They say he never sleeps,
Eyes wide, a steady gaze,
Not from the buzz of late-night thoughts,
But from the quiet pace of days.
Yet something lingers in his stillness,
A shadow wrapped in light,
A flicker of a restless mind,
Too quiet in the night.
......
Day in day out, i still have thoughts of you,
Was it worth it? I ask myself,
Killed my social life, Been a slave for you,
I enjoyed every moment of it, but did you?
You left, tearing me into a million pieces,
With memories although, that left me longing for more.
Swore i’d never fall in love again,
But every time i looked at your picture
Thoughts of you made me fall over and over again
Thought i was over you a long time ago,
......
You're the moon of the night sky, waxing and waning,
Lost among the stars, hurt and aching;
Every fortnight you grow, to light up the night sky,
Every fortnight you die, to get lost in the dark so high;
You're not a perfection, blemishes all over,
Sometimes loved sometimes ignored, by the drunk and the sober;
Scared of your own scars, you hide in the day,
Conscious of what zillion eyes might say;
But don't you ever forget, who you are,
A unique moon, among a zillion stars;
......
Beneath the shadows of death and fear,
we breathe, with hopes for another day.
Fearful might be the thought of death,
but reminds me, to keep all perils at bay.
Every beginning has an end, also the pandemics
Every being on this earth, someday has to perish.
Strange fear in the air, thoughts in mind,
my confidence, at times it will blemish.
I don't worry for the earth
when I throw things to the dirt
I think she'll be just fine
I mean, aren't I?
does she think about my worth
when I'm falling, when I'm hurt
after a life of getting it right
why fight?
I won't fear for all the world
I'm just a man, I'm just a girl
......
Voorbij het kerkpad
waar de stenen vochtig blijven
en voetstappen niet langer worden gehoord,
ligt het land stil in zichzelf.
Een merel wiekt op uit het struikgewas,
zonder haast,
alsof de tijd hier geen richting kent.
De toren,
......
Ze komen
ongevraagd,
als druppels op een raam
of windvlagen door een open deur.
Soms helder
als ochtendlicht
dat alles zichtbaar maakt
zonder oordeel.
......
No one can actually hear the whispers
that echo through the room.
They would understand only if they listened to the reverie you share with the moon.
-Aditi Hayaran (Larkspur)
When stuck in the storm of thoughts,
Take a pen and write it down
Just anything that can express the pain
Even if it can't heal you completely,
It may reduce the storm to a rain.
When you feel hurt or broken,
Don't keep it unspoken.
-Aditi Hayaran (Larkspur)
Gedanken wie Nebel über stillen Feldern,
Fragen ohne Ende wachsen in der Nacht.
Was ist Wahrheit,
wer webt die Grenzen zwischen Traum und Erwachen?
Die Zeit gleitet wie Wasser durch offene Hände,
und Bedeutung flüstert am Rand der Stille.
Jeder Schritt ein Echo von tausend Entscheidungen,
jede Antwort nur ein neuer Anfang.