biwrites

  Might sound cliché? But ever since I saw you, I dreamt of meeting you. Is this love at first sight like? the same adrenaline rush that you have while you stare at your first crush? Because the more I began to know about you, the more I longed for, watching you unfold your shrouded colors, so close enough to listen you breath slowly whispering through my heart. On literal words, You are only the result of interference in Earth’s magnetosphere caused by solar wind. But for me, you are far beyond these mere words. You are the glittering spark in rays of my hopes and reflection of my dreams which taught me that one can still be beautiful with a lot of unsettled emotions in them to dazzle brightly through the darkest of times. You, shimmering through sky of pitch black darkness, but still decorated in a magical blend of colors, gives me the endless strength to overcome whatever life throws at. And also You, moving so peacefully amidst the cold, breezy, freezing polar air of Arct...

  If you call me your home, I believe, You   mean, a place where you feel you truly belong, somewhere,  you miss even before the time you leave.   Home is not about letting go, it's not about dismantling your foundation over some unattested decorations you need over time it's about creating timeless eternal memories inside the frontier of its broken walls, which shield and immensely love,  every versions and essence of your soul through its unparalleled pieces,  shredded on its own.   But, At the same time, home is not about restraining back it's not about holding you tight, suffocating your breath to not let you stumble through my grip when all you want is sprint , run and fly  as much as you can  to find a new home for yourself  without an ounce of grief and despair.   So, Someday, if you feel like alluding me your home, I hope you precisely mean it. Because a home, Isn’t it everything that ...

  A part of me  endlessly, seeks for reasons in everything it embraces. Its completely naive like an unsettled wave, deeply messed up in a bewildering depth. It remains inside me  with a feeling of impending doom, with a soul , that repines to be unfettered to bloom. For so long, I waited and waited for something to make it happy again, for someone to take away all its pain, magically, casting a spell over the emptiness it felt. In a hope, that one day , I could make it like the rest of me that believes in strength of resilience, strives for drawing out the best in me. That chooses to define the aura of felicity, in my secluded tranquility, to organize beautifully my version of cacophony going through my conscience. And, let my wings spread to  fly high above the zenith of cerulean skyline  also, to reach the depth of ocean and let my sorrows peacefully sink there  as I come back , fearlessly, this time, to face everything. That loves the silence in depth o...