There was once an unconditional love, that she had felt for a man - patriarchy, however, had its own bitter plan. She escaped her reality, only to be bound by his - and that’s when ‘they’ told her ‘a man does this, and a woman does this’. At times she ignored, at times she put up a fight - for years together she doubted, what was wrong and what was right. They shouted and they screamed, they even tried to settle it over good wine; they messed with her head, and repeatedly crossed the line. Each time she made a decision, they told her she was wrong; but all their petty thoughts only made her more strong! She could now laugh at their ignorance, liberate even in their control; for she knew that ...
As she turn and walks away,
Her silhouette begins to fade,
And she leaves the spectre of her memories to stay,
I tremble and whisper...
I miss you,
Don't you understand that moments mean everything when I'm with you,
My mind screams, as she disappears into the distance,
It pleads and begs a worthy resistance,
Of a thousand words left unsaid,
My heart? A graveyard,
Once full of life, now dead,
I should be holding you but, instead...
I'm holding memories of you in an empty bed.
I used to write letters to people; infamous epistles full of feelings and fears, trapped within envelopes and sealed-in with tears.
I used to write with a thousand different kinds of ink, each more intense than the one before, looking for that word; that wink, that blink, and that long-lost link that possesed the capacity and the needed audacity to become a whisper between your lips and mine.
I used to rhyme. I used to claim the world as mine; not worrying about time, but only the sublime. . . Thinking only about all the things that could go right because you were, and in a way will always be, by my side. . .
I used to believe that every loving word I spoke was like a...
Piece by piece,
Day by day,
Peeling off my skin,
Burning my flesh,
The acid of restlessness.
Stop don't bother!
I'm done defending,
I'm done fighting.
Take my sword,
I'm all yours to slain!
I often keep mum, bundle my thoughts and feelings up with my words, stuff them down deep inside, play some kind of stoic to the world. Thing is, I can and do write in my private journals what I imagine is rather eloquent prose and poetry, but on my blog(s) I tend to use the words of others as a proxy for my own. I'm not quite sure if it's fear of rejection or ridicule that keeps me from posting my own writing, or maybe there's an element of laziness to it, as well. Yes, I know I can post mostly-anonymously online, indeed, I have done so, at times, to some degree of acclaim. I suppose I just imagine it's all so personal that others could not understand. In any case, what no one else can tr...
Log zindgi me miltay hai , sath rehte hai , dost bantay hai , rishtay banate hai , zindgi bhar sath nibhane k wade karte hai.....
par fir ek din.....
Wo kuch is kadar badal jatay hai , time k bahane banatay hai , or purani dosti ko chod k peechay ab naye rishtay banate hai ,....
:/ Bus bat ek samajh nahi aati hume.... log purani cheezo ko peechay chod jatay hai... or nai cheezo se apna naya aashiyana banatay hai.... par zindgi bohot choti hai janab.. kabhi na kabhi milwa hi deti hai logo ko.... fir hum to chaltay hai shaan se or wo choro ki tarah nazre churatay hai 😘😎
Mocking Shadows behind
Flooded thoughts in mind
What's the hell in kind?
Nonetheless, let me face it.
Sometime I change my mind about people,
Sometime I change my mind about myself.
Sometime I like things I thought I'd hate and sometime I
grow to hate things I used to love.
Sometime i grow to hate things I used to love.
Sometime I cant't make up my mind because I don't like any
of the option and sometime it's because I like all of them
No one has everything figured out, but that's called, living
and it means we're real.
_ Mahi Jadhav.
Topic - Emotions by Chirag Jain
Now it's all over,
I was drunk on you,
It's high time I turn sober.
You were my pride,
Now I find reasons for goodbye.
I was always mean but deep inside kind,
You were the one with strings, and manipulative mind.
Well, don't worry about me, I still got my brothers and I still know it's time, to concentrate on life and grind,
Leave the past behind.
Emotions I feel is my own to deal.
I'll be hard. You can't tear off the peel.
I'm a level headed person. I'll keep my ego and never kneel.
We Take Things For Granted
Every breath you take isn't good to take lightly
Every near death experience teaches that slightly
We're shown love from our friends and families constantly in every way
We take their presence for granted thinking they'll be there everyday
We take our five senses for granted and don't view them as gifts
We live life like its guaranteed and never think about what if's
Our lives are lived but not promised to no one
But we take risk and take chances with life just for fun
We think we're invincible and nothing can happen to us
We have youngsters into drugs exploring for that quick rush
We hold a grudge and stay angry with those who mean the most
Not realizing life...
Sometimes, I like to imagine many versions of myself crowded into one room. Everyone would be me but at a different age. It would start from 5 little year old me to the 25 year old me today. And I wonder. Would we all get along?
Finish the story
She closed the book and kissed her daughter on her forehead and wished her Sweet Dreams. She turned off the light and left the room. Her bed room was in an awkward manner. She put everything right ,made the bed and laid upon it on her back. The Godess of sleep had been away from her for a week or two.
She thought "Whether he'll come tonight or not, Only God knows, he may be in the seashore with some funny whore. To whom I can share my DISAGREMENT about all,with my OUTRAGEOUS mother in law ? or with the jealousy sister in laws?probably with none of them but bear everything silently that's what I'm doomed to be "
Now I see your true side... the side my intuition tried warned me about. The side of you I couldn’t bear to believe existed.
He used to be a child
Loved by all
As season changes
So did he
That boy who was once loved
Abhored by all
Who loved him before
A plain facade
Displayed by him
Mistaken by all
Who thought he cared less
His heart that was buried deep down
Fighting for its dear life
For its own artery asphyxiated his heart
Greetings! The worst thing to have is a mother who doesn't believe in you and is always sending annoying text messages. I hate that so much. As a child, my mom and I were never emotionally connected. She recently told me that she didn't want to be emotionally close because she didn't want to spoil me. Well I guess that is exactly what happened. Her refusal to get close spoiled the relationship long before I realized it. My prayer is that God sends a woman in romantic form who will allow me to be emotionally close. I'm tired of feeling empty inside. It feels like I have two large holes inside and it's annoying when the wind blows through it.
That's all for now.
Don't be caught by your emotions,
Don't be caught by your imperfections,
Or don't be caught by rejections.
Remove the knot of thoughts in which your caught.
If it's not you who else can be your
Motivation , which helps you take
A diversion that leads you