Smothering Silence

Days are, toxic, gloomy, distressing and You do sustain days like these with a hope to liberate yourselves, from all the pain, you've been going through. Days are like, dissappointed conclusions in pursuit of infinity. You live through them, with a hope to reveal the peace of your mind, shrouded in unease. Days are like death, demise of your heart, psyche and whatever you have learnt throughout your life. but you rekindle your existence, with a hope to let goodness grow over you. And still, You find it uncanny, to believe you are strong. that the one thing, that has been saving you throughout, is not your loved one. It's just you, your hope, a part of you. Tell me, Do you still feel incomplete? Rooh.

This is me living in my newly discovered freedom wrestling with my own fears of getting caught in the idea of wrongdoings and right doings and not letting those notions surface my heart and mind. I am vaccilating between my choices and the choices I have been told to make. I am thinking about the bucket list.. My first ever bucket list, for the first time! The idea is very alluring I must say! But more beautiful is the process of hoping about the chances of the bucket list to come true. I can spend the half of my life only by gripping the very notion of this hope. I am seeing and almost laughing at the discrepancies between what my life is now.. And what it used to be.. What I want it to be and what other people in my life want it to be.. Things get funny and strange once the muffled voices find a way to be heard! It makes me more confident everyday that I get to wear whatever I want to. When I make my top glide a bit and appreciate my the beauty of. Y shoulder. When I let my hair do...

It's you.. My midnight muse, The one who exists in an everlasting notion.. It's you, Who I want to write about, Who I want to feel in my words.. It's you, Exciting me, happening to me..  making me fall all the time.. Everytime.. It's you, Who I want to cuddle aimlessly, Who I  want to dance with and sing for.. It's you, The spark that never ceases to live.. The consent my heart had always kept hidden.. It's you, Who can let me taste infinity, Who can mend my heart like no one and nothing else.. And.. It's you, Yes it's you, Always have been, Always will be.. Who would be loved by me like no one else, Because I realise, there is only one way, one way, I know.. To love you and notice that it's you, The only way to keep it beautiful and true.. It's you.. PS. Have Maddeningly fallen for you now. All yours. Rooh Xx

Dear you, It is so good to see that after all the struggle of yours, between fighting and flying, you did manage to take out a moment for me! I don't expect you to fill me in with any information that you consider delightful or significant enough to be shared with everyone else. Since I know, as long as you are cheerful enough to enjoy and strong enough to fight, things will be on the right track! I know you are learning to deal with the problematic circumstances of your life, which you are finding very troublesome and you expect your life to be something else entirely! But when you are living a life, you are not just living a life, you are following a trail, where you confront silent adventures, unexpected joys, innumerable heartbreaks and a pinch of empathy. There are disappointments and despair. But you know, what will be the best thing? HOPE. There will be hope, that will keep you going! And provide you a reason to never stop, no matter what! Even if the world indulges in ser...

When your words betray your eyes, When you laughter dismisses the idea of goodbye! When your tears outweigh any other considerations .. When your miscalculations forget to spare my patience.. When your absence comes posing as an agonising instance, When your silence refuses to take a certain solid stance. When your inquisitiveness glistens in it's own curious light, When your calm holds my implausible fright. When your dilemma frightens me to a fault! When the thought of your withdrawal leaves me cold! When you hold your promises as steadfastly as you can, When you revert to me, without considering the expense,  is when I know, this is how it is, To smile and to be smiled on.. To hear and to be heard. To hold and to be held.. To love and to be loved!

For a moment of the day, I'll assume.. I'll assume that you will listen to me, And feel what I do.. For a moment, if you resist the urge to register my mistakes.. For a moment, if you try to discover the measure of my desolation.. For a moment if you deem to gather than to break! For a moment..  If you probe the circumstances more than my disposition, For a moment, if you spare the bit of brightness been left, For a moment, if you forget to warn my choices, For a moment, if you just not support the idea of remorse or regret! For a moment of the day, I'll assume.. And I'll assume if you let me assume, Because your judgements do not make me brave... And assuming would be my escape!

If you ever censure to the scope of loving, My friend, I'd be tempted to dismiss it steadfastly! Since,love is not a secret with scourging mysteries, It's a silent turmoil of flashing things that bring in joy! If you ever embraced boundaries, at the cost of your heart.. My friend! I'd detest your choice as much as it matters! Since, heart is not just a home for your dreams.. It creates, paddles and spreads the light of joy That never lets you down! But, don't confuse yourself with my words, Or set a voyage in search of this glistening light of joy! For it has never been outside.. But inside, Inside the eyes of your soul, Inside the peace of your mind.. In the fragrance of the flowers, That touches your lips seeking my traces!