Clouds

▶ For the clouds were always so evident. And so clear. I could Always see a silver line on the edge but you couldn’t.

For those obscure reasons, I would never come to know. You tried to explain, but I am not of a complex understanding. It went over my head. 
That silver lining was so so evident to me. From where I stood, it shone under the stars and it was glinting it’s lustre under the light. 

Because the silver lining rested upon the edge of the cloud, where the cloud could see it perfectly with a naked eye. But never once, did the lining acknowledge it’s beauty. The cloud would tell her stories of her beauty only to be returned with an unbelieving gaze. 

For I was the cloud, and you, the silver lining ◀

20 Seconds of Insane Courage.

Y’know the insane 20 seconds of courage. I had that, only for a little while longer. 

I listened blindly to the impulses, that begged me to do something stupid. And in tgat spur of a moment with the adrenaline rushing through my entire proof of existence, and that insane courage inside my mind, I did it. I did something stupid.

And what scared me shitless was tgat it could make me. Or it could completely shatter me. And I didn’t know which one was it.

But for what was worth, I did it.

I kissed him.

Overrated. Underrated.

“Love me.”

It’s hard when you’re young. Youth is hard. Fucked up. Faded. Overrated. Everything is hard and hard is overrated. Because today nothing is facile. 

And so, easy is underrated

They can’t hold you back. It’s a simple fact. You make time for the ones tgat count. This is your life. And no ine has the right to tell you that it’s easy when they don’t know hiw hard it is.

Every sentence has a story hidden behind. Every blank facade has tonnes of emotions behind. 

“You’re wearing your own shoes. 
You’re walking miles in it. You are. Not someone else.”

Remember that, will ya’?

Trying to Write Around a Song. (Italics are Lyrics)

“Go away.”

With you, I’m Alive,” he said, “It’s like all the missing pieces of my heart finally collide.” A warm feeling exploded inside her, reaching up her eyes. Though, her voice was firm, “This is rediculous!”

His eyes closed, taking a last fleeting look into hers,

Without you, I feel broke. Like I’m half of a whole.”

She scoffed, “Then glue up Boy.”

“But, Without you I’ve got no hand to hold,” he said, enclosing her palms into the grace of his warm ones. Her arm slipped out his embrace, rather harshly, leaving a depleting warm feeling inside both of them. “Find another hand.”

Shaking his head vigorously, he said,

Without you I feel torn, like a sail in a Strom!”

She grunted, and exhaled a large breath, “Then stitch up,” she hissed. Firmly resting her hands on his chest and pushed him back. With a heavy heart, the boy stumbled back and sighed. She was a rock strong girl, and he knew it.

He sighed again, in a kitty soft tone he spoke, “You gotta Listen to me Love…I did and do not love you to get a broken heart.”

Letting his feet walk baby steps, the boy approached her, and she stood still, much to her dismay. It was a chance she lost when she could’ve run away. “You gotta understand that, With you, I Fall—”

“I’ve never thought you were capable to sound so gay!” She exclaimed, small smile playing her face. The boy scoffed, a mischevious glint soaring up to his deep blue eyes, “Like I care. Have you ever seen yourself in a mirror? If some great person hadn’t come up with the concept of a tomboy, you’d be bisexual!”

“Pft, would not!” She defended, “I hate you. Go away.” He sighed, “No, listen to me. With you, I fall—”

“You still sound gay.”

Rolling his eyes, he continued, “—It’s like I’m leaving all my past In silhouettes up on the wall.”

She sighed, “Please understand,” she pleaded. “I’m a Mess! You can’t—”

“But, You’re My Beautiful Mess!”

The uncertinaty defined her eyes right then. He was getting annoyed. And she was getting scared. His words were always soothing to her and she would melt at them. It was a daily dose. Fluid was welling up in the grey pools of hers while she tried holding them in the bay.

“With you, 

its like we’re standing hand in hand with all our fears upon the edge.”

 Looking her in the eye he fessed, “You know all the things I would never dare tell a soul, Love. I don’t believe you’re giving up so easy.”

Her hand flew to her mouth, keeping the sobs from getting audible much.

“You’re the perfect Melody. The only Harmony.” He chuckled, “I would never admit this to a soul, but You’re the favorite Part of Me, Standing next to me—As sappy as it sounds, I feel complete.”

“And then there’s you. Giving up on us.” He shook his head disappointed. “You make me feel like a Sad Song.”

—Sudipti Saha

5 Songs From My Playlist that will Completely Motivate You. 

1)Like a Champion — Selena Gomez.

2) Scars to your Beautiful – Alessia Cara.

3) Sit still, look pretty – Daya.

4) Fucking perfect – P!nk.

5) Love Myself – Hailey Steinfeld.

Sometimes, motivation is all you need. Feelling defeated? Listen to Like a champion. Feeling insecure? Scars to your beautiful. Feeling lazy? Sit still, look pretty. Feeling imperfect? Fucking perfect. Loathing yourself over something? Love myself.

And She…

And she was what mesmerized me.
I steal glances at her every now and then.

I would catch her do the same.

It flattered me to say the least. 

But there was so much more than just that.
For she was who was never one to be.

Or to be completely honest and,

Clear for the sake of us.

She lied every time someone confronted her about the fact that she kept glancing at a particular locker,
She hid her face behind a curtain of hair.

For the moment where our eyes met,
I wouldn’t tear away.

Maybe I should’ve.
Sudipti_saha

5 Sentences You can Relate to :

1) “I was a little broken before you came along.

Now, I’m irrparable.”

2) “You’re so Deep and I am so shallow. Ia can’t believe we managed to stick together.”

3) “For every lie you told and for every lie that I believed, I blame myself.”

4) “Your smile lit up my whole world. Until you stopped visiting my life.”

5) “I tried so hard to satisfy you. I compromised. Was it not enough?”


Tell me while ones can you relate to!
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