When my departure time arrives, Will my lines be remembered? Will I breathe to see pages of my books, Or Like the millions Of poets and writers Painters and artists Philosophers and storytellers Dancers and singers Will my work dissolve And burn in the embers? Or Will my legacy awe the world And rule a million heart-chambers? Don't We all deserve To be remembered? #ramona

#ramona

When my departure time arrives,
Will my lines be remembered?
Will I breathe to see pages of my books,
Or
Like the millions
Of poets and writers
Painters and artists
Philosophers and storytellers
Dancers and singers
Will my work dissolve
And burn in the embers?
Or
Will my legacy awe the world
And rule a million heart-chambers?
Don't
We all deserve
To be remembered? #ramona

Ramona Singh

Anguish. The skies feel me, Steel blue-grey. Sunshine freezes me out. An involuntary shudder Escapes. Despair. Answers don't work. Azure are my lips. Numbness through my legs To my fingertips. Buried in tides. --------- #ramona

--------- #ramona

Anguish.
The skies feel me,
Steel blue-grey.
Sunshine freezes me out.
An involuntary shudder
Escapes.

Despair.
Answers don't work.
Azure are my lips.
Numbness through my legs
To my fingertips.
Buried in tides. ---------
#ramona

Ramona Singh

This life is wonderful! Though I think you might say now "My life is a shadowy mess" A clichéd joke. It's the best form of suicide: Go eat yourself, You scream hollowly "Oh my depression!" (Read it in reverse) #ramona

#ramona

This life is wonderful!
Though I think you might say now
"My life is a shadowy mess"
A clichéd joke.
It's the best form of suicide:
Go eat yourself,
You scream hollowly
"Oh my depression!"

(Read it in reverse) #ramona

Ramona Singh

I thought I was looking into the mirror, but it was just plain glass. I have not disappeared, and I am not lost. Only, The world is me. #ramona

#ramona

Ramona Singh

When I was a six year old, Father showed me his precious diary and cassettes, hundreds of them, And said, "When I die, these pieces of my soul shall be yours." And I foolishly asked him, "When will you die, dad?" Mother was offended. But Father defended me, and soothingly told us, "Why wait for pieces of my soul When I'm already yours?" Yet I cry. #ramona

#ramona

When I was a six year old,
Father showed me his precious diary
and cassettes, hundreds of them,
And said,
"When I die, these pieces of my soul
shall be yours."

And I foolishly asked him,
"When will you die, dad?"

Mother was offended.
But Father defended me,
and soothingly told us,
"Why wait for pieces of my soul
When I'm already yours?"

Yet I cry. #ramona

Ramona Singh

Fell flat. Gravity hurts. Sharks guzzle my blood. Seagulls yank my hair. Beasts fight over pieces of my flesh, flinging bits of me here and there. Vultures devour my leftovers. Worms and beetles clearing me up. But I'm still trodden over. Will my end ever begin? The fragility of being human: Gravity hurts. I'm stuck on Earth. Stuck in earth. Stuck. I wish a flower grows upon my end. Gravity hurts and I'm stuck. ---------- #ramona #sadlittlepoemsbyr

Gravity hurts and I'm stuck. ---------- #ramona #sadlittlepoemsbyr

Fell flat.
Gravity hurts.
Sharks guzzle my blood.
Seagulls yank my hair.
Beasts fight over pieces of my flesh,
flinging bits of me here and there.
Vultures devour my leftovers.
Worms and beetles clearing me up.
But I'm still trodden over.
Will my end ever begin?

The fragility of being human:
Gravity hurts.
I'm stuck on Earth.
Stuck in earth.
Stuck.

I wish a flower grows upon my end. Gravity hurts and I'm stuck.

----------
#ramona #sadlittlepoemsbyr

Ramona Singh

The sky is tired of beating onto us. For once, I just wish for water, so atleast physical tears would come out. This isn't anything. It's just plain loudness. I thought it was the end of all bothers and all bangs this world's spheres have inflicted on us. I just thought. But "thought" isn't real. #ramona #cinemagraph

#ramona #cinemagraph

The sky is tired of beating onto us. For once, I just wish for water, so atleast physical tears would come out. This isn't anything. It's just plain loudness. I thought it was the end of all bothers and all bangs this world's spheres have inflicted on us. I just thought. But "thought" isn't real. #ramona
#cinemagraph

Ramona Singh

Afternoon's lovely for a good dozing, Afternoon has the greatest nap time, Afternoon exists for closer cozying, Oh, what goodness of the warm sunshine! #ramona #sunshine

#ramona #sunshine

Afternoon's lovely for a good dozing,
Afternoon has the greatest nap time,
Afternoon exists for closer cozying,
Oh, what goodness of the warm sunshine! #ramona #sunshine

Ramona Singh

I'm light. Light as in a radiant energy, With a speed of 3×10^8 m/s Light as in relieved of heaviness, Shooting upward, up, up up! Light as in flimsy, airy, floaty, wispy Graceful, as I pirouette in the air. Light as in gentle, dexterous, slick, Elegantly controlled, yet rambling free. Light as in subtle pastel, a shade Of stardust, soft-hued like cottony clouds. I'm light. Light. Light! Lite. :) #ramona

Lite. :) #ramona

I'm light.
Light as in a radiant energy,
With a speed of 3×10^8 m/s

Light as in relieved of heaviness,
Shooting upward, up, up up!

Light as in flimsy, airy, floaty, wispy
Graceful, as I pirouette in the air.

Light as in gentle, dexterous, slick,
Elegantly controlled, yet rambling free.

Light as in subtle pastel, a shade
Of stardust, soft-hued like cottony clouds.

I'm light. Light.
Light! Lite.

:)
#ramona

Ramona Singh

Flowers are useless. As useless as your parents, Who created you as a unicellular zygote, Merging their cells. As useless as life, Which evolved from the seas, Just to form 'you'. As useless as the Earth, Who gave you a place to stay. You could have been floating everywhere in the Universe, Till your veins burst, Even the fluid called 'blood' Would have been dissolved, Sucked by the vacuum of space, No souvenir of your life would have survived. Yes, darling, flowers are useless. #ramona #flower

#ramona #Flower

Flowers are useless.

As useless as your parents,
Who created you
as a unicellular zygote,
Merging their cells.

As useless as life,
Which evolved from the seas,
Just to form 'you'.

As useless as the Earth,
Who gave you a place to stay.
You could have been floating
everywhere in the Universe,
Till your veins burst,
Even the fluid called 'blood'
Would have been dissolved,
Sucked by the vacuum of space,
No souvenir of your life
would have survived.

Yes, darling, flowers are useless. #ramona #flower

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