Lang leav To Love and loose

Lang Leav is an internet sensation with her poems and quotes. While she is the winner of ‘Goodreads Choice Awards for Poetry‘ and has been awarded the coveted Churchill fellowship, there are people who do not actually consider her a true poet. But haters will hate, right? I personally love her writing. Some would say that Lang Leav writes poetry that does not explain any of the realities, only superficial descriptions that make our mind wallow in unrequited feelings and unfulfilled dreams. But shall we need explanations to everything around us? It is like trying to explain why the sunflower always faces the sun, or why the Earth has only one moon. We know it does. But why?

Not everything needs justification. Sometimes, there is a need to read the lines, and to close our eyes so our hearts can feel what the poet tells us. Why do we read poem or novels? If realities is all we needed, the world would have only self-help pages and autobiographies. Lang Leav’s poetry makes us believe in something more. Something ethereal. While most of us would discard it as ‘pretty words put together’, some of us can breathe in the depth and love to drown in the feelings, that our heart fills our every crevice, nerve, vein and organ with. So here are a few of my favorite excerpts from Lang Leav’s works that definitely makes Lang Leav my go to therapist.

1.It happens like this.

“One day you meet someone and for some inexplicable reason, you feel more connected to this stranger than anyone else–closer to them than your closest family. Perhaps this person carries within them an angel–one sent to you for some higher purpose; to teach you an important lesson or to keep you safe during a perilous time. What you must do is trust in them–even if they come hand in hand with pain or suffering–the reason for their presence will become clear in due time.”

Though here is a word of warning–you may grow to love this person but remember they are not yours to keep. Their purpose isn’t to save you but to show you how to save yourself. And once this is fulfilled; the halo lifts and the angel leaves their body as the person exits your life. They will be a stranger to you once more.
~An excerpt from Love and Misadventure

2. Acceptance

There are things I miss
that I shouldn’t,
and those I don’t
that I should.

Sometimes we want
what we couldn’t—
sometimes we love
who we could.
~An excerpt from Lullabies

3.The Wanderer

What is she like?
I was told—
she is a
melancholy soul.

She is like
the sun to the night;
a momentary gold.

A star when dimmed
by dawning light;
the flicker of
a candle blown.

A lonely kite
lost in flight—
someone once
had flown.
~An excerpt from Love & Misadventure

4.Which is why I am not here to tell you tomorrow will be a new day. That the sun will go on shining. Or there are plenty of fish in the sea. What I will tell you is this; it’s okay to be hurting as much as you are. What you are feeling is not only completely valid but necessary—because it makes you so much more human. And though I can’t promise it will get better any time soon, I can tell you that it will—eventually. For now, all you can do is take your time. Take all the time you need.
~AN excerpt from Lullabies

5. “Love a girl who writes, and live her many lives;
You have yet to find her, beneath her words of guise.

Kiss her blue inked fingers, forgive the pens they marked.
The stain of your lips upon her, the one she can’t discard.

Forget her tattered memories, or the pages others took;
You are her ever-after, the hero of her book.

6.Do you know when you’ve lost something—like your favorite T-shirt or a set of keys—and while looking for it, you come across something else you once missed but have long since forgotten? Well whatever it was, there was a point where you decided to stop searching, maybe because it was no longer required or a new replacement was found. It is almost as if it never existed in the first place—until that moment of rediscovery, a flash of recognition.

Everyone has one—an inventory of lost things waiting to be found. Yearning to be acknowledged for the worth they once held in your life.

I think this is where I belong—among all your other lost things. A crumpled note at the bottom of a drawer or an old photograph pressed between the pages of a book. I hope someday you will find me and remember what I once meant to you.
~An excerpt from Love & Misadventure

7.She was the book that was not written. The sentence that was not scripted. She was the word you wished you could have said.
~An excerpt from Memories

8.I don’t know how it is you are so familiar to me – or why it feels less like I am getting to know you and more as though I am remembering who you are. How every smile, every whisper brings me closer to the impossible conclusion that I have known you before, I have loved you before – in another time, a different place – some other existence.

9.Her poetry is written on the ghost of trees, whispered on the lips of lovers.

As a little girl, she would drift in and out of libraries filled with dead poets and their musky scent. She held them in her hands and breathed them in — wanting so much to be part of their world…

It was on her sixteenth birthday that she first fell in love. With a boy who brought her red roses and white lies. When he broke her heart, she cried for days.

Then hopeful, she sat with a pen in her hand, poised over the blank white sheet, but it refused to draw blood…

She learned too late that poets are among the damned, cursed to commiserate over their loss, to reach with outstretched hands — hands that will never know the weight of what they seek.
~An excerpt from Lullabies

10.And I told him, if I am so hard to love, then let me run wild.
My love is not a testament to my surrender. I will show you just how much I love you, with the inward draw of every breath—the collective sigh of the world and all its despair. But I will never give you what you want in chains.
~An excerpt from The Universe of Us

Hey. I am Sagarika. I hail from the City of Joy. Though I have graduated as an engineer, writing has always been my calling. What had started as a weird Paragraph at an essay writing competition, has now turned into an all time passion for me. Though the entire world is my muse, dogs are my favourite form of life.

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