Be surrendered. Be simple. Be innocent.
Live in your ordinary nature. That’s all.
You are alright just as you are. You cannot improve yourself. By trying to improve upon yourself, you only disfigure yourself. You are perfectly tuned machine, don’t fiddle with it. The perfect one does not send imperfections. You are alright!
Don’t try to become something else. And if you have become something else, then return to what you are.
Don’t be so clever. Let those eyes not be eyes of suspicion. Allow yourself to be cheated a little. If the world wants to cheat you, allow yourself to be cheated.
It’s alright to be cheated a little. It’s alright to be losing a few things than to be robbed of your innocence. Stay innocent!
Live simply, and that’s all!
Don’t sound too wise. Let yourself be a little stupid!
You have no obligation to act cleverly. You have no obligation to be respectable.
Because being good is not a quid pro quo. It is not a transaction. It is not a deal. We are not to be good because we will get something in return. It is not a trade.
When you do the right thing, you become a different person, a better person. Nobody will probably know. Nobody has to know. But what matters is that the most important person in the world will know.
You will know.
We live in other people’s heads.
And all it does is make us judge ourselves more harshly. It makes us uncomfortable in our own bodies. It makes us feel apologetic for being ourselves. It makes us live according to our perception of other people’s standards.
It makes us feel inauthentic. Anxious. Judgmental. Not good enough. Not likable enough. Not smart enough. Not pretty enough.
Fuck that shit..
The truth is, other people’s opinions of us are none of our business. Their opinions have nothing to do with us and everything to do with them, their past, their judgments, their expectations, their likes, and their dislikes.
Meaning of life!!
We are all trying to get somewhere we are not.Its a struggle, which only ends on the day we die..
I’ll do the most with what I have until my clock stops ticking and I hope I can make a meaningful dent in all the lives I touch until my time is up.
Last night I slept, and when I woke her kiss
Still floated on my lips. For we had strayed
Together in my dream, through some dim glade,
Where the shy moonbeams scarce dared light our bliss.
The air was dank with dew, between the trees,
The hidden glow-worms kindled and were spent.
Cheek pressed to cheek, the cool, the hot night-breeze
Mingled our hair, our breath, and came and went,
As sporting with our passion. Low and deep
Spake in mine ear her voice: “And didst thou dream,
This could be buried? This could be sleep?
And love be thrall to death! Nay, whatso seem,
Have faith, dear heart; this is the thing that is!”
Thereon I woke, and on my lips her kiss.
A poem by Emma Lazarus..
The world is suffering from a epidemic..
An epidemic which is creeping and eating away humans faster than any disease can ever affect..
But it's not Cancer , it's not Aids neither it's Tuberculosis..
So what is it?
It's Loneliness...yes you read it right it's Loneliness..
The constant lingering feeling of disconnect and hollowness within and from other fellow beings..
But don't worry there is a solution..
A simple medicine of this ghastly disease..
But it's a bitter pill to swallow..
But yes..it will help you to get better..
So what is the medicine's name then ?
Well the medicine name is "Hello"
Its free it's available in your tounge..
All you need to do is just say "Hello" to someone you car...
Aao chalo shabdo se kuch zakham bharte hai...
Kuch main likhu kuch tum
Bayan kre kuch jazbaat aapas ke
Hogye jo zakham nasur unse
Na bhar saka kisi malham ne wo ghav
Jin shabdo ne pohochaye the wo ghav kisi ke..
Shabdo to zariya unse kya narazgi hai..
Khamoshi kya Kam zulm hai ..
Zariya ek hi hai agar aazma lo..
Baha do kch shabd Kalam se..
Isse pehle ki nasoor ye ghav Kahi Jaan na le le hamare..
People have become disposable. Like plastic cups. Not only that, but they have become one dimensional and therefore prone to disposability.
People are more in love with the idea of love than the person they are with.
Monsters are real, and ghosts are real too.They live inside us, and sometimes, they win.
If you are gonna blame me for all the bad things happened then have the spine to blame me for the all the good things that happened as well.
My bones break
at the thought of you
My heart turns to wax
in the fires of your passion
Enslaved and enraptured
I dive willingly
into the sea of love
let the waves cast me
upon the shores
of your pleasure
forever to bask
in the sunlight of your eyes
An "Hmmm" is a death knell for a conversation.
People should avoid it at all costs!
Humans are wicked..
The earlier you realise
The better your chances to avert its ugly calamity !!
Your touch fills the cracks
of my crumbling flesh,
you hold my soul at the tip
of your fingers —
love finds itself tracing
the dangers of my mind
Can’t you see, dear? you are
my eternal addiction
In this night..were I am sitting alone today.
I just wish you were there beside me..
I would have loved if you would have held my hands and interlock your fingers with mine ,
Resting your head on the shoulder of mine, and I kissing your forehead gently..
We would have witnessed the silence of the night witnessing the reflection of moonlight on the serene lake ..
My other hand wrapping you with warmth because you feel the chills of the wind which is gentle yet prickly as if blowing just to bring us more closer..
In between I would have kissed our interlocked fingers and you would have been shyly blushing..
Whispering in my ears..
I am yours and you are mine,
Our love is just like the universe...
I love your eyes.
Wet, filled with desire.
I love them most when they stare back into mine.
Not a word needs to be said.
A breath between us two,
Each craving met, my eyes trailing yours.
The way they bend shut when your legs stretch out
and your arms wrap around me.
The natural curling of toes
When your eyes widen before closing tight.
I love looking into your eyes.
This feel good feeling that interrupts each kiss.
A gasp filled behind closed eyes.
A roaring moan that rumbles behind them.
The arch felt across the small of your back.
Bridging the gap of a swaying bridge.
Your body in the comfort of my hands.
A soft kiss below your temple.
Welcoming your shyness.
Those eyes that follow the mov...
I thought compromise is for person who are weak,
It's after years of failures I realised, sometimes it's your only option to sustain.
I look at my purple sore flesh.
Smile at the memory of where you have been. What we have done.
I bite my lip almost bleeding and press legs together as a flutter of butterflys fill my stomach up into my chest bringing me back to the night before.
I stifle a moan as I trace the hand shaped bruises along my throat feel the tender flesh between my thighs.
The thin line between pain and pleasure.
How we crossed it. Almost panic.
I begged you to stop I didn't mean it..
A breath of excitement to relax my battered soul to keep me from calling you.
Critters crawl down my spine with the words, almost a growl.
" you're mine"
Give me the chance
To know you
And show you
How much I need you
Give me a hint
Of your love
To continue believing
Give me a sign
You also feel
The same way about me
Give me a deep look
To give you mine
And then you will find
How far I can love you..
For her passion
Too deep into me
My parched lips ache
Her growing urgency
My gaze glides
On her peachy contours
Of her curvaceous body
Which is my Shrine where i worship..
She opens herself to me
As I press in deeper
Her scent releases me
My heart is on fire
Together we move
To the rhythm of our hearts
Faster, harder deeper
Hot breath mingling
In the cold night air
Moonlight dancing in her eyes
Hearts light becoming brighter
She is the honey on my lips
The fire that consumes me
Every part of me is released
As our love is spent
Together in the afterglow
We hold each other closely
Locked in loves sweet embrace
Waiting for the tide to rise again..