|life comes in like waves, u can either hold on and live with what it gives and takes away or you can let go,and let it take you to a whole new place.❤|
Please dont call crying a weakness. We all have our outlets. We all feel with dfferent intensities. In your anger you burst out you lash out, you scream. You hurt somebody.
I shout out everything i have to say and burst into a cloud of tears, its not wrong, it doesnt hurt anybody. Its easier, its lighter. I have no guilt then. But i come back home and mom sits next to me and says hon, you have to be strong you cant cry like that in front of the people who hurt you it makes them feel like they won. And when she puts it this way she doesnt sound wrong. So im up all night still crying blinking a the speed of light begging my mind to stop thinking for this one moment and be positive like my SO s...
There was always a 'you'. A you in every song, every thought, every whisper, every dream, on every street, on the metro, at the corner of the corridors, every movie, every tune, sometimes even in hues when i spent hours thinking about the guy in the red t shirt. Even the sentences that begun with an 'I' always ended with a 'you'. At each turnabout there was somebody that i named 'you'.
The possesiveness of this pronoun always got the best of me. It held on to me. Kept me at my closet for hours, wondering, what piece of clothing has the authenticity and grace, sorry i Euphamised, has the audacity and drips the right proportion of confidence to please the dear heart that belongs to the 'you' o...
For the Feminists' 101 : according to Nathaniel Hawthorne 1850, The Scarlet letter A, if your husband is a douchebag, then adultery ain't a sin, it's Feminism.
- kay malhotra
Your sins speak through your silhouettes
So you let down your silk-soft,
What shouldn't be said through words.
Funny thing fame is. You want it bad. It comes with its share of perquisites. People willing to work for you, the money, the acknowledgement, the fickle kindness and admiration. It's too tempting to ignore. Till you see the dark side.
There are people killing each other for your attention.
There are people calling you names, your dignity is threatened.
Every moment somebody is scrouching for dirt in your personal lives. You know you can live without any covers or completely hide.
I don't know what I want anymore.
Fame is dangerous and a love for it is a suicide mission.
They have told me to wear my pain with pride. To synthesize a net around myself made of fabrics impervious to negativity and opinions of other people.
I am yet to find the courage to do so.
I have been unkind to others in my state because I couldn't pick myself up so I had to let go of any hopes of lifting them up.
The 'they', I mentioned above, who gave that beautiful advice are few such people I couldn't help in my times of trouble.
Their kindness is what pushes me more. For now, it's my responsibility to pick myself up and be stronger for them, for another time, they may fall down. I mustn't back out because of my short comings. I owe them strength and I shall have to save myself to save t...
I have sought some courage to write to Myself because my inability to express my emotions has weighed me down.
I finally have to say it.
It's been more than 2 years since I last produced something worthwhile.
I was cramped up in the past, held fast by worries about tomorrow, which I have put in trouble because I have not taken care of my health.
It takes 90 days to develop a lifestyle.
It took 90 snoozes to completely shatter any hopes I had to catch hold of my life.
I am not a troubled person. I am not saddened by what life has given me. Yet, I always find myself cribbing over something I'm not fortunate enough to have. I was somebody else. I used to wake up at 5 am, go for long walks, wri...
We're too twined or braided to
Ever tell who is who.
Melt me, melt you
Watch two fine things burn blue.
Ocena colored flames,
Of two lives and same sins.
Melt me and melt you
For the world played
a wicked game,
Made us two separate
Glasses of champagne.
So melt me, melt you
And you'll see,
Of the same booze.
I'm Benjamin Buttoning at heart!
From dealing with heartbreak at 14,
To 17 years of age and a new found love for unicorns and stars.
- Khushi malhotra
Please Words don't seclude me from your dear comfort?
I've lost direction.
I'm in search for a new perspective.
Maybe you and I could twist things a little bit, we'll go something like this-
I blow, you counter.
I'll pour out what's beckoning me,
You sweeten it by outweighing my negativity with hope in enormous quantities.
Let's ship big dreams back into my temporal memory, silly, I tend to forget too easily.
- Khushi Malhotra
I am not my thoughts.
I am barely defined by yours.
The definition of my state of mind
That you put in psychological terms,
is the aftermath of my weary circumstances.
