As in Shakespeare's Sonnet
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day
Never do I
You ain't Normal
You are Rare and Real
A beautiful complex
A metaphor itself
You are the woman with my love
To whom the poet bows...
Everyone saw me from the same lense -- Mrs perfect.
All I wanted to be was a bit messy and desired you to clean my mess.
I'm tired of being labeled as PERFECT all I want this time is to fall and give you the chance to lift me.
Do you even know you need to?
I should sleep as people around me are oblivion of the imperfect 'me'.
Maybe in the dreams, you will become my knight who I have envisioned day and night.
Parameter of Parental Love
When I would have produced the first shrill cry, was I also compared at that time?
I might not have the desire to conquer the world because I am a child who is born to serve the world.
I don't aspire to be on Forbes List but to rank on the top of your best child list.
I can never earn equal to him, but someday, I will earn more than Him.
And maybe then, you would choose me over him, and it would be a reality and not my La La Land.
Fear of Confession (s)
There are times when we end up saying things for fun and then discover the repercussions...
All we want to do after that is appologize, but it's too late to mend their minds!!
You can be looked at as a pervert even by the males, it's all about what you choose to say.
Saying sorry won't mean anything and they won't get it how embarrassed you are left feeling.
All you can do is never repeat the same and understand that their is no reason to be ashamed.
Speak your mind and let your wit rule you. They will understand if not today then some other day! Remember just don't let them rule you ever again and mistakes happen, there is nothing to be scared of i...
The Fear of LOVING....
The Desire to be loved is present in all, but the way we emote can change it all .
Waiting for the right guy to arrive or the present one to compromise can vanish our desires.
So, praise what you have and date with an open heart and don't let the scars make noise.
A certain thing In every individual if not by face..then of course by nature..
Where are WE SAFE?
Is there any place on Earth where we can feel safe?
I doubt that, what do you think?
The last place could have been our mother's womb, and that is the only reason I'm waiting for my doom!
Regardless of your gender, you can be the next on the list and then wait for them to hit!
Defending yourself can hurt them, so are you ready to kill them?
What is right, what is wrong ?
So many questions, but not even a single answer is available to quench my thirst!
I just wanna call you,
and tell you how scared I am.
But I can’t seem to find the courage to pick up the phone and dial your number.
Please tell me you know what I mean, that you can hear my silent scream. Please tell me you can count my tears, who are hiding my fears.
I feel so alone even though I know I have you around me.
Days seem to last forever,
and my heart starts to beat faster.
I’m falling in love with you,
and all that scares me. Because I’m afraid that I will scare you too, just like I scare myself.
I want your thorns
Not just the sweet aroma
And soft plush
Of each and every petal
I want your thorns
I want to admire them
Sharpen them for you
In the silence of the night
I want your thorns
For sliding my fingertips
Across their acute edges
Exhilirates my blood
Any man can desire...
Only the bright colors
Only the fragrant allure
Only the bright bouquet
I know this rose
Her beauty is rare
But her true essence
Lies in her stem that is strong
And thorns that are sharp
Submerged in liquid secrecy
In the crystal vase of her soul
There, I abide with her.
While deceivers dance for the petals....
I want all of you.
I want your thorns.
Kuch Raaz jhijhakte alfazoon me,
Mere hothon se yu behh Gaye,
Kya rishta h tere zikr ka,
Meri syahi ke in panno se,
Ek rooh rooh sa tujhe,
Mehsoos mai Kiya karta hu,
Tere intezaar ke waqt me,
Mai waqt mehfoos rakhta hu...
AND SHARE WHAT MAKES YOU HAPPY!
Reading books, spending time with your loved ones! There can be a never-ending list. But if you ask this question to yourself when you feel low, it can make a world of difference for you!
Pro Tip: Try to make an individual happy everyday and the best part is you can start with yourself! ❤️
When I was the light, the world adored me.
Now that I've befriended the dark, they judge me.
But tell me how am I supposed to shine,
if I don't understand how to burn like the sun?
a gale of embers swept across the sky,
showers of gold flames scrawling our names
we are the constant dark,
the space between the stars,
indigo and iris ignited by silver flames
- ashley jane
I have been living
That i am not
Meant to be loved.
That i am a queer
An outcast in land of prince and princess.
My dreams were high
Hopes reached the sky
but i never caught up
What i did was never enough.
I have wondered
How people feel
The way they do
How do they live
You broke the spell
Charmed me to hell
Now i know selfless love
I believe in life
I have a purpose to live.
As she cries out in pain, shadows lurk atound the room, smiling and laughing at her demise. A small red stain lays on the carpet beneath her, growing little by little as another shadow hits her again. "How many years have passed since then?" She asks herself, her mind going fully blank as another lash hits her. Not capable of running away from her misery, she takes a sip from her coffee mug and gets up from the bench smiling, leaving the park for another wonderful day of murder.
Alluring almond eye's
Long Persian hair
In the garden she walks
Into her eye's I stare.
Blue into brown
Her eye's are
Shaded by limbs of lashes
Bearing the reflection of the stars
Let new dreams sail
Let beauty prevail
Aesthetics put aside
No eyes could realize
The newborn found inside
Oh ethereal soul,
This the beauty
we must aspire to see
I am taking a walk back through my past, through the faded lanes lined with fallen leaves, drenched in the dew of memories. After 7 years, my eyes seem clearer. What I see makes me happy. It’s probably that I have shed off the dregs and cobwebs that threatened to obscure all the brightness from what could be just life.
Life, in all its majesty, pleasure and pain, boredom and excitement, alternating, pulsating, stimulating. Who doesn’t want to live? Who doesn’t want to see? Who isn’t curious to indulge in this ecstasy?
Lots of love,