Loving me is autumn
Bright and loud and colourful
It will take you places you've never been
Messy, unapologetic
It will surround you,
Make you marvel at the wonder
Till it's no longer there
To love me is to know it will end.
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Loving me is autumn
Bright and loud and colourful
It will take you places you've never been
Messy, unapologetic
It will surround you,
Make you marvel at the wonder
Till it's no longer there
To love me is to know it will end.
Musings - 016
I meditate
With my eyes open
On a bench in a park
Where the only other sound
Is my nostalgia whispering
With that husky voice of hers
"Look back", she says
And I cannot help but comply
The dry leaves provide an excellent backdrop
To play the movie
The only name in the end credits is mine
Musings - 015
I mutter in my head a thousand times.
It will be alright.
It will be alright.
It will be alright.
Look, I already feel better.
It's almost as if I have forgotten everything.
On every plane I exist, there's a space for me.
I begin cleaning my room.
Everything in its place.
Anything that isn't,
Goes back into the closet.
It's not there
It's not there
It's not there
See it vanished.
The hollow eyes of the skulls in my closet nod in agreement.
Musings - 014
Sitting in a park littered with leaves
The benches are positioned sentries
As I sit and ponder
Where have the people gone.
Musings - 013
Too long have I caressed the screen
Your face mingling with the white light
Till all I can see is your eyes
The opaque black
They twinkle
The ground shakes beneath me
The floor grows soft with the lush carpet of red as I cross over to the kitchen
The smell of the spices is overpowering
It reminds me of everything within my grasp and yet so far
I turn up the flame to warm me up
I open the windows to remove that musty smell
"There is hope yet", the butterflies outside my balcony whisper to me
Musings - 012
"Ichou", she said.
"Bless you", was my immediate reply.
A blank stare followed.
"Ichou", she repeated again and gestured with her pen.
I looked and then tried to pluck a flower off the next tree.
"Ichou !" she pointed wildly, and then finally reached with her hand.
I saw, and bowed my head in reverence.
Who says gold doesn't grow on trees !!
Musings - 011
Grow on me like the dawn,
Chiming on the faraway horizon that
Darkness is on its way out
Drive away the cold that has seeped in
Through cracks I never knew I had
Warm me so I never use that coat again
As a barrier between our souls
I can almost feel the heat of your skin on mine
It's golden like the sun and makes me want to sing along with the birds
But I refrain, I don't want the day to start,
This moment to end,
So I burrow back to the empty warmth
of the makeshift home I call a bed,
I live
In the suspended moment that is yesterday
And hope today never arrives.
Musings - 010
Sometimes you feel so much
You couldn't possibly have space left over in your heart
Hear that drumming sound ?
That unmistakable pow-chika-wow-wow
It's now loudly resounding through every vein in my body
Well, you're probably the reason
My heart is a part time player on the acrobatics team
Musings - 009
In a land where even the roadside grass grows in neat rows,
I find myself longing for the chaos that is Navratri
A controlled universe in the making,
My lungs remember the hundreds of people breathing, moving as one
A multihued organism
As my feet instinctively lift in anticipation of the next dodhiyu,
I force myself to take a step back
The momiji above me ,
whisper and sigh and try to console me
For now, this red - green will have to be enough
Musings - 008
There are the rules of dervishes and the rule of conquerors.
And then there are rules for those who seek knowledge.
Tangled up in figuring out where these lines lie, I have managed to divide myself in pieces.
So many portions that even I cannot make sense of what belongs where.
So I take the role of the questioner.
And somehow figure out a way to make a cohesive whole out of these parts.
It has become increasingly clear to me that the path that I choose must be my own.
The ones that already exist, have been walked upon so many times that the direction no longer makes sense to me.
There are ways that tell me to live every moment so that I control everything. And there are ways that tell me to let life take its course.
And while I might understand and respect and even like both, I can only choose one.
And in between those extremes lies my truth.
Musings - 007
Help offered
With a caveat
Is just another
Deal in disguise
Musings - 006
I wake up to a darkness
That does not threaten
Nor swallow me whole
I reach out
Feel my mother's skin
Hold her hands
Her wrist just like mine
And feel the peace settle in
I lie awake
In that moment
My eyes see the sunrise
With wonder
Without the weight of last night
Nor laced with fear
I ponder the existence
Of something so beautiful and
Forget the ugliness of reality
After eons of drowning
I resurface and
The air in my lungs
Does not burn me
Musings - 005
I go back
Search for words
Scroll through conversations
WhatsApp, Facebook, Skype, Instagram
Looking for scraps
Pieces that were us
An attempt to see
A different light
But words don't lie
Everytime I see a bit of you I don't like
My brain rejoices
My heart mourns
Musings - 004
What are we,
If not a summation of our barriers ?
What we do not accept
Defines us more than what we do.
If we think about it,
Aren't the limits we choose
What make us ?
Musings - 003
My happiness is a soap bubble
I want to keep blowing more
I touch each one
To convince myself it exists
And laugh as it disappears with a pop
Musings - 002
A time will come
I will not hide
Behind metaphors
Unashamed
I will
Burn down
Scars and barriers
Today is not that day..
I look for ways to talk to you.
Sending out words into space is the only way I know how.