RSS Feed

Tag Archives: experience

“Against the proof of experiences” – Nayana Nair

girl-alone

There is nothing more confusing
than the love of people who
never really known you.
Who have always been caring
without being affected.

bfl

There is nothing more heart-breaking
than to doubt the intention
of people who actually take an effort.

bfl

There is nothing more difficult
to trust someone against the proof of experiences
for reason as small as a smile.
To be thankful, without being bitter.

bfl

Advertisements

“MORNINGS, AFTERNOONS AND EVENINGS” –Nayana Nair

alone-beautiful-girl-girls-photo-Favim.com-347621

Mornings I’m up, I sit up and gaze,
To follow a train of thought, that I can’t even trace.
Afternoons are dull, with stillness all around.
I eat and lie down listening to some songs,
Or sometimes I doze off reading something,
It drowns all the voices in my head, some peace that brings.
Evenings, as usual are spent in laughter with a tea,
As sitting there I try to convince myself of what I really feel.
Its nights that are horrible for me,
As I realize how futile has my day gone by,
How I was running blindly in every direction I found,
Just to return to what I was running from.
Not to confront the loss, and its pain,
And all efforts to ignore them gone vain.
As I find my thoughts going back to then again,
To the reality there was and only loss that can be,
For when you hurt me, and when you lied,
And when you faked grief when I cried,
When you spoke about me behind my back.
Laughing at my pain, and discuss what all I lack.
When for a stranger you left me all alone.
I realized I’ve lost you now.
Maybe I’d lost you long ago,
Or maybe I’d never lost you,
for how can I loose what I never found.
So as these mornings, afternoon and evening go by,
I do not grieve for you, nor I ever will,
And it is not for you that in sorrow I lie,
Nor it is for you that my heart is bitter and still,
And I’ll never shed a tear, for the kind of friend you were.
And never in my lifetime would I wish you were here.
But my only loss, only sorrow is what I’ve really lost,
My real loss was the loss of trust in myself.
And loss of my carefree trusting mind.
And loss for the heart that cared and believed
And losing a part of me, that I can never find
For all I’ve suffered, you were not worth this loss,
And I did not deserve this pain,
To try to find what is not there,
For my mornings, afternoons and evenings, can never be mine again

“Experience”- Dorothy Parker

Posted on

Some men break your heart in two,
Some men fawn and flatter,
Some men never look at you;
And that cleans up the matter.

Vidya Kethineni

Since '03, but not really.

Write Under The Light

Write to see the light.

Love's Deep Waters

good returns good and love returns love

Despite my deepest thoughts

A space for my thoughts

No Purpose Club

Go Aimless , Live Life...

Aesthetic Miradh

"I think Therefore I am" -Cogito Ergo Sum

HemasSphere

To the world where I belong, and to me where the world resides.

The Chatter Blog

Living: All Day Every Day: Then Chattering About It

Running Naked With Scissors

slightly cracked observations and unsolicited advice on bending the rules and being yourself...and butterflies

Myths of the Mirror

Life is make believe, fantasy given form

The Lily Garden

Yuri visual novels, yuri anime, and yuri manga

my {seoul} dream

ramblings of a lover of languages and writing

SENTIMENTS

Anything and Everything

harrie nijland 2

PHOTOGRAPHY

Annie's Poetry

Words and Pictures

Dreamwalker's Sanctuary

A Sanctuary for Enlightenment and Peace through Poetry and Inspirational Thoughts as we go through Life

Singledust

Living on the equator but longing for snow

Reymon de Real Photography

Amateur photography by a professional Physical Therapist!

The Girl with Ironwings

Lift your head up princess. Madness is Genius.