ooowleye

Sharing my perspective on the things I feel when I am in the moment.

[owweye]

I keep remembering — I keep remembering. My heart has no pity on me. -Henri Barbusse . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . #writers_den_ #writingcommunity #writerscommunity #writings #writinglife #writersofinstagrampoetry #writersofig #writerslife #poemsaboutlife #poetriesoflove #poetsofinstagram #poems #poetrycommunity #poets #poetries #darkacademiaaesthetic #literaturequotes #darkacademiavibes #quotestagram #quotes #love #lovepoetry #lovepoemsofinstagram #loveforlove https://www.instagram.com/p/CL8ycIHFK6y/?utm_medium=tumblr

[owweye]

//As a child I believed that this place we're living in is magical. That love is magical. That when magic happens your heart shines, so much that you can feel the brightness forming endearing shapes on every inch of your skin. But in a world where I live in, it refuses to acknowledge it's presence. And at times you might feel that a magical thing like love is not here for you. That it isn't meant for you. It isn't because you hope for a fairytale kind of love in a world where fast and temporary relationships are in demand. Where people find you an oddball because tags like..'relationship', 'dating', 'boyfriend', 'move on' and stuff doesn't make sense to you. And people may mock you for being corny or an old-school but you don't give up on that I'll-write-you-a-letter-you'll-write-me-a-letter.. Kind of love. For you it has always been like reading poetries under a tree to your lover while he'd gently put the prettiest flowers in your hair, caressing you. You're a planet away from 'modern day dating'. You're someone who'd sleep early cz you don't wanna miss that awesome sunrise with your lover at that secret spot. And the moment you've been eagerly waiting for is here... The magic in that moment is so mesmerizing and powerful, you don't want it to end. A comet would crash in the Satan's den as the two hearts collided as if every cell in their body have merged into one fine braid. How could the Satan miss this beautiful union! It forced the deadliest Satan to admire this utterly precious moment for he has never witnessed something so raw and fascinating. So yea...for me magic always existed. For me magic is seeking my lover's face on a blaringly sunny day flinging all the bitterness and making my heart smile. Magic is you getting me flowers on a random day and me listening to you about a quote you heard for hours. Magic happens when your hand is in mine. Magic...my love happens when everything is said and understood by just looking into each other's eyes. Magic happens when I take your name for I find a comforting solace in you. Darling in 'you' I find all the magic. This is where magic happens. . . . . . . . . . . . . . #writerscommunity #writersofinstagram https://www.instagram.com/mirror__perspective/p/COS6lbPlwzf/?utm_medium=tumblr

[owweye]

// To love or to not love. To lose myself in love or to make a list of why I shouldn't. To drown myself in love or backspace 'i like you'. To think of a world where expressing our affection is considered 'cheesy', 'cringey', 'needy' and what not but being boorish or ignorant is pleasantly welcomed in the 'cool culture'. The thing is we don't want to say something brave like...'I love you' or 'I miss you' if we're not hearing the same and then feel stupid about ourselves. Regretting. Fear of not hearing the same or fear of feeling unwanted.These fears attached to expressing what we really feel for each other is creating unnecessary mountains between our relationships. But aren't we all alone in our little cucoons denying to come out and be courageous enough to say something like...'you make me happy'?. We all want to hear something like that, someone to hold us gently, someone to love us. We are not as complicated as we seem, we only want to be loved and heard. It's that simple! Let's not curse ourselves for feeling a certain way for someone else and then realising how we made an absolute fool of ourselves for we couldn't hear the same and trust me I'm well aware of how shitty that feels! I read somewhere that, Love has a right to be spoken. And you have a right to know that somebody loves you. That somebody has loved you, could love you. We all need to know that. Maybe it's what we need the most. It just says all. Remember that cowards can't love, to love someone takes courage. It's like giving a knife to that person and trusting they won't stab you. . . . . . . . . #writersofinstagram #writer #writing #writingcommunity #writersofindia #writersofig https://www.instagram.com/p/CSrt8m0pVbE/?utm_medium=tumblr

[owweye]

I wrote you a letter. I might never send it. To burn with desire but conceal them dried lips is a melancholy I sprinkle on my silly bruised heart. Because if I can love you without being loved then that love has to be stronger and more real than any love. This love survives on its own, without you being in it. My burning passion for you sometimes overwhelms me so much to the extent of burning, shredding my heart apart. Don't you understand my longing for you is killing me? Don't you understand that every cell of my dying body loves every inch of you? Can you not see it in my eyes, the ones that are always sealed at your view? As if I was meant to love you. How do I unlove you now that I've seen you? All my poems have one thing in common, longing and longing. The words in my poems echo your name, find no way out, and die inside giving birth to new voices. My poems are so fond of you. All these letters that blend into words then into my stumbling verses finally bloom into your name which becomes poetry, a solace to my heart. A cure to my burning heart. A candy to a sobbing child. They sing a lullaby to me each night with your name dropping in my ears as tho a pill for a disease. It makes me nauseous. Makes me wonder if they're singing it while wishing me a good death. I hear your name and die before death... I'm the reason for this death. I invent them, they kill me....the poetries they kill me. I don't escape this death, I gladly abide it. The subject is you, I die from this subject. I'm caged by the whispers of my poetries...they hush my voice and plant a thought; to die from loving a beautiful heart of yours is a merry fortune I shower on myself. I gracefully confront this death. Slowly and steadily I perish in those dreams yearning for you. Still waiting as a dead devasted someone with love in her veins. But wasn't loving someone was a new birth as well as the death of the old self? Love was never soft, it's the most savage monster. As for my poems, they are still alive, still longing for you, singing lullabies with 'you' as the subject on my dead body. But this time wishing they were dead too. . . . . . #writersofinstagram #writingcommunity https://www.instagram.com/p/CXWM7h7pylt/?utm_medium=tumblr

[owweye]

Take me away

Take me oh love, take me with you.

