The art of falling in love
is much simpler than the art of staying in love
It’s like writers and their words
the epiphany of a new thought
is exhilarating much like falling in love,
But putting it down on paper,
and then carefully crafting the story
takes times, takes patience, at times,
takes tears and frustration, but most of all takes love…
so fall in love,
Nurture it and write your own love story.
poetry copyright neha 2020/ free image from pexels
Hi Everyone,
I am finally back here! I missed all of you and reading your lovely blogs! Thank you so much for leaving your thoughts I will get back to all of you very soon. ❤ <3. I am happy to say that I am finally in the same place as my hubby now, so no more long distance 😀 ….And hence the cause of my absence from here…I can’t go wait to catch up on all that I have missed! Lots of love to all of you!!!!
I have the words memorized,
but I still trace them with my eyes,
to see how you looped your “L”,
on this paper that you once held,
And I feel I am holding a piece of you…
in these handwritten notes of our thoughts.
You follow me,
into the desolate shores of my mind,
holding my hands in silence,
you let me lean on you.
The faint hue of red splatters over the sky,
as the sun says its silent goodbye,
and keeps its promise to meet the night,
somewhere between the serene twilight,
and I catch this glimmer of hope,
in your eyes.
Travelling along meandering lanes,
Reminiscing with the old tunes on the radio,
you catch up with life.
The light in your eyes,
that makes my heart smile,
as it flies across the skies,
to you.
Forever Free
Forever Wild
Forever You
Forever Me
With eyes full of dreams,
and hearts full of love,
we stand in the mystic falls,
embraced by the stars and kissed by the moon,
we fall in the deep sea,
Forever free, forever wild, forever you, forever me.
‘How many ‘likes’ will I get on this post?’
I have caught myself thinking that a number of times since I have actively joined this blogging world. I would probably still be considered a newbie to some, being just a month shy here on wordpress; however, this new notion of validating my writing by the number of likes I get, has made me self reflect on this matter. I will not lie, it is a great motivator, but I think it is time for me to step back and see things for what they are.
There once was a time not too long ago, before social media or blogging when I used to write my thoughts down in a diary, getting immense joy from pouring them on that paper not viewed by anyone but me. There was a time when pictures were just shown to close friends and family, for the mere joy of sharing the memories with each other. It did not matter about the number of people who saw the pictures but the closeness we felt from it. I am not suggesting that one cannot feel close via a ‘facebook like’. I myself have connected with childhood friends and that ‘like’ from them means a lot. I digress, coming back to writing… I think for myself, it is a little different than sharing pictures.
Writing has always been an outlet for my thoughts. It helps me unwind after a long battle of emotions, helps me lose myself in music, helps me draw pictures with words that I cherish, helps me hold nature to my heart, and it is often my love songs. It has never been about how much someone else has liked or disliked my work. How then did a ‘like’ on one post and not the other begin to affect me like this?
Now, I would be dishonest if I said I do not appreciate being appreciated. I think most writers will tell you they get high when their readers resonate with their writing and show appreciation; however, it cannot come with a cost of validation of my work. If I were getting paid to do a marketing job, where I had to get consumers liking my post, it would have been different; that one extra ‘like’ would mean by bread and butter. But this, this right here is different, it is simply my thoughts and my muses, my nights and days of emotions on paper, it is the abstract ladders to my thoughts and my concrete heart on the computer screen, and though I will always appreciate and like that ‘like’, my work can never be validated by the number of ‘likes’ I receive.
Tender thoughts of our hearts,
floating between you and I,
in the wind,
closing our distance.
forgottenmeadows 