Those curled up arms around me
You weren’t trying to hold just me
But your shattering world so tight
Hoping to set everything right
Breaking down and while getting up
You did make incisions on my skin
But isn’t the scars carved beautifully
When I try to hold your love so closely
They aren’t something for you to bother
They are something for me to boast of
That with just two hands of mine to brace
I held thousand pieces of you in place
“SAATH WAHA TAK , MATLAB JAHA TAK.”
People are stick to this line these days, which I mentioned above . They come into your life , become you friends may be good friends also , but when they come to know about how good you are or your nature. They take leverage of that and people , as I mentioned who are of good nature. They let them to take leverage. They realise the same thing but till then they are completely destroyed as in BROKEN just for sake of good friend or good friendships , as they are not even clear about those friendships. See , after all these happen to them they are even scared of change that what that change might bring maybe more of these again or it may become less. So, ins...
The sky is my canvas
The clouds are my thoughts
She is my sun
Rain came soon
The canvas is endless
So are my thoughts
At times it rains heavy.. but after the rain no matter how strong the rain is the sun will shine the brightest at the end..
Freedom is the ultimate happiness
I feel happy while expressing my thoughts..
Takes a needless
And turns it into
A vital way of life
Thats why we love it.
to hinder the need to suppress
your thoughts, feelings, actions and emotions.
I would change the cliched thoughts, interference and others' right to comment about my freedom.
WRITING PROMPT(# 2)
1. The more I think about it, the more I realize that surviving without you is a miracle.
2. When I look in the mirror, I see the strongest women standing in front of me who compromised for her love but also stands for her life.
3. I’d like to forgive myself for hiding harsh truth from myself that I love you and you don't. Thank you for whatever you did. I am not weak anymore.
4. I need more courage in my life to take a stand for those who are in need.
5. I feel most creative when ocean touched my feet, pamper me with her unstoppable music, soothes me with a breezy wind, hug me with a tiny sand.
6. I feel at peace when I am alone that loneliness is way better th...
i see each of your foot
is a foot deep in ground
and my heart goes so uneasy
to see the efforts you put in
in your every smile when you fall
but that smile of yours
inherently changes the meaning
of all your failures, and those scars
of yours seldom realized
suddenly seem so beautiful
you don’t realize, that of all
you are no puppet, rather
the strings attached to you
pull me up from my slumbers
and tie up my fragile dreams
Both of us ready
We opened the door
Our twin flame
isn’t the mist looks beautiful
like you, it surely knows the art
to hide that which is painful but true
but again, it surely fades away
oh yes i did learn enough
that it is never the right person
until you ask the right question
this time, are you here to stay?
I stared at you for a very long time, until I was completely sure.
That it was your love worthy that I may endure.
Your love would feel amazing, and then it would be great.
But what was it in the stars to bring me to your fate.
That night, the hot air and the stars just wanted us to meet.
I fell before you and I became weak from my knees to my feet.
There was something about the way your body electrified mine.
I knew together we: you and I would always be divine.
Would it always be this way? A flame turned into fire?
Maybe I won't always be this, a fantasy, a desire..
Peel back the layers and you would find me, the real me.
The one shattered and broken, the one I don't let yo...
I’m finally steady
I’m finally letting go
I’m slowly finding my peace
From underneath your shadow
I’ve let you control my steps for far too long
Hello freedom let’s dance in the rain and paint the world
Let’s write your freedom all over the streets
Spread the word, there is freedom
I know it sounds so childish , but I do wish people who have the passion to travel and explore , have what it takes to find new and exciting things . But ... unfortunately they can’t do what they desire because travel needs money . All you have to do is , is show how much you’re enthusiastic about traveling and make everyone feel happy and safe during journey , and that’s it !!! . That’s all what it needs to be a traveler . The airports and governments should make it free for all enthusiastic travelers to travel . Now that’s a real freedom .
💖Thanking LOVE 💘
A star in the sky ....
Struck inside me in night ....
Sparks deep glow ....
And in East it rest ......
Saw me with you ...
Being an angel,you were so gorgeous
And me a man witnessed it with love
Like the goddess of love
You destroyed the lust
Giving love it's feel and freedom ...
Turning every second into peace
We flew across this world ..
Dancing on the seven rings ...
Making the moment a glory ....
In darkness of the Galaxy ...
Forgetting the pain and bleed ..
May our love never rest in silence ..
Ohhh ...girl ....I wanna be yours ..
U wanna be mine ....together ...
We be Us .......
The wish I had ...a...
Freedom starts with saying no without hesitation...
Freedom grows with standing up for oneself....
Freedom prevails when you support someone in need...
Freedom perishes when you start keeping quiet....
Freedom is not something that is given....It has to be taken...
Freedom is an inevitable factor to all living creatures. My concept on this is to avail without hurting anything's and anyone's freedom.
Sometimes, it's just the words that gets addictive...
It tangles and awakens the poor soul, enlightening the flames,
sparking the fire that burns.
#random 3AM scribbles...
I dream of airplanes that have no lanes
Where am I going? I start to feel the same
I dream of men with guns it's just no fun
What have I done? I think as I run
I dream of countless walls, I just wanna pass
What am I fighting for? Will I last?
I dream of blood so much blood
Innocence is dead it's on my hands
When will it end?
I'm sorry for letting you believe I was okay
Self sabotage at its finest as I unwillingly throw a grenade at my own shelter, I release myself
I feel the pressure drop and I'm falling down to an inevitable death, where I feel nothing
Everything is okay