You're almost 20 and I'm almost 17. Crushing on you was silly on my part. But who can blame me when I didn't know much about you when it started. You were just the random guy in a blue suit walking across the hall. And I was the tiny person who was just through with a breakup ; desperately trying to get over her ex.
Why is this letter addressed to you? Because for the one whole year that I crushed on you , the one whole year I tried to keep the conversation interesting while finding out more and more about myself, the one whole year where you'd inspire me and motivate me intentionally or unintentionally, the one whole year where I grew as a person and you helped ; I was ...
Why am I so enamored with you?
The thought of you alone makes me smile and my head swoon.
To see you every time brings butterflies alive in my stomach.
To touch you feels like a gift from the Heavens that I can't believe I have been given.
To lay with you, is a blissful mix of good and evil, passion, lust, and love.
Love? Is that the potion that has taken over my mind, body and spirit?
I have loved before but never been overcome like this.
Have I really loved before then or has it only been a desire to love?
After all my years, have I never really known what it is to truly love?
I have been loved, that I am sure of, but have I never really loved until now? Have I?
Happiness isn't something you can get in your hands ;
It's something you carry always in your myogenic heart .
Be happy !!
Ask not for eternal love today; better still , pray
that you might be the presence of Love today.
Ask not for kindness today ; better still, pray
that you might be the presence of Kindness today .
Don't be depressed ; that 'snt your Time ,
Don't cursed ; that 'snt your fate ,
Don't be feel down; that'snt your Aim !!
sometimes harsh ; sometimes f*ck !!
Let the people goes for other duck !!
The Present is here , now !!
Cheers Aim Focus Beat !! Now it's time to hit !!
Unwan Qazi ✏
Because it all starts well, I remember the day we met. The tranquility of the scene and the scent of your hair, I remember the way you looked at things and the bubbly curiosity you had. It was the way I would think of ways to make you happy, that made me fall for you. I replay the car ride back from the beach each night before bed. Silly me thinking I had been blessed, for you were a lesson harder to swallow than my pride. I remember the way I felt at the beginning, but most of all I remember the fall. I remember the fall that went lower than the depths of hell, I remember the burn. I still feel the charr in my skin the sensation of pain is nothing but an illusion to the reality of emptiness....
When and where I lost my shining star...
Beyond any bonds was my friendship, a bit second spend was cherishable with that star...
People around were strangers before the star showed me up...
It was a joy ride
The brightest star on my night sky, though never got perfect solution of my problem from him...but it felt incomplete without speaking out to him...
A pious bond we shared beyond thoughts...gossips never mattered to this bond;
a faithful epitome it was...
Night sky was deamed, dark, calm with those diamonds embedded and my star...
The walk with him was soo joyful...a wish come true...
That night clouds got jealous, by no reason it densed up, fading the view...
Oh! What a black moan i...
July 29, 2016
I wish i am a traveller who sings and plays guitar all the way long and make people listen my words and wish i could solve their problems..!!
It can be water, it can be your soul
From your experiences, your identity can be this
Being bitter is just a self-defense mechanism
But being cold to others can make them feel this
It isn't your fault that you were hurt
But it was your choice to fall in love and risk it all
Being hurt can make you gain strength or make you stuck on the tracks
But it is your choice to fight or live on
Taking revenge is the best thing to do
To your past self, who never knew how to love him/herself.
Secrets Of The Dark
As her lips murmured on, the rapidity and aggression increasing as time passed, his anxiety built up, and his nervousness increased. He had to do something – now! This was getting way out of control.
She had been asleep by his side for quite some time, but she was not really sleeping. Her brow was pulled together, her face seemed to be in pain and her eyes were tightly shut. Her lips were constantly saying something inaudible –almost like a chant, and her legs kicked at something invisible to Aryan’s eyes. Yes, she was not entirely asleep; she had been having nightmares every time she tried to relieve her tired eyes and weary body from the pain of being forced into beco...
"Are you there?",she thought as she lit the lantern .
As a moon watched the sun kissing the cold horizon.
And came the twilight,
Dear best friend,
Over a year ago I met my true best friend that I have been searching for all along... She walked into my life and became one of the most important person to me... I sit here every single day and think what would my life be like if I would of never of message her that one night because I don't think I could ever image my life without her in it.. She is one of the greatest human beings I have ever met she goes out of her way for other she puts others before herself.. As the days go by I never regret becoming her best friend because there is no one on this earth that ever could mean so much to me because she truly one of a kind.. And my life has been better ever si...
Dear World - Happy Saturday. How are you today? I did a past-life reading for a woman I know through Facebook. Have you ever had a past-life reading? They can be very helpful in getting over habits or phobias, or understanding relationship or individual patterns. In this person's case, she had spent many lives as an aristocrat in Europe and other places, without much thought for the people who supported her lifestyle. Those lives culminated in a life that ended with her beheading during the French Revolution, and sparked a series of lives in the 19th century that were as brief and brutal as her previous lives had been long and indulgent. Between 1810 and 1890, this person incarnated at...
So many years went by
So many things changed
So many people came
So many people went
His feelings were still the same
Just hiding it a little better than he did.
A poem for her...!
somewhere between her brown eyes i fell in love with her again..!
somewhere between her useless talk I fell in love with her again..!
somewhere between her deep silence I fell in love with her again..!
somewhere between her over excitement about things,😜 i fell in love with her again..!
somewhere while holding her hand i fell in love with her again..!
sometimes I think.
every time watching her i fell in love with her again..!
I was seventeen when I looked at the moon for the first time.
It had always been there. In the background, among the stars, shining only to catch a glimpse of my attention. But one particular night, as I walked my dog down a Florida suburb street, I found myself actually looking at the moon. I remember it was so bright that night--brighter than all of the stars combined. It called to me the way a newborn's cry calls to its mother.
As I stared at the moon, I wondered who else was staring at it, too. Someone in London or Paris, in Dubai or Russia. I wondered if someone was walking their dog under the same moon, or causing war under the same moon, or making love under the same moon.
Darse cuenta que se termino la relación y actuar acorde a ello; es darse cuenta de lo que se tiene porque tarde o temprano se va a perder. Es darse cuenta del tiempo, de la juventud, del ahora. Es darse cuenta en este momento, porque es entonces cuando se debe aprovechar y disfrutar.
Mi hermana, quien aún me visita por las noches, me ha confesado que quien la asesinó fue mi madre...
Mi madre, sigue diciéndome que yo jamás he tenido una hermana.