One day and Someday

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My heart’s greatest desires
are confined to one day and someday
there is so much for me to offer
yet you remain stuck at my shores

So I hope that one day
you’ll meet me in my depths
embrace me like I dreamt you would
Unafraid of the immensity

I’ve been seeking words for so long
it’s almost as if I’ve lived an infinity
trying to express myself, someday I will
Unshackled that day, I will rage like the sea

My heart’s greatest fear is that one day
Time will stop ticking, stop running
I might crumple beneath the pain
What then of my one day and someday?

Maybe today is all I have, all we have
Today is one day.
Today is someday.
Will I have the courage to live it?

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Hello dear reader, I don’t know how many of you are reading this. I used to have a very loyal group of people who always supported me with my writing. I have been inactive for so long, I’m afraid you might all have forgotten me. Med school has been tiring and trying, but i have been writing. And i think I’ll try to be more loyal to this blog from now on.

Hope you’re all doing well.

Forever grateful 💗

Starry Night

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‘Twas a starry night. So, he tossed and turned suffocated under the burden of sleep, that eluded him

Through the windows, he saw the stars. Obscure and distant.

So he beseeched them, “Do we appear as minuscule to you as you do to us?”

They twinkled and gleamed, “yes” they whispered back.

One sole abstruse star, celestial and heavenly, whispered, “but when we fall, we see heads bowed, eyes closed, lips moving.”

Its dazzling luminescence unfaltering, “When we fall, in you we see light.”

“Light,” the young boy chuckled, “light is what you are made of.”

Ironic.

“In you, I see the light of hope, gratitude, love and prayer,” it murmured, “and that shines brighter than all.”

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So I know that I haven’t posted in a very long time. My college started and it’s really hectic right now.

I am trying to manage time better, so I hope I can post more frequently. I hope all of you are doing well.

Nothing Missing

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Undone.
Incomplete.
Something missing.
We think we are pieces of a puzzle,
You and I.

Faith.
Hope.
The last of our expectations.
immersed in the notion of something
that will fulfill us.

We are so intrigued with this idea
of someone
Completing us.
Healing us.
Filling us.

Sometimes I wonder…
Maybe we were born whole,
not nuts and bolts.
not a jigsaw puzzle.
nothing missing.

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Unfurled Parchments

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She was a pristine enigma
In a world of unfurled parchments
A jigsaw puzzle of a million pieces
some discovered, some missing

There were facets of herself
she was yet to fathom
There were mysteries and riddles
she was yet to answer

Far and wide she went
Seeking, deseperately, some lucidity
Praying for the fulfillment
she didn’t know she needed

Drained and exhausted
she ended the ardurous voyage
Only then did she realize,
her answers lay closer

She found them in her heart,
in the hearts of people she loved,
inscribed in the pages
of love letters of her youth

She found them hidden
between the pages of an old book,
in the embrace of her family
and the scent of her home.

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The Cosmos

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We carry the universe within
We are the cosmos
stardust in the veins,
a collection of dead stars.

Splendor and magnificence flowing
light seeping through each pore.
Shackles of gravity chasing us
our being chooses to be untethered.

Nothing but a hoard of ordinary atoms
bound by opulence and beauty.
Our actuality is ephemeral
in the perpetual history of time.

We carry the universe within
We are the cosmos
until we wash away into oblivion
cessation of life – nothingness.

~Nikita Gill (Google Images)

Mindless Musings #4

Ever so often we find ourselves looking for people, places, memories and opportunities that make our hearts ache. But in a good way.

Some find happiness in running after that feeling, chasing it in bars and discos. Jumping off cliffs only to have a trace of its grandeur. Intoxicated by its scent in foreign skies and seas.

Some find solace in the hope that it will come to them. That all they must do, is believe in its power, its possibility, and trust it with all their heart, and the wait will be worth it.

That feeling is what makes the World go round.

Earth, our home, found it in its path around the Sun.
Sun, our star, found it in its luminosity and illumination.
Water, our sustenance, found it wrapped in the bonds between hydrogen and oxygen.
Wind, our cosmos, found it in the chirp of every bird that beautifies it.
Fire, our energy, found it in the oxygen that strengthens it.

Sometimes, it comes in our early years. Others spend ages feeling incomplete.
Sometimes, it comes right when you need it. Others learn that it has the worst timing ever.
Sometimes, it comes when you’re ready to hold on. Others are caught completely off guard.

I made a wish for that feeling, then placed it in my soul.

I promise to welcome its immensity and its enormity the next time we bump paths.

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Masked

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1. She veiled herself, unable to accept the flaws. The world, patiently awaited her exit from hiding, ready for her light.

2. Their reluctant hands met. Sparks flew, warmth coarsed and love grew in the silence. Hiding behind smiles, they embraced it.

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This is in response to Twenty Word Tuesday (TWT) held by Bulbul’s Bubble. This week’s prompt was : Hiding (https://wp.me/pbcaAs-xo)

I took two different angles at this. Let me know what you think!

Eric, William and Ernest

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Eric, William and Ernest,
had all devoted their words to her.
Each syllable stirred, an innominate emotion,
each word pulled at her heartstrings.

So she set sail,
her heartsrings moulded into a mast,
her heart became the anchor
as she embarked to write about him.

‘His eyes, the colour of Earth
almost as if they dared her to venture,
to unearth the secrets they veiled
left her bewitched.

His scent intoxicated her,
reminded her of the comfort and stability
his arms offered as they engulfed her.
His heart beating in her ears.

His presence, made her heart smile,
propelled warmth into her soul
and dazzled her spirit,
promising to stay beside her.’

A single tear escaped from each eye
as she put the pen down
Each word that she had inscribed
sent a wave of sorrow.

As she mourned what could have been,
as she grieved over her loss,
as she devoted words to him
she became Eric, William and Ernest.

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