An Orange Cloud

  I feel like I need to Know a lot about you.   You’re like a box of mysteries. Waiting to be opened by me.   The way you talk The way you walk The way you look The way you move Everything about you Makes me intrigued.   You hide a lot, You need to speak aloud, You need to have your voices heard, You need to fly, you little bird, If you want people to understand you. And if you want to be understood.   Every time I talk with you, I feel like I’m talk to a different person each time.   You keep changing and changing, You don’t want people to know you for real.   You think the world would leave you If they knew the real you.   But I promise I’m never gonna take a step away from you Because I would be too busy embracing you, the real you.   You’re like a mysterious fairy flying in the woods You’re the kind of mystery I’d love to explore.   All I need is the key And find...

I want to sing till I can’t breathe All because I want you to notice me.   Oh, I can’t sing, Yet I find all the lyrics To sing the right thing. Everything is rhyming.   I can’t sing, But I wish I did. So I can turn All awkward lines into songs.   I can’t sing, And you can. I’ll write all my love, And you’ll sing it out loud.   I can’t sing, Do you even know I love you? Do you ever think about me, While you’re singing in the crowd?   I can’t sing, To you I’m just a poet. But I’m a girl, Confessing though your songs.   To you.   I can’t sing, But I can learn, If it’s the only way You’ll listen.   I wrote many songs, Yet you choose the one, That stabs my heart In the right place,   A song about Loving Someone Else.   Do you know? Or do you not?   How much I love The way you are.   How is it that When you sing Your eyes Never...

  I just spent the last hour learning about Sisyphus, a myth, and  Albert Camus , a famous French philosopher. Camus said, “One must imagine Sisyphus happy.” So what is all this, who is Sisyphus, why must we imagine him happy, why did Camus say that? (And what am I yapping)   Trail Of Thoughts - 33 Sisyphus is a Greek mythology story. The shorter version is that he was an extremely overconfident and arrogant king, basically hubristic. He cheated on death twice and the Gods got mad at him and gave him a punishment. The punishment was for him to push a boulder, a giant rock, to the top of a steep hill and just when he would reach the top, the Gods would make the boulder slide down making Sisyphus start all over again. This was to last an eternity. For AN ETERNITY, this guy should push a giant rock up a hill just for it to fall again and again and again.   So why did Albert Camus say that one must imagine Sisyphus happy? Why must one imagine a never-ending pun...

Today  I  was thinking of you, like always, while  I was  falling asleep.  A few years from now, we will get married, have children, get them married and have grandchildren.  By that  time  we would be retired. I want to buy a house on the outskirts with some land and a two-story individual house for us. I will stop dyeing my hair black and peer pressure you into stopping  too . You would look so handsome with grey/silver hair. I would oil my hair every day so that when I washed it,  it’d  be silky, curly and bouncy. We would be competitive about who has better hair  and  obviously, you will win because  you’re   handsome always . Our kids and their kids would  come  visit us during festivals and spend a week. I hope our kids come  visit  us for every festival. I hope we raise them right and that they love us truly.  During summer, our grandchildren would be dropped off by their p...

  It’s exhausting.   Trail Of Thoughts- 32 Sto-rini- 21 You find metaphors in everything, everywhere. Every little action feels like a narration from a third view. Every thought is like a moment of truth that defines who I am.   Even little things like watching shorts for a few minutes before getting up in the morning, the deity narrates; “When waking up in the fresh cloudy morning, Rini would rather look at her 15cmx7.5cm brick of technology than get up and take a peek at the never ending beauty of nature. Is this how she wants to start the day or is she made that way? Let’s find out in the next scene.” And I, who just watched some brain-rot content to feel awaken, would stare into abyss and do a face palm.   Please tell me you all feel this way. I can think of many more.   I use my computer while studying for music. The music sometimes turns into music videos which I don’t hate. I love Blackpink, but then the deity starts, “Studying for...

 it's such a pretty word ahhhhh 22-10-22 Trail Of Thoughts- 31     People are like crystals   Often only a few are recognized and admired   But those stuck at the bottom,   Maybe prettier than those ever found,   Are crippling down below.   They need to be known   They need to be bestowed.   And most importantly know that they're loved once they're found.   Keep working hard,   Maybe one day when the world finds you   You'll be treasured   More than you were in your mind.       I wrote this back in 2022. After collecting a lot of dust, im bestowed upon this masterpiece. I remember writing this in a train probably going to a temple.   I love this. It’s definitely not about external validation; it’s mostly about getting the spotlight so you can show people what you really are.   Now let’s ask chatgpt, what it thinks of this poem...

  Trail Of Thoughts- 30 I want to go to the beach with you at 12 in the morning. I would take multiple pictures of you, candid mostly. The moonlight, the breeze, the waves, the ocean sounds; everything feels so beautiful, just like you.   When the moonlight falls on you, your skin glows and you become even more handsome.   Your silky straight hair, parted in the middle, messy in the breeze, glows and shines as the dim street light ignites the area.   I bring my camera, fully charged to capture you smiling and looking very handsome. The solitude, the stars above us and your galaxy like eyes, all of these fill my heart with love, love towards you. You’re a lovely human.   I want to do what humans do when they’re in love. I want to wear a long skirt and run in the beach with you. I want to find shells in the sand. We can have a competition on who would find the prettiest shell. I will obviously win because you’re the pretti...