Bueno es saber que los vasos
nos sirven para beber;
lo malo que no sabemos
para que sirve la sed.
¿Dices que nada se pierde?
Si esta copa de cristal
se me rompe, nunca en ella
beberé, nunca jamás.
Dices que nada se pierde
y acaso dices verdad,
pero todo lo perderemos
y todo nos perderá.
Antonio Machado 🎇
Subah subah maa darwaaza khol kar room mein aayi.
"Utho bhi ab. Papa nahi to gussa karenge. Kitni der sogi . Isliye kaha tha raat mein der tak mat jaga karo. Aur phir phone to tumhaara band hi nahi hota. Ab utho. Bai bhi aane ko hai. "
S:Ummm ...Maaa. ..
Maa:"Batao kya khaaogi?"
S:Mumma yaar. ..Abhi to uthi hun...Subah subah khaane ko kaun poochta hai...
Maa:Acha chalo naha lo. Main khaana banati hun..Khaaogi kya bata to do...
S:Ghar mein kya hai ?
Maa:Jo bologi ban jaayega. .
S:Umm chalo paav bhaji..
Maa:Arey vo nahi ho paayega ...
S:Hahaha. Mumma .. daal chawal bana do. Kha lenge..
I open my eyes. It's not where I thought I have slept. It's a small room. Two more people sleepin on their b...
As the number of people that have mobile phones is rapidly increasing so is the number of mobile addicts. It has become a threat to our lives. Many diseases come along with this addiction like cervical, depression, back-ache. We have become potato couches. This addiction has also affected our concentration level and reduced the capacity of our memory. We youngsters are spoiling our future by misusing this gadget. Knowing the consequences we still use it for long hours. Most phone addicts will experience phantom vibrations that their phone is ringing but it is not. Actually these were invented to make life easier. Today there are some people that do not have a life because they do n...
I was your silence.
I was your simplicity and sense of belonging that carried you into the morning fog.
I was the whistles in the wind that whsipered your greatest thoughts to you, in spite of your beautiful destruction.
I was your creation.
I was your smile at night and your breath of relief. I was the colors and the fog and the hand that held you when you fell. In the end, I was the monster pulsing through your veins, the blood that pumped straight to your heart, straight to your heart. . .
I am the bottom of the bottle.
I am the end to your perfection.
I breathed your smoke like it was the air I needed to survive. Darling, you kept me alive.
It's that time of year again
When I am forced to acknowledge
That you actually exist
As a little girl you were my hero
Or so I thought
The cool dad
Who did everything with us
The young looking dad
Who I was proud to call mine
But come to find out
You only spent that time
To hide away with your bottle
Without a care
As to the consequences
It may have had on us
So now I know
That you're just a drunk
With an undeserved title
So yeah, Happy Father's Day. JD
*Dear Dad* Father Part XXIV
To lettrs; those who they themselves are addicts and those affected by addiction,
I'll start this letter with a recently learned way to introduce yourself to a group.
My name is Royalty. I'm an addict.
I would like to share a quote. I do this in an attempt to set the tone of this letter. "Be kind, for everyone you meet is fighting a battle you know nothing about." - Wendy Mass
I have used Methamphetamine for 15 years. I have been both a functioning addict (if there is such a thing) and a degenerate addict.
As a degenerate, I was a leech. Begging and borrowing, selling and trading my belongings to get high. I took more than I gave in every relationship I had; friend, kin, or romant...
He stepped out of the door and took the case out of his pocket. He rapped the unopened pack on his palm and deftly flipped it open. A tinge of silver shone in the sunlight as he took the cigarette out and put it in his mouth. He let it stay there for a while. It was not like the initial days when he was always in a hurry. He savoured the raw smell and then struck the match.
With a deep breath he let the nicotine burn his insides till it stimulated the dopamine in his brain. The pleasure was not easy to seek. The more he puffed the more he needed it. He held the cigarette loosely between his index and middle finger and gazed at the ember on the tip. He took a puff of smoke in...
I am resilient to all of the scourging of life's pain and direct encounters; only because of the muscle that beats in my thoughts. It's unmeasurable.
I am inferior to the threat of death and have cheated life. I am deep love, even in the eyes of the revengeful and the broken hearted.
I am enlightened by care free personality and the power of gifting, and by gifting I mean in the form of the intangible. Your eyes, your words, your thoughts, your heart have no power over me. The impression you leave me with is the only thing with any weight at all.
I have abandonment issues and hate to be lonely but too much of anything is a bad thing and I have a history with addiction so if everyt...
All of my impulses were shot with the bullets from the handgun held by the Devil himself.
All of my pain endured was a bargain with God.
Sugar makes one sweet
I drink coffee without it
You get the picture?
#Sugar #MayCBFChallenge #3LinesADay
The chainsmoker gave a hollow laugh on seeing the trophy he won in school for giving a speech on "How Tobacco kills".
That day he realised that he never wanted to be a smoker but life forced him to be one.
Skylark Challenge 88
You are like a parasite
Crawling in and out
And under our skin
Only showing your strength
During our weakness
Your hold will atrophy
While we fight back
With grit and determination
Leaving us in control
To take back our lives. JD
#parasite #atrophy #crawling #grit
Sometimes Lisa paints her face to look like a Panda but usually ends up looking like gene Simmons. Nancy distracts the cashier while her crew handle camera duty. Their souvenir's include an overabundance of surveillance footage and more chips than they knew what to do with. Stealing almost every bag in the store became a tradition. Hot Cheetos served as a treat for their victims. An exceptionally hilarious form of entertainment is feeding time. When the tracker realized he had stepped on a Hot Cheeto, he knew it was the them then immediately regurgitated his last meal.
The MEAN TEAM parks their van at a diner as Gina's shift is about to end. She notices blood on her patron's collar while refilling his coffee. With his eyes resting on a pack of cigarettes, he thinks about Gina's ass and his partner's cleavage. Fred, Nancy, Lisa, and Ralph pass his booth as their laughter fills the diner. They take their seats at a table in the corner of the room. Fred notices blood under his nails then heads to the restroom. Nancy is prepared to order for him if necessary. Lisa asks Ralph if he wants to share a milkshake. With a stolen family photo in one hand, he asks the fun blonde what flavor she would like. She waits until he has a mouth full of water before responding w...
Weathered and worn
Of self abuse
Inside a bottle
He drinks more
His downward spiral
Into the depths
I invoke your darkest desires
I entice your lustful ways
I breathe in your innocence
And exhale your wicked sins.
I take your mind to sweet paradise
And drag your heart through endless hell.
You worship my existence
Yet I'm the abomination of your hope and dreams.
You created me and let me inside you
And I'm yours forever.....
I am your vice
Haiku Challenge 10
Sorry for the delay!!!
I know it's been a while, but, life.................
Anyway, here is a new #HaikuChallenge
This may (or may not) be the toughest one yet. A lot to think about and fill in - most of two lines. Consider what you think of as a stigma and fill in the 2nd and 3rd lines accordingly.
The challenge is posted below and my original haiku (as posted this morning) is below that for ideas. You can change "you are" to "it is" in the first line, if it works better for you. Can't wait to see what you all come up with.
You can use as many words as you want/need, as long as you fill the correct syllable count to do so (explanati...