From your old best friend y'all have forgotten,
You remember, whenever I meet a new person, I give them a special nickname. Sometimes a colour, sometimes an object or even an animal, or mostly I just shorten their name to make it into something cute, charming and unique. And they do the same for me. A unique name: you'd think what's so great in that.
Oh well, you know, a unique nickname - the name by which just that one person calls you - makes you special for them. There's an emotion attached to the sweet nickname you give to them and whenever you hear it somewhere, it reminds you of them. Reminds you of them when you're friends, but even more when you're not anymore.
It's been months, years, and even today I remember all the nicknames that I ever gave to y'all, regardless of whether you do too, and whenever I hear any of them, I do get reminded of you because, that one word, it was only our thing, just ours, once upon a time.
It's been like years since y'all have left, and I still can't use the nickname I gave you for someone else because they are not you. If someone today calls me by the nickname that you used to call me, I get sad. I just can't allow them because memories are there in the depths of my heart, buried, but still alive, and will never be dead; and if they get unveiled, I get sad in the reminiscences of you, even if y'all don't even bother anymore.
Condolences to every nickname that died and every name I now hate to hear just because of the people from my past.
With cold-hearted love,
Your Khubu, plumgurl, chick, kuchbhi, pumpkin, munchkin, chopi, khubsoo, bhooth buddy, sweet muffin, KhushDeep, khusukhu, BAEtichod, cherry, khargosh and KhuSa.
My DeepKhush, bhooth buddy, abbbyyy, nikkiii, waferball, polar bear, BAEtichod, AppyFizzzz, My-sabse-favourite-paaltu-doggie, meenu, bitchie bitch, chopa, BhushKutta, PavBhaji, roshogulla, sweet potato and aarav.
Deslízate lágrima, aquí está tu ojo,
como una gota de cielo.
Nunca me atrajo el sin color, lo inanimado y amorfo que no tenía sabor y parecía invisible, me causó siempre una despreocupación exagerada que no intenté ocultar. Para mí aquello que parecía invisible no era importante. Siempre le di gran relevancia a eso que podía percibir mejor con mis sentidos hasta aquel día en que el agua se acabó toda, se agotó en el planeta, se fue de mí y también yo tuve que irme.
Solo Dios sabe cuánto sufrí, ni una sola lágrima más, ni ríos, lagunas, glaciares, mares, ni vino para la cena familiar, ni siquiera nieve en diciembre, nada. También yo desaparecí porque era más agua que cuerpo. Treinta y tres años en este mundo y nunca dimensioné que la necesitaba tanto para funcionar, para vivir, para respirar, para amar.
Los poemas, relatos, cuentos en los que solía sumergirme—para encontrarme en este mundo—, también perdieron valor cuando ella se fue. El agua era protagonista de todo aquello que leía, así que nunca más una escena de amor romántica tuvo sentido sin la lluvia, nunca el mar pudo reaparecer en un párrafo con sentido, jamás nada volvió a fluir: No pude dar ni recibir más besos, ni siquiera una caricia, jamás pude tener hijos en mi vientre ¿en qué líquido iban a nadar y protegerse? Ya no era posible, ya no había nada en mí. La vida acabó con su extinción.
Solo cuando la perdí pude valorarla, entonces lamenté toda la basura que había albergado en mi mente, también la que arrojé a la calle sin pensar, los árboles que nunca sembré, los que corté y dejé morir, las miles de veces que salí de mi casa dejando la llave del grifo abierta, aquellas en las que permití que una gota de agua cayera sin razón en mi ducha, esa misma gota que hoy necesitaría en mis ojos para desahogar su ausencia.
Publicado en el libro “Pasto un territorio sensible al agua.” (2018)
Por: Andree Julieth Villota Realpe.
On the verge of NOTHING,
She's my EVERYTHING.
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It takes a torn chest to sew all broken pieces of the world because shattered people see destruction and want it to go away just like they want themselves to die as if that will make them leave
It takes a crippled sun to burn the world because the moon is used to being halved and quartered and It takes a thousand pieces of my ash to live like I do, to blow along the holy wind and people have learned to make bricks out of my remains because jagged parts make such grand art that pricks in the right places and people don't even realize they have been stitched together.
My father once threw a timid brown sapling into our garden saying it is of no use and while dying it heard my mother sing to her growing belly so it held on to become our biggest tree.