Take me wherever you go.

For my soul doesn't wishes to be with itself anymore, it only yearns for your company.

[owweye]

When I found you....

Love is powerful indeed. It has the capability to melt away the hardest rocks. Look at me.... I've always loved that I've been really stubborn with how I'm. I'd never change myself I said until my heart got lost in knowing you. I've become you. I'm loving myself more now then before. Is it not strange...? ''I have for the first time found what I can truly love. I've found you''- Charlotte Bronte.

[owweye]

The Greatest feeling

To be understood is the greatest feeling and to understand someone is a magic spell not known by many.

[owweye]

Midnight thoughts...

Somedays I think everyone were a blur until I met you and then somedays I wish you did me a favor of fading away in that blur. You have never failed to remind me why I shouldn't love.

[owweye]

Lost

I lost myself in the want of him.

I knew it was happening but I couldn't control anything, I felt powerless.

Love...it's love, it flushes the sanity like it never existed.

And hope is a silly thing, good where it's needed but dangerous where it's not. Look at me still in the circle of hope that one day the sky will be of our colour, there will be aroma of our love and everything will be just pure and beautiful.

But I know it's my hope the hope that's pricking my heart. I'll never accept that you'll never be mine.

It's difficult to believe something so unreal. So I am just wrapped by my hopes, unrealistic dreams and hurt myself.

Love is a never ending loop, it traps you like you'll never find a way out. And whenever I feel like I am close to the exit, I step back for I fear I'll never find something so beautiful like this loop.

I curse the loop, try to get away and miss the moment I am away from it. Doesn't matter what love's doing to me, I'll go hug it again and loose myself. As I said it's a never ending loop.

[owweye]

The Damage

Only if I had kept my heart someplace safe every time I saw you, the damage would have been less...

[owweye]

Love is that uninvited guest, the guest that overstays and by the time you realise it, it has already locked itself in your heart.

[owweye]

Forever....

Forever is a small word

My love for you is beyond that.

[owweye]

Before Sunrise

[owweye]

Strange Love

You know how I always like showing the poems I write and definitely never better than you.

You have a unique way of demonstrating how you feel by making your words dance, making them all flawless.

The simplest words in your poem looks like it has been just excavated and by you.

So where was I... yes! the poem.

But there's this poem in my heart, it's alive and too shy to even confront 'me'.

I can never write it, and if fortunately one day the poem decides to crawl up, I am not certain if I'll ever tell you to read it .

After that poem, it's me who is shy to let it out or let you read it.

You see I have always been stubborn about things working out according to me and when it doesn't....I blame myself for failing myself.

And it all becomes annoying, messy and complicated. It's the same when I think about you.

I have always restricted myself when I am writing so for once I want to let go of my thoughts.

And just feel the sand that has been tightly closed in my palms since the day I met you and decided I'll forever have it's hold.

But now I am gonna let it slowly loose and forget about all the rules.

Let me love you, doesn't matter how it is.

I don't love you because you feel like home, I love you because you are so foreign to me yet so deeply drowned in my heart.

It all feels nostalgic. Like maybe I knew you in a different life and even there I was clueless about you.

You were foreign to me then and even now and me..? I'll be forever engaged in solving this intangible puzzle.

Maybe I'll never succeed in making sense of you.

And it's so strange, I don't know you yet I love you like I have known you all my life.

My heart could predict all this but maybe one thing it never knew that I'll be walking the street alone, the one way street.

There's no turning back, it's either I'll forever walk alone or I'll never.

And I obviously undoubtedly choose the latter one for doesn't matter how it is I'll forever walk and love and walk and love you.

[owweye]

For Once

So just for once I want to feel loved by the person I am madly in love with.

For once I want to see, how does it feel to receive something so beautiful like love.

For I am tired of walking alone, I want you.

[owweye]

In a Parallel Universe

Hey for once just imagine everything's good.

Lost in an alluring and isolated city sitting on some sort of bridge sitting....'No' your head on my thighs.

My legs are a little cold because I am wearing a white lacy dress. This breeze doesn't stop but it feels good, it's gently kissing our lover looking faces.

Those messy feathers on your head swing in this cold breeze tickling my legs and turning up the corners of my lips.

It all feels like a dream.

The blue under this bridge singing in their best voice because they are celebrating love.

It's not a dream but an imagination, but hey let's not come out of this.

It's better than the reality, it's better than the dream because I am awake and it feels so real.

[owweye]

Bleeding Heart

My heart's bleeding love for you.

It feels like I'll soon run out of blood.

And sadly I am certain that you won't save it from dripping and this will be the end of me....but not of my love, it'll love you for eternities.

For my heart doesn't know how to end things or to stop something so inevitable like love.