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Oh well as soon as I read the theme-sorry ...I knew whom I wanna say .
This letter is to my heart ...
Strong yet delicate.
I'm in my twenties but I feel I have seen it all. It's been a while I made a concious good effort to keep my heart from breaking.
My dear loving heart ... I know you have gone through a lot ..and probably there's more bigger waves in life we gotta tackle but I really wanna say sorry to you .
For not protecting you well enough.
For giving you away easily .
For sometimes wearing you on my sleeves and wandering in the streets ..just to feel the feeling of love.
Though I did try to maintain your essence but I have failed.
I hope as they say time heals everything...
So it's been a while ...I haven't written anything...
It's kinda I have writer's block on.
I'm just wondering how difficult it gets ...the words don't even come out or they aren't even present ..how could one go blank ..
I'm trying to get over this black out phase ... at least starting with this letter. It's funny yet real ..how things around us changes the way we used to be n our mind has no more words left ..it just wants to be left to peace for God's sake .
Why is it so difficult to find someone ..and like them for exactly who they are? Is it really necessary to compromise n let go certain things or should we go ahead and find someone exactly how we like?
Men do mistakes.
Then complain about women blaming them !
How the hell do they even get the daring to blame women after themselves making mess?
Such a hypocritical world.
Blame her for blaming! After all she's just a woman, inferior to "men".
What shall I
Say about you.
Our red love ...
Made my black
Days that were sunny...
Turned into blue dread.
In my poetry
There's always you.
Be it start or the end...
You are my muse.
You may not live right next to me...
But it's your living in my heart that
Spills the emotions and holds the key.
Nobody can take his place ...
Can't give him his place back either.
Trust once broken is difficult to mend.
Now that you have left ...
My heart has become empty.
But it's heavy.
So heavy as if the weight of whole world is within.
I thought you as the star of my life...
But you ended like a meteorite.
Creating dents and leaving me hollow.
I don't know what to do with you ....
To keep you by my side
And let myself burn...
Or to let you go
And lose my brightness.
Beware of deceivers in the form of friends and well wishes.
There's a difference between people who care n people who are curious.
Not everyone who ask about you mean good for you.
Whenever she starts thinking about him,
She re reads his last message to her.
The message that proved her right ...
The message with yet another set of lies...
Yet another set of shameless deeds.
The message with blames to cover up his fucked up behavior ...
The message which assured her... That she definitely didn't deserve him.
The message with nasty intention to conclude his part of being a jerk.
The message with conviction of losing everything ...
The message as a sign to her that even if she wanted to , she shouldn't go back to a weak man.
I guess the problem lies in not caring , taking for granted .
Once men get a yes...
Once 'the chase' ends...
Men stop making efforts, or probably make lesser efforts to keep their partners happy.
Remember the first day you met n week following it...
Now remember the day you felt he's diverting,hiding n get all wrong vibes ...
And the following week...
It's always about efforts...not just by words ..but by action. Staying true to your words needs guts.
I sit and recall ...
Had you not lied
Had you not lied again...
Had you had guts to be
The man you said .
Everything was perfect ...
We would spend the nights crazy...
Have morning coffees..
Had you just not lied ...
And kept your words.
Had you been the man ...
You ought to be.
Everybody deserves a second chance.
We are not known by what we do...
But how we rise given a chance after a fall.
If something wrong is done first time...its called mistake.
If same thing wrong is done for second time...its called intentional mistake. Wherein a person isn't ready to change. Repeated actions are indication of intentional doing. Such behavior cannot be trusted or given a chance.
But it didn't quench the thirst of heart.
Rather brought a drought to soul.
Life is an oxymoron.
Something between days you live and death you deal with.
Living each day while waiting your death.
As she stood by the window...
Her eyes caught the sudden bolt in the sky.
She wondered how alike her condition is.
A thunder had striked her heart again.
A breach , disrespect , disregard of her words, her vulnerabilities .
The secrets shared, the desired described...all in disdain .
Instead of allowing the space, she was confined n questioned about her nature.
Yet another disappointment.
But she will grow again , not losing hope of meeting the real soulmate who will never remind of her pain n heal her through mere presence.
If you cannot understand a person , let the person be.
Don't question his nature .
Don't question his patience.
Don't question his ways n methods .
Everybody has their own way of dealing things.
If someone is healing , recovering and you cannot add to it, atleast don't make them feel weak about it.
When it comes on own stability, others are expected to understand n support , but when it comes to others, you point fingers.
How difficult it is for someone to open up sometimes ...
How hard it is for someone to gain trust again...
How painful it is for someone to know the intimacy shared is breached...
The words , secrets, inhibitions shared weren't understood even after acknowledging them repeatedly .
It's like fuel to already ongoing fire inside...
Instead of understanding, person is accused n questioned about faithfulness.
Better to be by yourself...
Atleast your heart won't break. Again.
Try avoiding the worldly chaos ...Probably be somewhere near nature ...
Where wind blows through your face n clouds float above.
Birds fly in troops and leaves murmur a hym.
That's when your heart will smile ...
Cheek to cheek.
And you will find peace.
To be honest ...I don't know if anything at all around me is true or real.
It seems like some kinda mirage or illusion .
People working 9 to 5... Working their ass off then retiring and waiting for death , though fearing n avoiding death at the same time.
What's the purpose ? Where's the purpose ? Something just doesn't adds up to me. If anyone has any viewpoints about this , do share .
Is it right to ask a handicapped person to cheer up remembering the days he had healthy body?
No right ?
Then how can you ask someone to cheer up from past memories when the present needs solution rather than seeking comfort in bygone?
It feels so good to be back again!
I was missing this place so much . Now that my exams are over , I will be active. Hope everyone's doin good.
I'm having exams in few days ...I got prep break . So I will be going off grid for about a month (if I keep myself away from this app🙈)
Wish n pray me luck please ..it's my final n last year ... 9 subjects!! ..phew. 😣
Miss me 😝
My maa 💗
The woman who is my world.
Maa= warm blanket of love
Unbiased, unprejudiced , non judgmental.
Someone who always thinks, wishes n prays for my betterment, my happiness , my safety. (Even in sleep! I swear she worries n thinks about me at night , wondering what she would prepare for breakfast n lunch next morning that I would like to eat 😌)
Damn, as I write.. I'm smiling n my heart is pumped with love .
She has taught me so much ! There's always something new I learn ,when everyday I sit with her after dinner.
My mumma is working lady . So I always wait n look forward to see her , the way her eyes light up seeing me after tiresome long day. And of course the bear hug follows .💞
I look ahead now.
Strong and determined.
Nothing can break my soul n heart.
The dark clouds have gone.
I'm the thunder now.
I let the good wind blow through my hairs.
My life is beautiful now.
I can't believe I overcame through these
And I'm now at peace.
Smiling cheek to cheek
And the red lips...
I'm new me.