The stories we hear. The mixed feelings we have. Our day to day thoughts. The people that grace our lives. The smiles from rays of sunshine or droplets of rain. These and many more: Are all relative. If not to ourselves, surely to others. Yet we miss it, or choose to forget. But if anything: it starts with words(whether out loud or in thoughts) that form mere sentences.
When strangers became lovers. And fathers became mothers. And your smile became my heart. And i became a part of you.
And then tears became a cleansing of Beautiful.
When letters came empty and tears drew droughts.
When talking turned into yelling and Husbands beat mothers.
When my silence turned into your promises.
When backpacks became heavy and you became a distance; When bags became heavy and you became a journey.
When sisters became just neighbors and boys became sensitive.
He followed her to Dubai, as she honeymooned in Sweden.
My mother broke my trust as he broke my dignity. My mother broke my heart after he broke my ribs. My mother silenced me as he lied to her.
She became me as I longed to be her.
Listen- I can no longer hold you.
In the still of the night- her voice brings death to me.
The day breathing became simple was the day flying became suffocating.
Will you remember me, as their giggling at you?
You forced her till she bled. Your pride gave you a broken heart. She smelt roses off your lips. Her cry moved mountains. And just the simple gentle touch of her neck, sent static trickles down your back.
She was cold, your words kept her warm.
When they didn't have phones and walking didn't seem so far.
When eating became a crime, and toilets bore love stories.
As he saw Faith and Desire on the swing of her hips.
>>>>>These thoughts may have nothing to do with each other. But in a way they're all relative to me. A quiet night in bed, tossing and turning to fall asleep before a long day's work, yet- all that happened was one random thought after the other circling in my head- so what do you do? But record these precious moments- for one day you may look back n be astonished.
