Ambivalence

You’re not in love with her 

If yelling at her in an argument doesn’t make your throat burn like you just downed six shots, you’re not in love with her.

If her eyes can’t make you stop in your tracks and think about what you are about to say next, you’re not in love with her.

If her laugh doesn’t make you tense up your knuckles thinking about never hearing it again, you’re not in love with her.

If it only hurts her when she cries, you’re not in love with her.

If her voice cant calm your worst anxiety attacks and make you want to listen to anything she has to say, you’re not in love with her.

If her smile doesn’t make your chest quake and your lungs shrink but feel refreshed all in one motion, you’re not in love with her. 

If her taking her clothes off is when you pay the most attention to her, you’re not in love with her at all. 

Best wishes,

Maahi PM

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Daily Prompt: Uneven

via Daily Prompt: Uneven

Uneven we remain

Uneven we remain
No harmony entangles us in union
No laughter chirps on our lips
Our visions divided, separate

Uneven we remain
Melancholy engulfed in our hearts
One a seeker, one a distancer

Uneven, not balanced.
You and I live.
Uneven, not certain.
You and I exist.

Uneven we remain
Brought to me by you was the word ‘love’,
Brought to you by me was ‘love is not enough’,
Your words I trusted
Deceit I received

Uneven we remain
You approached me with ‘respect’,
Degraded you left me
Directions uneven
Cultures uneven
Love uneven

Uneven we remain
Uneven we remain

 

Best Wishes,

Maahi PM

A Day…..

A day without her – Fun

A week without her – Tiring

A month without her – Sad

A year without her – Lonely

A life without her – Curse

 

Best Wishes,

Maahi PM

 

Daily Prompt: Gone

Via Daily Prompt: Gone

A few short stories in relation to today’s daily prompt. Somewhere hidden within the text is a sense of something being gone or lost. I find that the word gone itself is very empty with little to offer in terms of emotion.

The Wi-Fi was fine and good 
It was I who had no connections left

“You really mean the world to be my darling!”
This was the birthday text that was sent.
Blue ticks. It’s been read. No reply.
The heart sank. I understood, someone else has taken the place. 

Somewhere between yesterday’s shadow and 
Somewhere between tomorrow’s insecurities 
We end up ruining today’s happiness.

Sooner or later, 
We all come to realise that being a 
Child was the best thing ever.

“Can you live without him?” her friend asked.
“No, but I would rather let him fly than break his wings.”

They both cried endlessly.
One had to forget and move on, 
The other regretted letting go. 

Somewhere between parents expectations and society’s interference, dreams died. 

Take me back in time when people and emotions were real.
Take me to my childhood….

Somewhere between “I want to grow up” and 
“I want to be a child again”, Life happened.

 

Best Wishes,

Maahi PM

Ending

The pain does not stop
It remains as alive as the air in the lungs

A strong pounding, a slicing cut to the core
It does not cease with no horizon in sight
As the darkness deepens, so does this anguish
The words of criticism, disgust and contempt come at the speed of light 
Each word destroying all traces of hope and aspiration
No one listens, no one hears, no one sees and no one cares
It’s all coming to an end and a smile emerges
Soon there will be freedom
No worries to engulf the mind and no  people to call our own
Tears mock the sadness within and loneliness dances in joy
Time at a standstill, life lapses slowly
A soulless creature, a cheap being no longer needed
Dragged through the corridors of hell 
There is no scream there is no sorrow, but a numbness which fills a void
A nothing will soon arise 
Soon there will be silence
Soon there will be an ending

Live everyday, die just once

We have been gifted with one life. This life we must live everyday come rain or shine. How we choose to live it is our choice, because rain and shine will come no matter what. It is our perception, attitude, behaviour and actions which determines how much we have actually lived. We LIVE our one gifted life everyday according to choices. We do not live just once, we live everyday we choose to. We die just one time.

In another world

In another world I would be accepted
differences eradicated
flaws dissolved
equal status

In another world there would be no pain
tears disappear
torment ended
suffering aborted

In another world, running will come as second nature
wind blowing through my hair
heart beating hard
moving faster and faster

In another world I will be loved
affection, comfort, trust,
understanding, honesty, peace
adventure, fun and security

In another world I will have freedom
freedom of expression
freedom to live by choice
freedom from hatred

In another world I tears would never come
In another world I would not want to hide
In another world happiness would be the norm
In another world…….

As Long As You Remember

Remember the time when

things were sweet and new…

Hold them close to your heart

and they will never depart…

You will smile and realize… that

they are really not gone..…

For as long as you can remember…

your dream…..hopes.… and love

shared….. you are never alone…

When days pass too quickly…..

and the nights seem to fade your

days of love and hope are yours

and can’t be taken away…..

They are yours and mine to

Remember and hold… my dear…

©PurpleMystique 2012

Alone

~> Alone <~

 Cascade of cool water flowing over me;

nurture, enlighten and set me free.

I close my eyes and drift far away,

Surrounded by shadows of children at play.

 

A gentle breeze alights on my face;

the touch of the sun with its warm embrace.

No lines of thought allowed in my mind.

Just wisps of dreams, like a drink of fine wine.

 

Cascade of cool water surrounding me;

Like a sweet caress by a fallen tree.

No movement would I dare to make,

For surely the magic will dissipate!

 

Grey mist of time surrounds me yet,

Does my memory fail; surely we’ve met?

For when I wake and you’re not there,

It’s then… I feel this dark despair.

©PurpleMystique 2012