cause you shared a meme they could relate to. Someone orders tea instead of coffee as they remember your love for the former. Someone learns to prepare the perfect cup of coffee, just for you. Someone laughs more often 'cause you told them that it sounds adorable. Someone smiles amidst tears 'cause you told them that they have the most beautiful smile.
Someone is reading this and thinking about you. You’re reading this and thinking about the same person, maybe?
~ Mouma
I am not as sweet as chocolate
I am more like love soaked in memories,
ugly painful memories.
I don’t look like beautiful flowers,
I look like broken promises with lonely eyes.
I’m no longer made with dances and laughs,
I’m only made with heartaches and crying souls.
This is not a poem,
this is me after you,
this is what you turned me into.
This is not a poem,
this is me trying to forget you,
all about you,
all about me and you.
I look outside and I think of you. How you loved the snow. I hear you saying, with all the excitement in your voice, “it’s so pretty outside”.
I wonder if you’re looking outside. If you’re thinking of me. Of all the times we spent together.
Everything I look at is a constant reminder that you are no longer with me.
I can longer look outside and see the beauty of things. Of experiences. Of anything I used to do with you.
I no longer want to experience anything new because I refuse to make new memories that don’t include you.
I look outside and it hurts.
I wonder if you’re looking outside. I wonder if it hurts you.
I look outside and hope that you’re ok.
Hope that you still see beauty in the world.
I look outside with wishes that you were looking with me.
I long for your voice. Your smile.
I look outside and I look for you.
I wonder if you’re looking for me.
Let me love you in ways that make saints blush and heathens jealous.
In the midst of everything, in the midst of all this anguish , in the midst of all the misery, you my beloved is my moment of peace
I want so many things from this life, but most of all, I want you, just you.
There are stories only you have to tell, because there is no one who looks at the world in the way you do. There is no one else who listens to the whispers tucked in a soft breeze or understands the wilting petals whimpering. There is no one who feels the earth in the way you do. You are the one.
Ekta Somera
The thing i find most fascinating about life is the essence of change; it is impossible to fit into an elaborate sentence, therefore, we should never be defined by our past or the way we are living.
Ekta Somera
You always say loving me will be the end of you.
Loving you will forever be the beginning of me.
So I love you from the depths of my heart to the depths of yours.
I don’t know what it is about him, whatever it is, nothing in this world can even come close to him.
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