Beautiful ruins... "Don't become a jaded person." A friend wrote to me this morning. The idea of being jaded doesn't appeal to us. We all want to be solitaires... Crystal clear, shining, letting the light through, making rainbows... Like we all started off as kids. Pure, untouched, trusting. Who wants to become a mossy green, cool to the touch stone, when you get to begin your life as a solitaire? "Can't help it." I wrote back to her. "Life is abrasive." I realise I am a jade now. And I am okay with it. Life has taken away the gloss of wonderment. The ability to trust. The intact heart. The shoulder to cry on. The solitaire sheen and shine is gone. I am opaque now. Dull. Mossy green, gathering even more moss. And I am okay with it. If life was a beautiful house, I have now lost huge chunks of it. There are holes in the wall. A window or two are missing. When it rains, the ceiling leaks and for days afterwards, the floors remain wrinkly, smelling of wet wood. It's an empty house now. Ruins, really. You left. She left. They left... Taking away pieces of it and leaving behind a deep set keening buried in its bones. It's music for the jade. It invites the wild. The unwanted. The dark... Kindred spirits and lost souls. A world lost to solitaires. The void of the missing parts still remain, but dark green creepers have spread out their curtains over the hollow depths. Sometimes, when the wind is strong, I can hear your voice floating in from a distance, stealing its way into my ruins, eluding the vines that so lovingly guard me. Then I hear you fade away in a trail of fireflies. There is beauty in my ruins. Beauty of a jaded life. Green. Dull. Cool to the touch. Ancient. And I am okay with it. ___________________________________ #august2018 #justlikethat #ramblings #ruins #jade #jadedlife #love #loss #beauty #music #prose #instaprose #monologue #wilderness
I loved your broken #poetry #poetsofinstagram #writersofinstagram #writers #writersofig #poetsofig #instapoetry #verses #indianwriters #love #poem #lovepoems #heart #you #foryou #loveis #youare #youareeverything #brokenheart #heartbreak #heartbroken #missyou #missingyou #foryou #you #loveofmylife
Some cake and some fun on the cards #august2018 #justlikethat #happybirthday #familytime #15august #funwithfamily #cake #cakedecorating #fancycake
Don't look at me. Just look at her. ☺️😍❤️ #august2018 #justlikethat #familytime #niece #niecesrock #love #HappyIndependenceDay
She's life... #poetry #poetsofinstagram #writersofinstagram #writers #writersofig #poetsofig #instapoetry #verses #indianwriters #love #poem #lovepoems #heart #you #foryou #loveis #youare #youareeverything #brokenheart #heartbreak #heartbroken #missyou #missingyou #foryou #you #loveofmylife
Well... Since no one took a "presentable" photo of me... I came to my own rescue. So here's my Sunday selfie. 😊🤳 #august2018 #justlikethat #enidblyton #happybirthday #friendsouting #funwithfriends #sundayselfie #itsjustme
Jo na piye woh kya jaane, peete hai kyon hum deewane... Rum day 🥃 #august2018 #justlikethat #rumday #sundayfunday #funwithfriends #funouting #neverfailme
Yesterday was all our favourite author, Enid Blyton's 121st birthday. Today, the Oxford Bookstore in Kolkata celebrated with an Enid Blyton themed all day breakfast at the Chai Bar that sits atop the Bookstore. #august2018 #justlikethat #enidblyton #happybirthday #friendsouting #funwithfriends
Because I needed a comma in my adrenaline fueled day. Because some days make your heart race and your lungs burn and your ears ring... And show no sign of slowing down. Adrenaline... Needed a distraction #august2018 #justlikethat #random #doodle #officeart #doodlesofinstagram #whosthatgirl #doesshestilllooklikeher
Of dark nights and longings... #poetry #poetsofinstagram #writersofinstagram #writers #writersofig #poetsofig #instapoetry #verses #indianwriters #love #poem #lovepoems #heart #you #foryou #loveis #youare #youareeverything #brokenheart #heartbreak #heartbroken #missyou #missingyou #forever #haunted #beauty #broken #simplertimes #us
There's a city that lives inside of us. Dappled in light and darkness... Full of stories. Some of them are memories now. Some unfolding as we breathe. Some waiting to begin. There's a city that lives inside of us. Skyscrapers of echoes from our past slowly edging into the voices of today... White noise. Dark noise. Unbearable noise. A strain of music here and there. There's a city that lives inside of us. Crumbling. Slowly turning into dust. Taking us down with it. A city. A story. Us. #august2018 #poem #instashorts #life #story #cityscape #insideout #thoughts #justlikethat #us

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