vintage poems

...there is nothing in this world i know less about than about myself. -Hermann Hesse Instagram: vintage_poems

[iamthestars]

death is here to take me.

it arrived only to find me dead,

what a tragedy,

for I have never lived.

live a little o wanderer,

life is not the past or future,

life is right now, life is love.

—kaushik

[iamthestars]

cars on streets,

people in them,

not knowing where to go,

with little thoughts of sadness,

carried by their hearts everyday.

"why am i doing this"

their inner kid yells,

for killing him.

somewhat similar is love,

but rather beautiful,

it knows where to go,

but doesn't know how to.

it knows and hears the yelling,

but can never respond.

it lays out a reason to live,

but also one to die for.

we end up losing ourselves,

piece by piece,

but willingly.

people & the unseen love

-Kaushik

[metamorphesque]

St. Grigor Narekatsi, from Book of Lamentations: Speaking with God from the Depths of the Heart (translated by Diana Der-Hovanessian)

[inky-sun]

[lotemaach]

reblogging because this is important!

[mindcurrent-dimension]

"Did you ever find it?"

Find what?

"You forgot you were looking, didn't you?"

[iamthestars]

“If you only read the books everyone else is reading, you can only think what everyone else is thinking”

-Haruki Murakami

[iamthestars]

o foolish,

how can the blind show you the path towards light?

-kaushik

lost are we, in the circle of life,

enlightening others, while being in the dark ourselves.

[iamthestars]

“the true laboratory is the mind, where we behind illusions uncover the laws of truth.”

-J. C. Bose

[iamthestars]

in the end,

if one thing must you remember,

know without worries

that life is not in achieving or losing something,

life has always been sprouting in you,

never around,

life is you,

you are life,

and the very thing you chase to achieve,

simply is nothing but youself,

you do not love dear,

you are love.

-kaushik

o who am i to judge,

im love personified,

i am the only entity that existed and will exist even when nothing does.

[iamthestars]

i, the one who is ever at rest,

ask myself "who am i?"

how unfortunate, for there is no response to this question from the knowers.

regardless of what i do or don't,

it's still December,

it's still time enslaving me,

but, i?

i am always at rest,

yet the time seems moving,

and i seem to move with it,

but, i?

i am always at rest.

if a being at rest,

is enslaved by time,

then i really do wonder a lot, "who am i?"

-kaushik

lost in thoughts,

or perhaps in time,

for i have never known anything but rest,

i am always at rest,

for i am time itself,

i am the enslaver and the enslaved,

if not, I simply cease to exist.

[thedeadpoetsraven]

[mournfulroses]

Anne Sexton, from The Complete Poems of Anne Sexton; "The Interrogation of the Man of Many Hearts,"

[thoughtkick]

“If you can love someone with your whole heart, even one person, then there’s salvation in life. Even if you can’t get together with that person.”

— Haruki Murakami, 1Q84

[thedeadpoetsraven]

𝑊ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑑𝑜𝑒𝑠 𝑖𝑡 𝑚𝑒𝑎𝑛 𝑡𝑜 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙 ‘𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑎𝑛𝑒’? 𝐼𝑡 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑖𝑘𝑒𝑠 𝑚𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑚𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑠𝑖𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑦 𝑠𝑎𝑦, 𝐼 𝑒𝑥𝑖𝑠𝑡.

— Virginia Woolf

[mournfulroses]

Mahmoud Darwish, from a poem titled "The Hoopoe," featured in If I Were Another: Poems

[mournfulroses]

Mahmoud Darwish, from a poem titled "The Hoopoe," featured in If I Were Another: Poems

[thedeadpoetsraven]

𝑆𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒𝑠 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑐𝑙𝑖𝑚𝑏 𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑏𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘, 𝐼'𝑚 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑔𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑖𝑡, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑙𝑎𝑢𝑔ℎ 𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒 — 𝑟𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑚𝑏𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒𝑠 𝑦𝑜𝑢'𝑣𝑒 𝑓𝑒𝑙𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑦.

— Charles Bukowski