No, but I am my action. I am what I did to you. Angel or a devil, my action is nothing but a repercussion of the circumstances you put me through.
Kehne de mujhe kyunki kuch baten andar rakhi zeher lagti hai.
Kehne de mujhe, kuch cheeze band shareer mn keher barasti hai.
Kehne de mujhe, mere bade sheher ke bade sapne, meri har umeed, pinjere mn band lagti hai.
Jo dil mn baat hai voh tum Samajh sako? Yeh ho sakta hai. Par kuch keh kar dil ko sukoon de sako, yeh tumhare bus ki baat ni.
Kuch kehna toh tha tumse, par chodo, mere itne bure halat nahi.
- Khushi Malhotra
Kehte hai Jo tum krte ho vahi bhugadte ho.
Bohot bhugad liya.
Chalo firse kuch krte hai🌸
I'll render the alchemy of space
And Melt the brittle strings of fate.
No echo of distrust would pass the mantle ;
Solid love doesn't shake.
- Khushi Malhotra
There's a question that weighs heavy on my heart.
So if the planets align right and you and I bare our souls in a meaningful conversation,
I'd like to ask,
Darling, When did love become so convenient?
Come in for a day,
unpack this baggage you carry,
of low self esteem and the fears and the needs. Id turn on the shower, you can go in first, wash away the corridors of tears amidst the dirt on your face.
I'll wait outside with a warm blanket and a cup of your favourite tea that smells like flowers.
A Bed with white fairy lights for stars and curtains pouring frail moonlight and a soft pillow would be all yours for the day.
I'd play something soothing to keep your heart engaged.
We'd laugh a little first, so that you can shed your skin.
I'd hold your hand and you can then let it out and redeem yourself. You can rest your head on my lap and you'll feel my hand brushing your hair gently i...
I don't know how and why did the world come up with the conclusion that a heartbreak was just mean and wrecking and a sad story?
Every day when I see myself fighting and standing strong, sure to not to pretend or hide, I only smile when it's genuine.
I haven't seen any moment so beautiful in my life. How grief so beautifully connects the grief-stricken.
Imagine you saw a painting of a horrid horrid scene but you see it painted and you feel it as though it's real, don't you love it?
Don't you love it more than the happy scenes which are prone to breaking?
You see, damage is a part of life and it's utterly beautiful. You feel something so astoundingly larger than your o...
The subtle alchemy behind love is locked away in a treasure chest.
It is solely found in what you treasure.
Pinning with Unrequited love for that human being,
wasn't your reckoning.
It was the pitfall,
the depth from where your love begins.
"6 months ago,
All of you went down with an explosion. You're still dealing with it and the fire hasn't been put out.
So tell me something,
How do you manage to water somebody else's burning?
How do you recollect the pieces, stretch a smile, lend a hand and hope to save somebody else?" he asked.
To which I could only say,
" Patience,is the only card I play. "
So here's what it feels like,
It's 3 am, you lie there in bed with good music for company.
You thought you were far from home,
But you can feel it here.
Parts of you that forgot,
Start to breathe again.
You know it now, somehow,
You can feel something again.
For one fine morning,
The cold drifts away.
No coffee, no knitted sweaters,
No picture to capture today,
Just you and your bare soul,
You've let go. On the inside, at least you want to.
But it's your veins, your cells, your very existence that still calls out to them.
Hold me close.
I'll cradle in your arms.
Let me morph your body into my sanctum. For you are where I began,
And You may become where I end.
"oh! I shouldn't forget to tell you this!
If I close my eyes, I might dream that my wonderland with you was just a dream and waking up, I might cry.
But don't worry, you can kiss me then.
The pluck of your lips would awaken the buriest unfelt affection and then I'd be fine. "
I'm sorry if you're hearing the heart beat too loud, my heart doesn't beat the same with the universe flowing in my veins.
I want to be the last one to msg,
So if you mean the same,
Just blink three times,
And send blinked.
And I'll know~
" Eat better, run more. Squat more. Sleep earlier. Wake up earlier. Make a good breakfast. Drink water. Eat fruits. Read books. Adventure. Talk less, Listen more. Feel deeper. Love better. Open your eyes. Experience life, be happy."