Feeling guilty from my inner self,
But i don't know the guilt exactly.
God, bless me and help me out.
No words to explain it
No pictures to illustrate it
Lament to the lady
Waking up to kindred cry,
I did not know why.
Embraced by many though,
Little did I know.
Lays there the lady still,
To touch her I did not have the will.
Sitting in the corner alone,
My heart has grown nothing but stone.
I wish I knew her more,
My memories of her have turned sore.
Tears roll down my cheek,
Agony was at its peak.
Surrounded by many yet I was in the dark,
As I realized I have lost my spark.
Dreading the life without her I will get,
How can my mind forget?
How could I have foreseen,
Where has she gone, my queen.
Up there - she is with the angels,
Shielding us against all dangers.
As I jot this down with heavy heart,
The little memories I...
Desde siempre los cursos de agua atraen mi pensar. Los ríos se me asemejan a las personas: nacen, crecen, a veces se reproducen y, tarde o temprano, desembocan en una profundidad, donde su esencia se mezcla con la de millones más. Los hay ruidosos, de limitado caudal (como es natural); Los hay silenciosos y profundos, de esos que acarrean enormes cargas en su vertiente, los cuales son mordaza que acalla bramidos, que trocan un rostro sonriente en desdibujada mueca. Mientras la lluvia incesante aumenta su caudal, él sólo sabe fluir, con ocasionales desbordes, hacia su infinito mar.
To be my queen you need no crown!
Ran into her in a secluded town,
She was an angel so beautiful and brown.
Into my soul, you drown,
In my heart, you made a touchdown.
I was smiling at her like a clown,
She glanced at me and gave me a frown.
I wooed her, pulled out the ring and knelt down,
She said yes and put her arms around.
Walking down the aisle in her gorgeous gown,
I whispered to her "To be my queen you need no crown!"
MILLENNIAL'S CAN OF WORMS
Life treats everyone differently, but there are some common traits in people of similar age groups. I am talking about Millennials, the group to which I belong. The group that is facing mid-life crises. Where they are unaware of life's doing. Whether it is their personal life or professional, everything is at stake. And their mind, well... it is somewhere in the middle of recapturing the good past and reinforcing the positive attitude towards the future. Every shoulder carrying a baggage of delusions, risk, failure, fear and what not. I mean there might be positive things too, but mostly, it's really hard to keep yourself positive during this period of time.
“Casi desearía que fuésemos mariposas y viviésemos solo tres días de verano. Tres días así contigo, los llenaría con más placer que el que jamás cabría en cincuenta años”.
Roses are red , violets are blue..
Not everything we see, seems to be true..
Whats in your heart please let it out..
Dont make fall asleep in dreams of love..
Like me or not say it loud..
Why should we wait..
When our souls are in strangled state..
Life is short so dont miss the part..
Which make us to live the journey with fun and thrill..
Accept my love as long as I live..
Its only you that make my heart to be filled..
What's being balanced ? (-=+)
Is it having the instinctive emotion of being angry,
that allows us to achieve the greed that we take pride to create,
resulting in making us be happy so that we fall in love,
Creating a memory of that moment,
by cherishing the feeling of that lust that we will share,
so that we be in peace over not having the envy of being greedy ?
*Jammu Terror Attack*
Like precious stones have various colours, humans have too.
Love for all shades was born but that for a human never grew.
We still don't think before we fire a gun or slash a throat. We go on with the massacre, not only of people, but of feelings and emotions that prevail in a family.
A child awaiting her father doesn't know why he never came home that night, or any night after that. She doesn't know why her mother was so lifeless though she was warm unlike her father who was cold and pale. The child picks her father's gun and keeps it back next to the medals displayed on the wall. She doesn't know that the gun will no more fire a shot. Because the medalled army ma...
A flood of emotion
As I watch
My little boy
Grow into a man
My very eyes.
*Growing Up* (too fast)
#flood #WildWondrousWords #FebWWWChallenge
Happy Birthday Boo!
#UnconditionalLove #LoveYouToTheMoonAndBack #YouAreMySunshine
I wish I knew how to express every emotion I feel
I wish I knew how to express what I feel is real
But I feel so many emotions
They're like the waves of oceans
I feel them all at once and they don't go away
I want them someplace else; that's where they need to stay
But the waves have a mind of their own
They come and go like the ripples of a stone
When you throw a stone into the vast ocean blue
It ripples and ripples until it's out of our point of view
By then, the ripples of one single stone have become a lot more
And, before we know it, our hand is sore
Because of throwing one single stone into the ocean
We have set things into motion
And the emotions we feel at that very moment are too num...
You are the reason i totally melt inside
I pinch myself, knowing you are mine!
Through every act of yours you make me blush like red wine
Oh baby, I am falling in love with you with each and every passing time!
You are the reason my heart joyfully sings
Hopeless i become in your lovely melodious grin
Your happiness is what i always want to see
Cause baby, you make me wholly madly complete
You are the friend which i longed for
Seeing you every day makes my heart swing to and fro
Your laugh, your smile, your stupid lame talks
Oh baby, you are the one though i never told you so!
You are the reason i feel so right
Without any hesitations i speak my mind
A person like y...
There are nights when I can’t sleep, so I rely on the thought of you to keep me company through another night of insomnia. As the ringing silence of emptiness exists in my heart, you come in my head like the memory a mother has of her newborn child – precious and unreal. You walk past all of the walls I have built around myself, and let them crumble down to the ground as you reach out your hand to touch my back. All those just to ruin and recreate me. All those just to remind me, “We will never be.”
You see, I never knew that there could be a kind of love that can lead one person to self-destruct. Or perhaps I just got too distracted with you to even realise my own downfall....
You were different from the first day. Something very special. My heart felt your heart before we met. Something was there... Something real.
I have learned to love life and myself. And nobody can take that feeling away. Not even you.
Let's write something
To write something means
To play with
Not with someone
But with yours
My Dearest Lover,
My Number One Hottie,
Lust of My Loin,
I’m never going to be that girl that calls you those horrendous names when I get angry. It makes me so sad when I hear you talk about the way your other lover would degrade and demean you.
Honestly, what good can ever come of tearing a person apart in such a way that it continues to inflict damage as the dysfunction attaches itself on to the host and into the next relationship and how would that type of behavior ever benefit our relationship if I were to do the same?
That isn’t love. No one that says they love you could ever be so cruel or evil. No sir, that isn’t even close to love.
My heart is ready to burst open from the ins...
While we sat and ate,
Something yellow spattered the floor.
We jumped up, me and my mate,
And almost headed for the door.
But it was just an egg that fell,
From the treetops high above,
My friend wished it well,
"Here's your eulogy", she spoke with love.
"To the one who lived for a day,
To the one who never did fly,
To the one who lost its way,
To the one who never even got to try.
"To every grey hair, my child,
To every grin, high or low,
To every cigarette, strong or mild,
To everything you didn't know.
"To every embrace you never got
To every action, right or wrong,
To every battle you never fought,
To every emotion, weak or strong.
"To the only thing you did find out,
To how sweet ...
The hardest things to say are often the closest to the truth.
If the slightest attempts to speak them leave words trapped in your throat until you're gasping for air,
If the mere thought of them drown you in a cascading wave of emotions too fierce to understand,
If the sheer weight of the words alone bombard your heart with hope, doubt, dread, fear, and more hope,
Then you're on the right track...