Sometimes when I look at you, I feel I’m gazing at a distant star.
It’s dazzling, but the light is from tens of thousands of years ago.
Maybe the star doesn’t even exist anymore. Yet sometimes that light seems more real to me than anything...
In my parallel universe somewhere I know we are living a happily ever after...
Understood my 'soul'
You know what.............
"DEPRESSION IS REAL"
"ITS NOT A GHOST"
"ITS A SADISTIC PSYCHO KILLER"
LURKING AROUND WITH A BIG LONG KNIFE
TO SLIT YOUR THROAT
DRINK YOUR OZZING BLOOD
AND SMILING LIKE A DRACULLA
ON ITS IMMENINT VICTORY
AND YOU ARE JUST LYING AROUND AND LIMPING
AND LOOKING HIM WITH YOUR SOON TO BE CLOSED EYES..
THE VISION GETTING BLURRED
AND YOU WITH ALL MIGHT WANT TO GRASP THE LAST BREATH TO SURVIVE..
BUT ALAS THATS THE LAST BREATH BEOFRE YOU DIE...
AND YOU DIE NOT ONCE BUT EVERY SINGLE DAY WITH THE SAME WAY..
HAHAHAHHAHAHA HAHAHAH HAHAHHA HAHAHA..
When there is a void in your soul,
It translates into a void in your day.
A mess of time wasted-mindless distraction, avoidance,endless daydreams.
There is a stagnation, one that digs a hole which in time ,will become your grave .
The casualty: your identity
You cease to feel like a person..
Until we have seen someone’s darkness, we don’t really know who they are. Until we have forgiven someone’s darkness, we don’t really know what love is.
I have slept with you all night long while the dark earth spins with the living and the dead, and on waking suddenly in the midst of the shadow my arm encircled your waist. Neither night nor sleep could separate us.”
Life is too short to be with someone who doesn’t truly see you, and appreciates what makes you unique.
What is life without my beloved?
The world looks deserted without my beloved.
My heart just wouldn't find peace without you .
The world knows everyone worships love ,
It just wouldn't listen
What is love?
The world is a fair
Life is a game
Love is life
Love is a fair
Love is worship...
Let's say in life if you are lucky ,
You get a couple of great freinds
The people who are right with you to the end.
You grow old together ,
See it all together
Do it all together,
Laugh and cry together...
Remembering what happens when falling in love is difficult..
When you fall out of love
You never forget that moment...
Suffer is pink
Solace is pink
Cure is pink
Remedy is pink
Dreams are pink
Nights are pink
Our gaze is pink
And so is our journey...
I drink wine from your eyes to my eyes...
My job is I will do for you ..
Erase myself for you....
In every garden a kid chases butterflies that are still hard to catch.
Who will say this mad kid..
Whatever you want to find in this world
Whoever finds it
Find it only in the mind
Eyes filed with dreams
There is no sleep and patience,
Whoever accepts this path
At every end there is a path
A sunny path burns the feet,
There's a turn but no shadow,
Seeker keeps on going..
There is no one.
Eyes filed with dreams
Don't have sleep and patience,
From far,everyone thinks it's sea
Is it water or sand?
Days are different Every day
Happiness is different and patience is different
But the eyes that see it are different.
Patience becomes mine
And happiness gets away
Eyes filled with dre...
Because in life there are no guarantees.
The only guarantee that a child has is the love of his parent.......
I may be pinned down by destiny again and again..
But every time the universe counts to 10, I will raise my hand , stand up ,roll my fist and punch my destiny back again..
Because I am a wounded boxer,.
Broken but not beaten..
The world thinks the heart is a toy..
But today I understood what means for a heart to be in love..
Don't let me fall from your eyes..
Even if I die do not forget me ever..
You stay in my eyes but you are far somewhere
But you are close to my heart and I know this is true..
O beloved this is a promise of your love...
All love is complex. Relationships are always tricky, attraction always mysterious...
Why am I on a illusion that I still love you??
You are dead on my mind ,but why are you alive in my heart...
How shall I stop my heart beating for you ,
Should I close my eyes for ever
Or sell my soul to a Satan ,
Who may torture my soul to such an extent
That our memories etched in my heart goes to oblivion...
Along the way of life
Someone must have sense
Enough and morality
Enough to cut off the Chain of hate.
This can only be done by projecting the ethic of love to the centre of our lives..
Martin Luther king Jr....