Do you know that feeling when someone wanted you to be part of them, but you wanted someone else?
It's a terrible feeling. It's like you losing control. Because you would want safety. Security. And yet, your heart tells you otherwise.
And it hurts, because if you care so much for the person, you would never want to hurt them. Yet you would end up doing that. Because you care, but not enough. Or care, but not the way they would have hoped you would.
This person could have given you a part of his world, or even the whole of it. Yet you stay grounded to where you are. Unable to move. Dying inside, with everything crumbling before your eyes. And still stuck. To that unrequited love. Perhaps...
Hating every second of it , thinking what to do with myself . Hope is something that hurts me but the thing that hurts the most is being silent when you need a person to talk to .
I don't know where you are and I don't think you'll ever find this.
The darkness is engulfing me.
Ever present, the fight persists. But what is the fight for?
I find myself beaten and tired, bleeding and bruised. A moment of clarity; just trying to discern who my foe is.
It's me. It's always been me. A decade old fight; pouring ever ounce of myself into both sides.
There's no victory, no truce, no absolution.
The battlefield changes you. Something I've always known, deep inside. There's no end to this. It takes you to a whole new playing field, somewhere that the average person cannot fathom;
And justly so.
No person should take a trip through this valley of ma...
If you are going through some pain and want to talk to someone or just want to share your thoughts about something, you can write to me and I would love to listen to you.
I love you whoever you are, for who you are.
Engulf me into your insanity and
let's rule this world with the power in our hearts!
Let's take the aide of our minds and let our strength become our support; our strong point.
Let us understand what's unclear, eliminate our fear and we,
shall stay afloat with our heads held high in these weakened clouds.
Y es que aquí me encuentro.
Donde siempre estuve.
Contigo en la mente y el corazón roto.
Es que no te puedo olvidar,¿como olvidar con quien me sentía libre y al mismo tiempo atrapada,con quien las horas eran segundos,con quien los besos eran como el más dulce de los chocolates,con quien los abrazo expresaban lo mucho que te extrañaba,con quien las llamadas eran de risas y más risas pero al mismo tiempo eran todo,eran todo y ahora solo me encuentro con mi soledad.
Mi única y mejor compañía.
The clouds are dark,
The walls are dripping,
Dreams are draining,
Memories are straining,
Thoughts venting out !!
Some days my heart,
Feels heavy with it,
The distant want,
The growing fear,
My heart is this Alone....
Lost? Broken? I am both.
Is it possible for a person to actually lose who they are? I mean a person goes from being a daughter and sister to a wife then a mother and along the way a friend to others. Can a person get so completely lost that they cant see a way back? Or broken...can life break a person that there is no putting them back?
Look deep inside and you will see a huge jagged crack. In my soul, on my heart and in who I am. I am broken. Yet I am lost. Lost to a world that now seems unrecognizable. I am here but not here.
I go through the daily routines.
wake the kids
hurry hurry time for school classes
back home to clean
go for the kids
I give you back everything you have given me
In this moment where finality dissoves
Under breaking capillaries and dying breaths
Hearts against hearts
Love against love
I give you all back,
For this vein is tired
Of finding ways to twist itself around
Spaces that diminish it
It doesn't know how to keep you anymore
My skin is a paper thin facade on the eggshells underneath
that keep piercing through everything
They are vigilants of the night
Trying to bring a dawn of death
To my doorstep, their stupor
Volatile against my redundant chest
Spoonfuls of blood, it blossoms
In my eyes
On your body, on your concrete
Leaving trails that lead to infinity
But never reveals where I have gone.
What does one wish for? Money,fame,happiness, love or freedom? It is so impossible to achieve all these without hurting ourselves. We loose ourselves when we step into adulthood a.k.a reality. Nothing seemed boundless when we were little and held our mama's or daddy's chubby finger. Ever wondered why the rain is so beautiful yet dark and sad? The sun gives us fake happiness to rise and shine but the rains teach us to brighten and freshen everything around us, after our departure. To make a statement to the world that "I may be dark and broken.... But I will never let that affect my duties". Helping the needy one and also who do not need. Pasting a s...
Where do you go, when the arms and the heartbeat you called home isn't there anymore?
# that untold story !
This story is about three characters who lives in the outskirts of Delhi ....
Lark , sandy , Jeff they were brothers ..... Lark was 6 years old ... And Jeff, sandy was both 5 years old ,
All of three of them was crazy for football , outside there house was suppose to be a small ground whether all of them used to go daily to play football , there parents got a football for them it was a loosen one ...But for them it was not less then a gem.!
All day long they used to play football ,,
Days passed and their love for football increased , Unaware of theirs situation that it will not going to be the same .....
And one DAY , PARENTS decided to tell their children about the...
Walking alone on solitude path. Felt every little silence alone, thought about you with every passing second but you were no where.
You let me down.
I Give Up This
I give up this
it is remiss
are there but
to dwell in past
only leads to
a cast of endless
shadows that lead
to emptied hearts
and battered shards.
Wishing for only
guides to unending
strides into implosion.
I hide it well
this empty shell
of anger and farewell.
looking into self
there is a hole
the goal is blackness
and forgetting that one
moment is best left.
Sentada em frente ao mar
O sol estava tão belo
O mar estava tranquilo
E o nosso amor tão lindo, mas distante.
Você aí e eu aqui.
Um tão longe do outro
E ao mesmo tempo tão junto.
Um sopro do mar fez tudo se distanciar
Tudo virar o inverso
O amor já não era mais o mesmo
Pelo menos não o meu
Foi tudo tão lindo e acabou sem ter um final.
Please don't tell me this is it.
Don't tell me that this is all there is.
En una noche inesperada y un vagabundo pasaba, nadie se percataba, pues para el mundo no era nada donde solo algunas personas criticaban, pues solo se asqueaban al ver su desgastado ropaje, pero nadie lo añoraba, lo único que admiraban era un destello brillante de una espada dorada, pero nadie recordaba que era el último guerrero que su vida dio por el pueblo que la espalda le dio.
"Alone : A Musing"
I don't want to be alone tonight
Even though I have these stars above me twinkling like they always have wanted to tell me one day I'll be one of them.
I don't want to be alone tonight
Even though the breeze flows past, trying to tell me it will hold my hand when I need.
I don't want to be alone tonight
Even though these feelings inside me redirect my thoughts to my self existence, trying to make me realize I am there for me too.
I still don't want to be alone.
Tonight, when you are trying to tell me I must must move on when I don't want to.
I am not alone, strings of our memories will never allow me to...
Voices echo around the room, passing right by me.
I know these people, but their words mean nothing.
They talk about things I should understand.
But I feel as though I’m sinking into the couch and out of their lives.
I’m not sure they’d notice if I were gone.
I’m not sure they know that I’m here. I’m not sure that I am here.
He lived a busy life in the city. But he was never truly happy and he knew something was missing.
One night he walked up the hill overlooking his city. The thousands of lights couldn't brighten his mood though with all those bright lights, he feels he is surrounded by shadows and the faint sounds of voices.
He would lie back and think to himself until the day one of the shadows will fade away. Since it seems the shadow handcuffs him and drag him to a door she had never noticed before and proceeded to push the man through it.
The shadow led him and for the first time living in the city he felt safe and excited to be exploring the world outside of his cocoon. He was quickly far from the do...