It was raining in the sunlight and children were happy they would get to see a rainbow Little sparrows had gathered by the window to sing and our dog bit my aunt to keep her away when my mother knew she had constructed more than a child.
There was no rainbow that day, a first born daughter feels just the same so everyone was happy to see colours on my hands but it takes heartbreak to create so much and nobody ever diagnosed the fracture in my heart that appeared in my voice because there is no happy artist and rainbows are born out of chaos my father had always wanted a beautiful garden so I knew when to cry so it rains when it is needed because it takes a shattered chest to be so vulnerable
even the clouds stop to look and listen and I learned that my mother knew she had made more than a child so I thought of calling back the sparrows who had sung at my birth and a crow cawed they had all run away and they hadn't even looked back because I could make it rain and they couldn't stand so much pain in my voice so I have been wishing to go away so the sparrows come back
and the world is pricked in the right places because it will be the greatest poem I'll ever write because my mother taught me a song I don't remember and it broke my heart and the brokenness did push me off our nest but the sparrows hadn't seen a human child fly like that.
- nidhie saini
4339 minutes ago
i once looked up
at a cloudless sky
my emotions were soaring
just as high
i knew not
what was to come
all i wanted
was my heart to go numb
for i did not want to feel
feeling so much
had made my heart go sore .
i wanted my memories
and emotions to fade away
i only felt in shades of
blue and gray .
there was a hurricane
that needed to be
Read more -
The fact known yet unacknowledged
We only live to die
Leave behind the things
We are proud of
Worked hard for
Chased even after sunsets
The fame we held up close
becomes just another name
The love we took for granted
will be regretted
but will not be resurrected
All the time well spent
in being busy , We thought
Will haunt us
For losing all the moments
In the quest to fly
we ignored the people
Who could only walk
While flipping the pages of life
Everything inked was a thing
No moments , no people or no song to sing
We race to win against time
At last , no matter what
How high we may fly
We only live to die .
Pic credit - Pinterest
45510 hours ago
"Esa mujer debió encontrar algo tan salvaje dentro de sí misma, que ahora es indomable". David Sant 💜🔥
I’ve foreseen their arrival,
your parting words
that make islands out of people
And even with anticipation,
death still came for me
Willing the ground to crack
below my feet
Engulfing me alive
My hands labored in its torment
Sunburn resting along my skin
Dirt lodging inside my nails
as if it’s a currency to ransom you back
And I thought I was ready for this
making certain in many ways
That only an indelible ink
writes our history
To remind me
that it was real
Yet much like your dominion
to pull me from afar,
You have a vicious way
of ruining me
without breaking skin
Voiding my insides
in the absence of a knife
on the mountain stoop
over the autopsy
of our breakage
Drenched in deluge
as the world watches silently
beneath my proud bearings
subduing the cries for your name
TEARS DO NOT QUANTIFY MY STRENGTH *************************************************************It was troubling,
your belief that I am weak
As you pressed your hands
across my chest
Searching for courage
that is already there
Perhaps I’m damned
by the way I fail
to keep my heart at bay
And how easy
feelings muster a coup
against my composed bearings
Is it the deluge in my eyes
that quantifies my strength?
Or the face of gloom
on the misty reflection?
Because neither of those
is an inkling
To the actual battles
exhausting my strength
there is a sense of peace,
the way you came home to me
Welling in clarity
against formidable adversaries
Because you were finally shown how
to appraise bravery
outside of my tears
And that’s all I’ve ever wanted,
for something to teach you
This magnitude of pain
this tonnage of grief
and aching discernment
A loss unequaled
to this only love
you could ill afford
But I’m bereaved of content
For you may have learned your lesson
I just wish it wasn’t me... Elle Bor
669719 January, 2019
FULL PIECE BELOW *******************************************
Some deaths don’t leave corpses
no indulgence of despair
It’s simply an end
a pain numbed
from too much denial of mercy
Perhaps a voice
silenced by deaf ears
The begging wilts
the pads of her fingers
unwilling to open
So she marches in exodus
to retreat deeper within herself
Soon the whisper ceases
Just the croak in her throat
Counting sheep until
sorrow blankets her
Tomorrow she will not wake up
at least not where
the world left her
They go to a place
where the shadows
become their mother,
Her and the rest of the forgottens... ************************************************************
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