Speak Less, Mean More

The kind of legacy I would want to leave...

Imagine you're a writer, and there are people scribbling in the margins of your books, underlining their favorite passages, leaving makeshift bookmarks between the pages (subway tickets, library receipts, handwritten notes), reading excerpts out loud to their friends and lovers or to themselves just to feel the words on their tongue, memorizing quotes and then copying them in their notebooks, daydreaming about your characters and excitingly speculating about what's going to happen to them in the sequel, writing reviews in their school newspaper.

Find

Want to find, a heart in brine. As irregular as it goes, but finds symmetry in mine.

Want to find, a brain in pieces , a piece for love and a piece of wise, and takes on them in beautiful leases

Want to find , a hand in action, of kindness to the world yet wanting just a fraction.

7 billion people on this land of god, walking here and there, fully absorbed in ignorance and rush, and I wonder if I'll meet a soul ,for whom my soul is lobbed.. (21.11.19)

so far it's just a crush

i wore my favorite cocktail dress; it's

cinderella-blue. remember we were

wedding guests; you were tipsy when

i met you. i collected all my crazy, hid

my flaws from view. but i was caught

red-handed, burning all for you

Pen

I saw you dreaming,

wishing with your

hands held high,

reaching for the stars

as if their light

belonged to you,

and I loved you then.

Ahhhh perfect and pure fantasy of love ✨💜

jazz music is just so great and romantic like yes just spin me around and dance with me in the kitchen while sinatra croons on the shitty radio we own and just love me love me love me

Me too , me too.

i am an overly emotional unemotional clingy but distant private person who likes to overshare at any moment and i'm still trying to figure out how that works.

Days turn into weeks turn into months turn into years Time flies by in a blink of eye So many things we wanted So many thing we tried So many things we got So many tears dried. In our race against time We live, we loath , we cry Till the time comes, one day we realise In the wait of death, the end of our time, we rushed everything. We rushed life, and forgot to live and passed our precoius time by

-mauli ♡

The Sun again

Whenever I am deprived of hope,

blinded by the daylight run;

are the times I lost my way,

I throw my head back and look at the sun ,

which fills the glitter in my eyes again.

At times dark ,when I used to brood,

with the moon at the edge of the nightfall ;

and hope too far away to be found.

I think of the dawn that's sure to come , with my sun rising up to spread the light around...

(19.5.2020)

aw hell yeah !!

“Shoutout to myself because after everything I’ve been through, I still have a good heart”

— Unknown

In a world

as creepy as a graveyard,

one should seek solace

in the flowers rested upon the grave.

-mauli