what touches you
what makes you cry
what makes your heart go wild
with beats so irrational
that is something that is
worth loving
preserving
cherishing
for a long long time…
never break
her trust
for once you do
you would have lost
something more precious…
her heart.
should i really wish for it?
i wish more love
am i wrong?
maybe i am
for i have so much
already
why then am i
such a hoarding heart
craving more
and more of this thing
that forever runs
away from hands
forever away it flies
from intentions
away
into another land
“love” when i say
its just a phenomena
that occurs
and cannot hence
be held with hands
or flaps of your heart
or wings of your dreams
its a byproduct
of every act
that you carry out
for your people
for their people
for animate as
well as the inanimate
everything that
matters to you
brings you
“love”.
inside this heart.
inside this heart
lies a thousand secrets
each one a thousand words
of a thousand poems
to be formed
like a mirage reflecting
from the eyes of its observers
inside this heart
lives infinity’s waters
bubbling, crackling,
storming across
rushing as blood
vibrating as heart
shining like love
glowing like thoughts
inside this heart
lies a thousand secrets
each one a thousand words
of a thousand poems
to be formed…
to be formed…
that’s about love
sometimes an ocean too
can find itself insufficient
to feed little pieces
of land, sometimes
its just plain paradox
that no matter how much
you want someone to be yours
you can have them not…
death is
a screaming word
to a loving heart…
“everything is external, meaningless and vague except for that heart that beats in you LIFE. without life your eyes won’t function, your brain will understand nothing and you won’t have a smile on your face as you do right now… it is that secret machine that makes you who you are, even in terms of emotions you can always sense how its rhythms vary, dive and soar, in turns like a wave in the sea. without you ever wondering, without you ever acknowledging its presence it still beats and asks for nothing… from your mother’s womb, to your very grave it beats for you its love… :)”
the girl soul
“you keep searching elsewhere, but how many times have you felt your own heart, beating so beautifully, so peacefully inside of you?”
the girl soul
our eyes
cannot see
hearts beating
in other bodies
neither can they see
emotions felt
inside of them
however they can
feel them
slowly changing
absorbing our vibes
they can feel
the heat and cold
that is born in them
and their depths
that deepen
with every breath
they breathe…
sometimes you need
nothing to be happy about
and you can still smile
for everything
you already have…
“Our heart is not always of the same age as our body.”
The Girl Soul
(via misswallflower)
We were thoughtless
When we fell in love
And now as we separate
I feel we are thinking too much…
I cannot submit to
Disguised love,
Fake love
And I cannot lose my heart
To people who conspire
To play with it,
Stain it with lies,
Steal it away from me
In order to break it
Into a million pieces…
