believe

Believe


On nights like these,
when you question everything you held on to.
I hope these words I write, finds you.
It finds you and embraces all of you and yourself.
That it’s okay to believe in something that might or might not exist.
But it is very important that you still ‘BELIEVE’

– Abirami Pillai


 

Passion Of An Old Soul

I am not like other people believe me, I am not ;

I don’t have much but even if I had all the things, I won’t brag about it;

All I do have is my soul and it is alive.

You see my soul, it wants something else.

Something more than meaningless conversation.

It needs something more than temporary people

It aches for something real and my soul is and always have been old school.

It also knows time changes and people have to change with it but it doesn’t believe in modern love values.

It aches for something passionate that would kill me but also make me feel alive at a same time.

My soul doesn’t settles for ordinary things that’s why every night I stay awake lonely and try to make senseĀ  of all the things in my head, heart , people and sometimes universe.

At times my soul believes there exists people:

Who would love a mixtape from someone,

Who would prefer letters instead of text messages,

Who would love to run on empty beaches barefoot,

Who are little more alive at rather than in daylight,

Who would gaze at stars hopelessly to fall in love with someone, someday,

Who would sing their heart tune even if there is nothing cheerful to sing about,

Who would die for you.

My soul still believes that this kind of people do exist;

And if I keep looking for eventually I will find them or more better I will become like them.

You see these kind of people make the world more alive;

These kind of people make more sense to me,

People who come and show to you that even the stars can be counted.

And the only ones worth dying for.