To my whimsical aeon ,
...blushing , he presented the biggest rose 🌹
“It is too big and will overshadow my dress . Besides i have received another proposal for ball tonight.”
Distraught, the boy left and threw the rose into the gutter, where it was immediately crushed by a passing carriage.
And he returned to his books, which had never asked him for anything he could not provide.
That was my life ; I am the nightingale who gave everything and died while doing so.
no one knows the name of god but god.
one day i sat down with god and asked,
what should i call you?
god replied, haven’t many people told you my name?
yes, i said, but they are not god.
and god smiled.
may i ask you your name, i said.
and god smiled.
is your name Yaweh, i asked,
or is it Allah?
is it Shiva, or Vishnu, or Ra?
is your name Indra,
or is your name Zeus?
is it Mithras or Rashnu or Mars?
is your name Venus,
or is your name Maeve?
is your name Ormazd, or Jesus, or Baal?
should i call you Maker,
or should i call you King?
should i call Mother, or Father, or Lord?
should i call you Truth,
or should i call you Love?
should i call...
not sure if im mistaking platonic love for the beginnings of romantic love.
been so long since ive had someone i feel this comfortable and happy with.
know i cant ask. i cant mess this up but i feel so sick for revelling in our conversations.
can only dream of being more then friends. i know her standards and god, im not that. ill never be that.
deserves someone so much more then i can ever be.
At the end of the road
I saw him ..holding someone's else hand
I will not interrupt him forever however I need just one reason before I cry.
Tell me just one reason for your IGNORANCE
Tell me just one reason for your ARROGANCE
Tell me just one reason for your PAINFUL BEHAVIOUR
Tell me just one reason for your selfish act
Tell me just one reason for your happiness without Me
Tell me just one reason for your silent good bye to your wife...
Tell me just one reason for standing AT THE END OF THE ROAD...
LEAVING ME ALONE FOR FOREVER...
Christmas has become,
My Scariest Nightmare..!
I'm gifted with more than i deserve,
Within the next christmas,
Says you don't deserve it anymore..!
Please Gift Based On their Allowed Limits..!
Don't Steal Back the gifts once gifted..,
The best way to say goodbye
Is not to tell you
and never to see you.
The Time Of Our Lives
The selfish clock tocks
in it's own quest
But why should time,
for me, rest?
Steeled body and
a soul inert
Albeit the world
conspires to shatter the heart
Sorrow brims up
like poison in my veins
Oh life, let loose, let loose,
your wanton reins...
Everybody knows breaking the bonds is hard
But there's another side to it, it will be easy once u reach your breaking point, everybody excludes you, they do nothing except breaking ur trust. Dec 12 the day i forgot everybody my friends, a sister and a girl. It felt bad because i did nothing wrong maybe it was karma i don't think thats a possibility. Whatever it was, today i will be breaking the last bond by deleting the 50+ poem, lyrics, stories i wrote. It all happened due to her i do not have any ispiration to write as of now, i am just writing some shitty things so i will stop for now.
Your door to a success isn’t shut by failures or mistakes, but rather by giving up hope on your efforts and yourself.
What is family?
A collection of blood relatives, or
people who were once
If you'd have asked me ten years ago,
I'd have answered:
I came from a big family,
we did everything together,
We traveled "in a pack,"
so people told us,
with booming laughter echoing,
As the black sheep, I felt
out of place.
Yet, they gave me a reason to believe
They gave me a reason to believe
I was important enough
to have around.
A reason to believe
I'd have them
I don't believe anymore.
The pack turned into a ship of rats,
and I was the...
Years and years of dreams, so close,
standing in front of a stranded building
empty window panes and the wind, making the symphony of past, almost.
Meeting with nothing but time and thoughts of yesterday, today and tomorrow. Diving deep into the soul,
drowning. Nobody heard him,
he still lay there moaning.
Lost in the ocean of beauty in pain,
a great but seldom pleasure throught the lane.
Thinking back in time, long ago, when solitude was his strength, not being alone.
My life has come up to a point where i am hating myself. Everyone is really concerned and worried about me. But i am unable to return the favor. It's just that i want to be alone but i also don't want to be alone my whole life has become a paradox. I just want to smile for once, I just want to feel alive.
Dear whoever you are,
Tonight, I'm sad and I feel horrible. My mood became shitty ever since yesterday. What happened? Well, it was the viewing of our social experiments that got me. One group performed an experiment about hugs, and one of the placards had "I'm depressed, will you hug me?" written on it. And the one who held it is someone I know to have actual depression like me.
It wasn't the first time for me to be envious of the girl. The first time was when my friend asked me about side effects of antidepressants because the girl, who happened to be her roommate, was feeling bad. I wanted to help. Really. But at the same time, deep inside, I thought, "When I kept talking abou...
And some nights just pass by, Wondering what you would ever say,
if you heard me mumble to you
"no! Am not okay"
Y así pasé de una tarde sin nada que hacer, a un carrete con los compañeros de colegio. Tras una simple llamada que no era esperada, se acepta para volver a ser invitada, al dudar del atuendo llevado, plata pasada por los viejos, se preguntó una vez por el primo de confianza, se dice que él estará, y un incomodo viaje al lugar acordado, en el que la vieja no disimulaba en mirar las conversaciones desde el asiento de atrás con el amigo que poco mide sus palabras. A la aclaración repetitiva de los viejos y de alguno que otro amigo por el teléfono, de no tomar nada, y estar atenta.
Se llegó bien tarde, media hora para la media noche, pero para los pares de amigos era bien temprano y aquel amigo ...