rooh&ni

Introspective

[roohshm]

If it’s just you and your cup of runners for the blood, how would you salvage your sanity?

Or is that cup a requiem for your waning days?

[roohshm]

It’s just me and my uncontrollable urge to make love to the references of nature. Gosh, have I overused you as well.

[queenmoriarty]

me, whenever i walk past a reflecting object and look at myself in it:

what am i

[roohshm]

An average human spends 229, 961 hours sleeping in their life. That’s one third of their life.

That’s too much time spent away from looking at you.

[roohshm]

Two cups of tea would send you stirring about the day, be it your laces crumpling at the collar or the colour of your blush. Either way, your energy enthrals the purpose of my existence.

You’re the reason for light.

[roohshm]

The breeze is a funny phenomenon. One minute you fantasise about peace with it as you stroll through a park, the next minute it blows your hair into your face, making you curse and grunt.

[roohshm]

[roohshm]

[roohshm]

What stops you from cutting your grief open— the gore and shred of every word delivered to the wrong recipient, or the conundrum of heaving with every confession?

[roohshm]

I had nothing to show but a gaping maw that I could replace with a little sunshine. I found myself stroking the dead roots as it rained. Not as ideal as one would think.

[roohshm]

Would you consider, a mere thought it is, to push yourself through the black pit if it promised a better hold of yourself?

Doesn’t settle well, does it?

[roohshm]

There’s too many paths carved out to find the right one home.

[roohshm]

[roohshm]

You’re the strength I look for when I have to speak for myself. It sounds a bit terrifying, to not have my ground. I’m the missing leg of my favourite barstool, that’s wandered off looking for an armchair. You see, I’m silly on most of the days. But you hold me and I stop heaving. I breathe the freshest of air, moistening my parched lips from exhaustion. I melt and become one with nature when you look into my eyes.

I’m silly and foolishly yours.

[roohshm]

Tell me why can’t I love myself the way I love you.

[roohshm]

I speak in tears on days my mother tongue refuses to hold my guard.

[roohshm]

Would you keep your arm around my waist, just so I don’t lose myself too deep in your love?