Silence knocks on my window everytime it snows; I have an ache every time I hear your name. This time, spring came with the bittersweet memories, my kitchen smells like your favourite street food and the aroma runs through my veins, urging me to run away .

We are oceans apart yet its heavy on my heart. This sweet scent is telling me
to run
find the way

//They say time will heal the heart
but it hurts everywhere//

Like the apocalypse your memory is playing in my head, vivid imaginations peep into my soul. Convictions constantly trying to reason with the cause. Metaphors climb, chisel and breaking my vision, as I curl into my fears.

By Kajal

Hello there, Kajal here! I started blogging in September, 2018. It was purely random as I needed a space to pour my heart and thoughts out. This place is like my safe heaven where I let my fingers and feelings run free to curate poems and to rant about things that are bothering my thoughts. My journey here has been bittersweet and wonderful at the same time. But because of all the love I receive here, I keep coming back to read and to write.You all have been great support and advicers to me and I'm really grateful. Your feedback, emails and comments keep the mermaid inside me going :)

50 replies on “Apocalypse”

Forlorn love and scattered memories leave a painful trail from far off places directly back to the heart! Perhaps a saddened heart can be healed with time, but I know that to fill the heart with as much of the good that abounds around us is a sure way to start that process! Nicely said Kajal, and gives one reason to pause, to clearly peer into our own hearts to see what may add happiness that’s needed and so vital to all human hearts. β™₯️🌻

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.Hi Kajal! Same here and you be very careful you must take care of yourself as I’ve learned nobody can be worried enough or will to guard our own personal well-being better than ourselves! I hope you are getting some good relaxing time to recharge and be ready for what’s ahead! Keep in touch if you like anytime, WP or email those are my two modalities of communication outside of occasional telephone conversations, long ones usually with a couple of my sisters, they say I talk too much when we do they can’t do like I do, nonstop! πŸ’žπŸ€— ❀️ πŸ™ πŸ™ πŸ˜‡ πŸ˜‡ πŸ™ πŸ™πŸŒˆπŸŒ»πŸŒžπŸŒ»

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