It's been a little over a month? Or maybe two months already? I don't know, I don't really keep track on how long I've been away. It's the story that's important isn't it?
Okay, moving on.
You know, most of the time, child of divorce usually find it hard to open up to anyone, we kind of develop a fear of commitment or some sort? Well, that's what I felt at least. Don't generalize everyone this way.
Well, it took me 4 years to finally opened up about my problem with other people outside my own family. The first person, and literally my impulse system, was my friend at my debate club. We somehow felt comfortable sharing our deepest problem and just being vulnerable toge...
We were brave enough to fight for our love,
Kept surprising ourselves with the intensity,
Always thriving on that burning passion.
Now, are we strong enough to save the struggling intensity,
Insane for trying to lit up the dying passion,
And are we strong enough to overcome
the loss of the love we still feel,
But are too stubborn to admit it we have problem.
El tiempo pasó, sin darnos cuenta, todo se desgastó. Un día abro los ojos pensando en qué momento fue que me olvide de acordarme de superarte.
la luna llena en la noche bella,
eres lo único que me alumbra y las estrellas, te miro a los ojos y veo una galaxia entera.
las horas se sienten como segundos, tu y yo solitos juntos, te miro a los ojos mientras llegamos a lo más profundo, y te digo que te quiero, y eres mi mundo, que quiero verte cuando me levante a comer desayuno, cuando la noche llegue estar juntos, mi felicidad dura segundos, cuando me dices que esto no es rotundo. me desbaratas el corazón, me quedo mudo, no se responder mientras me acaricias , no me queda remedio que aceptar y voy a vivir mi vida sin mirar atrás, algún día sabras lo que tenias y no aceptaste, encontrarás que no ay nadie que te delate, comprenderás el d...
It's Never Easy!
When i just wrote the tittle i was just stuck. And started thinking, what's not easy?...for a second i thought everything is easy, all you need to do is just think right! but just telling myself to think right doesn't help much. I can hear my inner voices telling me that.. but i always manage to make them shut! And still think that there are lots of things which is not easy for me.
Just like, Living alone.
Cooking for yourself and eating the same food for a whole day that's not easy!
Hiding your tears is not easy.
Trying to control a laughter, in the middle of a joke is not easy.
Stoping to love someone infact of them hurting you is not easy.
writing after ages, and put...
She was precious,
Like a flower.
She grew wild
Wild, but innocent.
A perfect prayer in a desperate hour,
She was everything beautiful
You can’t fence that in, stupid boy.
It’s like holding back the wind.
She laid her heart and soul right in your hands,
And you stole her every dream, and you crushed her plans.
She never even knew she had a choice,
And that’s what happens when the only voice you hear is telling her she can’t.
The Earth’s wonder and beauty and mystery, it's only meant to serve as a great cosmic magnet pulling us to our source. Their is an engagement with the Sun as our eyes see you
simplified by distance Into an origin,
Your petalled head of flames
Heat is the echo of your gold that is absorbed to give us power and wisdom through the minds eye.
My solar parent with a suspended lion face.
Your illumination spilling at the centre of an unfurnished sky.
How still you stand, And how unaided. Single stalkless flower you pour unrecompensed.
As we admire, you exist openly. Our needs hourly climb and return like angels. Unclosing like a hand,
You give forever.
I am a spiritua...
HAVE YOU EVER?
Have you ever lived my life?
Have you ever spent one minute of the day in my shoes?
If you haven't then tell me why you judge me as you do?
Have you ever woken up in the morning, wondering if this will be your last day on Earth?
Have you ever seen your friends get shot outside their house in front of their mother& family?
Have you ever seen a friend die from drugs they have used before?
Have you ever seen your Mother get beat up by two drunks & drug addicts?
Have you ever seen a friend get Reed of unwanted Pregnancy?
Have you ever sat in your room Praying & Hoping God hears you're cries for help& change?
Have you ever seen your younger brother drive away after too ma...
It was hell of a journey,
The last one and a half year.
I met new people, made new friends, finally got a new perspective for different kinds of people around me.
I started with a new business of my own,
It's like putting up lego bricks together right now, but I am hoping for the best. Hopefully it will be turned into a beautiful art piece when I look back at it 5 years down the lane.
I did crave for family warmth in these years. But I always had their support no matter the distances.
I am back home now.
It's peaceful here. It's beautiful to be back. And it's beautiful to be back here at lettrs.
I hope everybody is good! Winter greetings to all!
La monotonía y el tiempo son la peor combinación, se compactan entre sí solo para corromper la vida y minimizarla.
Sin embargo es efímero y a su vez puedes sacar provecho de ello.
Engulfed with a feeling,
Never felt before.
Vainly reaching out to things,
Yearnings were unsurpassed.
You need that sunshine but life is all about willing to dance in the rain while waiting for that sunshine
Hey, It's been long since I last wrote a letter to you, hugging in onto a year since that happened.
A lot has happened in the last 10 months post my last correspondence, the city deserted & it grew hotter with every living second, the balcony became unbearable to scribble another letter yet the late night winds never failed to bring home the fragnance of love, the fragnance that you bestowed.
I was listening to,"Ajeeb Dastaah hain yeh" & how I wished I had a way to slip the epistles under your door, I don't know where you're, the voice is intact, the touch has faded & I hope the memories too because they're the ones that clutch onto me until I scribble one to you.
I hope somed...
What does it feel like life smacks you when you’re down? I can see the direction I want to take. However the pity in me keeps whispering “no one cares” “you will never make it”. Why can’t I fight this feeling away?
A good night’s sleep certainly does wonders to a tired mind. As we recall the good we have done for others, we take time too, to remember the good that others have given to us.
Do not rake up the past when there is no score to keep, for that all are now redundant. Extreme situations call for extreme measures but as people say, ‘Do not do unto others what you would not want others do unto you'.
If there was no spark, it would not be possible for a fire to start. Faces may not have been torn badly to such extent, if advice given were to be heeded earlier.
As we, hopefully, draw this to a close, we give thanks for all the good times and shall reflect on the bad.
There are thing we...
Ain’t nobody going to take your money and run and hide. Ain’t nobody going to take your money and ride.
Do you know the reason why? Because you ain’t got money to die. Ain’t nobody gonna take your money and run and hide.
You worked in that mill 22 years in stride breaking your hide.
Old mill owner moving down south you know why...you know why...
Well I’m sure he’s doing fine, because he’s got enough money to die.
Ain’t nobody going to take your money and run and hide.
Ella sobrevive con tu respiracion agitada. Ella se levanta, y se despierta cuando la humillas, cuando intentas pasarla por encima, cuando la miras por ese costado.
Ella tiene ganas de ponerse los tacos y pararse en vos.
Tengo ganas de verte alla abajo.
Que me temas cada vez que oigas mi andar. Que no importa que lleve puesto, quiero ver en en tus ojos tu goce y el horror. Desearas no haberme provocado. Suplicaras de rodillas, y no habrá cosa bonita que digas, que sea suficiente, nada me calma.
Solo yo puedo saciarme. Solo yo puedo decidir cuando entrar y cuando salir.
Dejame callada. Dejame y no me molestes