Bibek noor

writes?? 17,infp Has no clue about what's going on in her own life (and in general).

[chaotic3metanoia]

With every little thing

I know of hope

I've made this home.

Where one lives and not just exists

Laughs and dances without any care.

Where kindness and peace

are the only religion

Where looking up at the stars heals every scar

Naive? Yes, it is.

But that's where I live.

Until cruel, bitter reality

comes knocking at my door

Startling me awake

from my sweet, silly dreams

And like my second nature,

I pack in haste.

leaving for somewhere new

With just a feeling that

something is missing

Only to realise halfway

I...

forgot myself behind.

[kojad]

[chaotic3metanoia]

If I ask you to hold up this sky,

Would you take it off my shoulders?

This isn’t the myth of the eleventh labor,

Nor am I Atlas

Though our fates do seem alike.

I only wish to devote my final breath

To etching you into memory,

So I may yearn for you beyond this realm.

Let my gaze linger on your face,

My fingers tangled in your hair.

Can I kiss you goodbye?

Cradle me to eternal sleep,

Let death have mercy on me.

I’ve heard she’s gentler than life

Shall I, at last, find rest?

[chaotic3metanoia]

Taking a walk down memory lane,

I see you there

From years of proximity

To years of distant oceans.

Your face, forever a happy space,

The memories bright enough

To pull me out from the darkest slump.

My childhood belongs to you

The carefree, joyous child I was lives in you.

I'll forever be eight with you.

My laughter and friendships,

Even after all these years, are owed to you.

In a life full of ever-changing currents,

You are a reliable shore

A place to return, to come and decay,

Even after forever falls apart.

[chaotic3metanoia]

To be loved is to be known

My curiosity is affection,

The pain, devotion.

Prove your faith.

Let your blood serve as my paint

and your screams as my melody.

Let me turn all your darkness

into masterpieces.

I swear, darling

You'll feel sacred afterwards.

You just need to be on your knees.

Beneathe my feet .

@chaotic.__.metanoia

[chaotic3metanoia]

The memories of sunlight

Poetic voices of rain

Keep me ever so awake

The screams of my soul

Have started to fade

I no longer mind the blazing sunrays

The darkness I planted

bloomed into a golden heart

Repressed words and scary truths

Are now a long-gone past

With the dying of summer

My life turned into poetry. 

[chaotic3metanoia]

With a slight touch of mine,

you'll be in the ecstasy of life,

feeling second to divine.

You'll be whirling like the Sufis.

I'm an escapade

you wish you had before.

You'll abandon your home

in the hope of seeing me more

and having me for you and you alone.

But my instinct is to stray.

No matter how far you run,

I'll always be miles away.

It's Fortunate for me

because if one day my feet stilled

and I stayed,

I'm afraid you'll discern that

I'm stitched from your heart's remains.

The ecstasy of mine will fade away.

And you'll realise

how uncannily your face resembles mine. 

( written from the perspective of happiness)

[bebx]

reblog if you’ve read fanfictions that are more professional, better written than some actual novels. I’m trying to see something

[aera3014]

Stars

Have you ever looked up at the sky?

Wishing you were a star up so high

Away from all the things that hurt you

Wishing that this petty dream comes true?

Yes, I have looked up at the sky

As if I am running out of time

I stand under these stars I always view

Wishing that this petty dream comes true

-Aera

[baldeepthekoala]

Strange how I remember walking on the sand Was a magical time, when I held your hand A hand, softer than clouds, I held I guess, it was love what I felt We promised to grow, we promised to stay?Where did all that go one day? Good times, bad times, we had them all Badder were the questions that came with nightfall Where did I mess up? What was my fault? Why was I the one who ended up in a halt? I told you that people, you'll find new For qualities, I had, only a few Filled with sorrows, worries, and fear I only needed someone for once to just care Strange it is how I cry myself fine Goodbye, old friend, who I wish stayed mine.

[chaotic3metanoia]

This world is a child's play,

and we must smile to make him stay.

With his slightest disinterest,

we will be packed in a box

left alone in ruins to decay.

You and me

With our hands tied,

mortal and reluctant to face the inevitable ,

mere preys of the so-called fate.

If I were wiser,

I would surrender,

but I'm just me,

so I'll cut the strings

and stray.

[chaotic3metanoia]

If you ever want to see

Just how beautiful one could be.

Come to me. Because I know

A girl from the clouds

She's the closest I've come to touching a star.

It's a mystery.

How someone like me stumbled upon

the universe's prettiest creature

Her smile

Her weird little antics And chezzy flirting

I admit she needs a little help :)

She says

"I am you.

You are me."

And that's the kindest thing

that's ever been said to me.

I could never tell her enough about

how much she means to me.

So I wrote this silly little poem.

[chaotic3metanoia]

I've been running so fast.

That everything just blurred past

Trying so hard to recover

From all the wounds that bleed me dry

Time really doesn't stop for others.

So my childhood was abandoned.

So I knew regret before I was 15.

Everything hurts.

because everything is unfair.

It took me a while to discover

The path of mine

isn't parallel to others'

The years of my lost childhood

are uniquely mine.

The pain brings wisdom.

which I don't want to return.

Because now I know

Death is just a painful reminder of life.

I'll live more than what I was ever destined for.

[chaotic3metanoia]

From the way, I instinctively appreciate art

The way I can name these wild little flowers

To the way, I inherently believe in true love, freedom and affection

To the way ,I own courage to stand up for myself and for others

From the way, I blatantly stab my wound over and over

To the way, my soul bleeds from the rage that I've been retaining for years.

To the way, these unwept tears stain my face

All of me is a memoir of my bloodline

Parts of me are older then I have realized

And THAT shakes me to my core.

We all will be forgotten

But in a sense

We are all immortal..

[baldeepthekoala]

She a beauty, holds the sky in her eyes. Her smile, the most precious, has no price. Yet, within her brilliance, resides a hidden sorrow. Her joy fades; she sees no tomorrow. Bombs, gunshots, and chants she hears. “Is Mama, Papa alright?” She fears. Her laughter, once a sunrise, gentle and bright. Turns into tears as she sees her home alight. Guns fall silent, peace returns. Her parents, her home, her nation, she yearns.

[chaotic3metanoia]

No one is wrong, but nothing is right.

Not the blood spilled by both sides.

Not the innocents who are k***ed,

The women who are r***d,

The homes that are now war-worn,

The hearts that are shattered

When this drapery of division will be stripped

We will be entrenched in nothing but corpses.

How long until we realise

It's not Israel vs. Palestine.

It's not Kuki vs. Meitei.

It's not Hindus vs. Muslims.

It's Human vs. Human

It's US against US.

How different are we?

How far are we?

How long until we wake?

[weepinggrayrose]

I have been called a wordsmith. It is accurate in that each phrase I write is meticulously crafted. It is examined and measured until I am satisfied. But I feel the word applies too much artistry, too much professionalism, to much choice to portray me correctly.

The words I piece together are but the desperate echoes of a fragmenting soul. They are messages scrawled in a bottle tossed overboard. Excruciating in their necessity but haunting in their futility.