Hello Stranger...

-

 




Dear Stranger, 

I have zero idea for your whereabouts,I guess we haven't met yet or maybe we had. 

I don't know where you live, what your dearest season is and whether you adore the ocean as much as I do or not. 

But i do know that you are just like me, full of emotions and conflicting thoughts.

You are an ocean of memories, though both sour and sweet.And I guess sometimes you do feel lost even at your own address just like I do.

You must be wandering that how I can be so positive about these stuffs, but trust me, I go through the same.And eventually I am also a stranger to you.So I do know how it feels. 

And this one is for you✨. 

Stop pretending to be okay when you are not. 

That fake smile of yours will make the wound deeper and there will be more pain. It's completely okay to be sad because in the end you are a human too and showing up true emotions don't make you feeble. 

Just flow with them they are the purest ones. 


Stop being a prisoner of your dead past. It's already gone and your overthinking can't bring any changes to it. 

And don't try so hard to look into your future. It lies in uncertainty.Be hopeful for what it has stored for you. 

Be in the present, it's precious just like you, live in every moment to create memories. 

 

Stop dwelling on things.Don't hold things too tightly, you may end up loosing them. 

Just learn to let things go which make you feel bad.It's okay to be a little insecure but don't get dragged by it. There's a lot more to come. 


Learn to love yourself,it really takes a lot to embrace your flaws. 

I know there must be some cracks,but it's your responsibility to fill them with self love, Just like the art of Kintsugi.

You are vibrant just like the rainbow, And you have nothing to do with those who can't see it. 

Remember,you can't be everyone's cup of coffee.But you can be a person who feels like home,Have a warmth in your words that can comfort even a stranger like me and look back to see how much you have grown.

Just keep believing  yourself

 I hope we will meet someday , maybe on a busy street and maybe for few seconds. And I am rooting for it🌱. 




With love💕

Abhilipsa


Comments

  1. LIJA DASJanuary 21, 2021 at 6:21 AM

    ❤️❤️❤️

    ReplyDelete
  2. UnknownJanuary 21, 2021 at 6:24 AM

    Wow..keep it up dear❤️❤️😘😘

    ReplyDelete
  3. Roshni January 21, 2021 at 6:25 AM

    Wow... 🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

    ReplyDelete
  4. Lipsa DasJanuary 21, 2021 at 6:25 AM

    Its amazing AD.... i will be always there to encourage u... to support u till my last breath...
    God bless u

    ReplyDelete
  5. UnknownJanuary 21, 2021 at 6:30 AM

    Nice one.. 👌👌👌

    ReplyDelete
  6. JYOTIRADITYA NAYAKJanuary 21, 2021 at 7:52 AM

    You are a perfect designer of the ornaments of words...
    The poems you write seem to be the writings of a great writer....so keep it up...
    Yours Faithfully
    ADITYA

    ReplyDelete
  7. UnknownJanuary 21, 2021 at 8:45 AM

    Bodia haichi 🙂👍🏼

    ReplyDelete
  8. Pratap ku DasJanuary 21, 2021 at 9:31 AM

    You got a special talent that you can give strength to the hope less and motivate them for their future journey. Thank you for this great work. keep writing 👍

    ReplyDelete
  9. Swati parhiJanuary 21, 2021 at 9:50 AM

    Overpowered🔥🔥🔥🔥

    ReplyDelete
  10. UnknownJanuary 21, 2021 at 10:00 AM

    Aye haye, mast chhe❤️

    ReplyDelete
  11. UnknownJanuary 21, 2021 at 7:08 PM

    🖤🖤🖤

    ReplyDelete

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

A Poem on Love

-
Image
Out of all the things I am afraid of The one thing that terrifies me the most is the idea of me not writing a poem on love So, how do you write a poem on love? From which dictionary do you find the exact words to express the feeling of being in love? How many lines would be enough to sum up the mystical feeling that runs the humankind? How many synonyms shall I use for love which itself shows up in numerous ways? Shall I only write about the glories & grand gestures of love? Or shall I write about the dark pit where lovers fall into when the love itself slips away? How will I ever write about love when half of the population is either infatuated, lustful or just looking for something casual? How will I ever write about love when the dating apps are swarming in the number? How will I ever find that kind of love on which thousands of poetries are already written? Where will I ever find the perfect love story on which bollywood movies are being made? Will I ever ...
Read more

Truly Yours

-
Image
  The days after you were gone I woke up with a void in my chest, I walked with an emptiness in my soul, And the butterflies in my stomach had died a painful death, A shattered puzzle with missing pieces,I guess. The brighter the sun started to shine,the heavier the void became. As if a ball of unknown mass had been kept hidden in the void and it kept pulling me down, I didn’t fight rather I let the invisible tentacles of the unknown mass grow on my skin and blood, while all I can feel was the void enlarging itself and finally enveloping me in its dark embrace.   The months after you were gone I visited your gravestone …. I walked through the streets alone, attempting to trace back our long faded steps on the dust of time The journey was no less tougher than climbing one of those gigantic mountains, I bet. I noticed the tiny creepers and ants who had found home at your place, And I am so jealous of it… When the soft beams of the sun touched your...
Read more

Me and The monster

-
Image
  I used to ask people, If they’ve seen any monster. To my utter delight, I always got varieties of answers. Some said,It hides under my bed, As the colour of the sky changes from blue to black, It gets stronger and stronger. Some said,it follows me in the darkness, When I switch off the light in my room, It extends its muscular hands to choke me down. Some said, It’s swinging in the huge banyan tree at the backyard of my house, With the arrival of winter evenings, It gets thirstier for fresh scarlett blood. Some even said, It haunts kids,who don’t like to eat vegetables, and skip their lunch. Some said, His eyes are red like burning ember, and nails are sharper than a samurai’s sword But no one told me about the monster I always encounter. Yes,I have seen it. Not just once,but twice maybe thrice ,maybe more, Neither under my bed nor in the darkness that always follows, It’s inside me, roaring, screaming and calm at the same time. I’ve see...
Read more