Holding Hands

“So what happened?” 

“Nothing. We just held hands. ”

“Really? Nothing more? Tell me everything!” 
“How do I describe holding hands? It was the most intimate thing. No, I am not being coy. At first, it’s more shy. Just the softest touch on the fingers and then slowly glide towards the palm, holding them. Firm. Rugged palms exploring the soft lines of the other. You just don’t hold hands. You give them a part of you. Sign of trust and support. Like a kid trusting his mother to hold him if he fails to walk.
Those rugged hands tell a story of hardships and strength. Those small circling touches on the palm smooth your anxiety. Those holding hands promise security. Those enclosed hands proudly declare two souls conjoined. But above all, those warm hands somehow manage to melt the walls that you built over years. ”
Just another small snippet 

– Hema Sanghavi

Zachry K Douglas : The Most Soulful Poet

Zachry is on my second list of my favorite poets, i found his beautiful works on Instagram. My words fall short to describe him. He is a private person but he shares his emotions daily through his poem. He was in army, suffered depression ( active for suicide prevention), later found love.

He believes in soul. He named his writing series and also adorns a tattoo, “More Soul than Human”. I have been following him for almost a year and his works keeps getting better. He writes for his love, his emotions and one can see how slowly his soul is painted in transcripts.

He is one of the most humble person i have met, ever so sweet and caring ; unlike some he removes time and personally talks to everyone who has commented on his works or has messaged him.

He is available on Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, Pinterest, Tumblr. His book is out which is called “86”. You can purchase it from Amazon, or through http://www.underwatermountains.com

Following are some of his poems:

  1. The way he describes what everyone wants to do; Travel.

What a poet feels

2.  The way he writes about big things in the most simple manner. The simple truth to believe in oneself is described in such an amazing manner.

believe and conquer

3. All he needs is one sentence to describe complicated.

chaos 2

4. When he describes what chaos feels like..

chaos

5. The importance of conversation

conversation

6. When he knows what it feels like, yet inspires and advises other. All of his work has some optimism, like even if you are on the end of the rope, hang on…

hope

7. When he says i love you.. His works and words have some profound effect on me. He makes me believe in love, that there are some things i can hope for and go on.

iloveyou

8. When he talks about madness and sanity, although he talks about his love; for me personally it also reflects upon the societial views on sanity and madness, and to be what you want to be.

madness

8. When he describes his love to her, it just makes me swoon. He just describes every feeling into that perfect words.

meantohim

9. Although it seems a simple poem but i love how he loves something because it connects with her. When even a simple smile has so much meaning in his life.

mornings

10. The way he  describes being imperfect and loving it. He inspires me to and helps me not feel guilty of not confining to the norms.

not perfect

11. When he talks about his insecurities, his wounds yet has light in himself; believes in their love.

ring

12. This is one of the cutest and lovable poem i like.

smile

13. Simple truth. No words needed to explain.

the broken

14. You arent imaginary, you are real

time on earth

Love the way you write Zachry. Keep on writing and spreading the love.

Diary: An Excerpt of an Young Person

I don’t know where to start. I don’t write personal things. very private person, I am. even if I am supposed to vent something out, I write it metaphorically or make some one personified. it’s not easy to put down words you feel and let someone else read it and at one point of time judge it. May be this seems like a child wailing. may be it is.

But I needed to write it out. I am writer by profession, its my duty to write majestically and flawlessly with impeccable timing to add humor so that readers don’t feel bored. Ya, my job. But I wont do that today, I am not going to edit it, nor am I going to remove sentences. because I need to jot this down. I need to write so that I can clear myself up.

I  didn’t realize what responsibility is until I started working. I like to write, no in fact I love writing and working. it makes me feel like I can do something. I feel proud, independent. life does change pretty fast. It’s almost 9 and half month down and it feels i am still stuck in january. Time is moving very fast and so is life.

you know when you are past the college life and you suddenly feel the weight of responsibilities putting you down. You become more aware. You become more cautious, more cynical. The other day I was talking with man who is bit more older to me. He said his problems out loud and I felt helpless. I have never been in that kind of situation. I didn’t know what to do, other than just listening. you know this saying ” when you sit down with people in conference table and if each one shared their sorrows, you would rather have yours and leave”

I just feel scared. I don’t want to lose myself. there is so much of difference between me last year and this year. The innocence, naïvety, the outlook that I had has changed. I am not what i was past few months ago. some say that it is good. it makes you strong. you change to adapt and survive. But I say at what cost?. yes, I cant be innocent like a 10-year-old kid. because the world is cruel and it will eat me up. the strongest survives, right Darwin? But aren’t the weaklings worthy enough?

Is it so much of a crime to have feelings? I have my share of bad days, I know it’s just the beginning of those, but still they though didn’t kill me and made me stronger, but they made me cold too. They made me cynical too. So every person i talk to, i turn cynical. You the old man i was talking about earlier? Ya so my point is that if i see an 18-year-old , 25-year-old and 35-year-old. the difference in them also revolves around how they view things. A 18-year-old person will be more nice and bit more optimistic person when they meet a stranger. A 25-year-old might be cynical. A 35-year-old will first think of a motive of the stranger talking.

Our past, our experiences do make who we are. But my question is how much do we let them dictate us, control us? And how do we strike a balance?

By someone in 20’s

Note: The author has told me that it wants the post to be open for one day. So, I have to delete it tomorrow. Any incidents which are related are purely co-incidental. ( I so always wanted to use this sentence :P)

Beau Taplin – The Change

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Beautiful writer! He is on tumblr, Instagram! Check his works!

Losing you changed me. I have been quiet, and quick tempered. And when I am shown concern I m blunt or allusive. I avoid my friends. Drink too much. And  I don’t recall when I last felt moved by someone. I lost you. That I understood. I just didn’t think I would lose me too.

Written by HemaSanghavi. Contact for any work.

You

The shine which we look for,
The beats which we want to be beat for,
The smile which changes the soul,
The soul which we search for,
The passion that clicks,
The silence which matters,
The Touch of the air changes the vibes,
You seemed to do just fine
For me you are soil,wind,water and my fire.
Love,
HemaSanghavi

Written by HemaSanghavi. Contact for any work.