धूप गुनगुनी नही हैं , धूप तेज भी नही है ,धूप छूने से नई लग रही है , पहली धूप है बड़ी सुखद लग रही है , कड़ाके की सर्दी के बाद हमें ये धूप बड़ी अच्छी लगती हैं ,लगता है ये धूप ही बनी रहें ,धीरे धीरे ये धूप बड़ी होगी , धीरे धीरे ये हमें बुरी लगने लगेगी और जून जुलाई के महीने तक हमें धूप से भली बरसात लगने लगती है फिर हमें नई सर्दी की प्रतीक्षा रहती है , लगभग हमें हर चीज की अति हज़म नही होती बस फेसबुक छोड़ ,यहां हमें अति नही लगती ...
. He was alone, He was afraid, He craved for the friendship, That nobody paid, He longed for her heart, That she never gave, His soul grew dark, His thoughts turns evil, She was broken and sad, He picked her up, He gave her his spirit, When no one seem to care about, He gave her his light, She tried to shine his dark, But it was all in vain, He is inacessible, She owes him his light, Like a life to keep alive, Away from Reaper's scythe, He will love her, He will care, Because he loves her, When ...
Tag 22 #ffchallenge19 Wann hat dein Protagonist Geburtstag und wann du? Vicas Geburtstag wird bisher nicht thematisiert, aber eigentlich könnte der doch noch eine größere Rolle spielen. Eine feine Idee! Wahrscheinlich wird es dann ein Tag im Spätsommer werden. Ich habe am 5.5. Geburtstag und bin dieses Jahr zu der Zeit im Urlaub. Ich freue mich schon! #autorenleben
• • • Honestly one of the hardest things to do. I've always been afraid of getting attached to people because they leave. People leave. All the time. And they leave you miserable if you're too attached. But sometimes my heart doesn't bother about my mind and goes ahead and gets attached to someone. Then they leave • • • • • • • #quietpeopleproblems#introvert
. Screaming, But I scream out nothing, As if it was a dream, But I'm screaming, Screaming into the air, Screaming continously, But there was no sound, All I ever got, Given to the people who use me, All I ever was has been spent, And now I scream, Scream with every last breath, Scream with the pain of dying, I scream in silent, Why, So nobody wakes or cares, Because even in my last breath, I made it theirs. . . . . #typewritersvoice#poem
. I'm broken, More than you could ever see, But you still insists, To care for me, Yes, I thank you for that, But I don't understand, Why would you help me out, I'm close to death, I can't see myself living, Help someone else, Your care was too much, But I don't want any part of it, So I'll leave, Because you'll never understand, My dark mind. . . . #typewritersvoice#poem
I was so brainwashed with all these 'quit your job' quotes, that I had to write this one. Completely enjoying my office work and pursuing my dream, in this same life! Sometimes, you don't really have to choose. You can very well juggle them, you see! . . . #work#working
🦇 A cave knows patience. Each stalactite a million-year reach for its lover— Each shaft of sunlight a million acceptances of raindrops— And if you sing a million songs down in the dark, maybe the stone will know your name. . “Opera in a Cavern” . #poem#poetry
La lai lai lai lai lee lai lai Lai lai lai lai lai lai A lake of gold in the desert sand Is less than a cool fresh spring And to one lost sheep, a shepherd boy Is greater than the richest king If a man loses everything he owns Has he truly lost his worth? Or is it the beginning Of a new and brighter birth? So how do you measure the worth of a man In wealth or strength or size? In how much he gained or how much he gave? The answer will come The answer will ...
. I'm tired, I'm fine, I'm okay, It's a phrase that I always say, I'm tired being the good kid, I'm okay so you don't have to stay, There's no good days, And there are so many bad days, The ratio is far to clear, I hear things can be better, But luck isn't on my side, I'm holding on still, And surprisingly still is. . . . . #typewritersvoice#poem
. My insides ache, As my soul is about to break, I died inside a little, Each and everyday, I sit by the edge, Dangling my legs, I may give in the fight, Die trying and or give up, I longed for one good day, Where curse doesn't exist, A day I won't feel, My mind, Tearing myself apart. . . . . #typewritersvoice#poem
कुछ ध्यान नहीं देते, कुछ जान नहीं पाते ज़िन्दगी का भेद अक्सर लोग समझ नहीं पाते .. (Translation) Before turning to stone The heart gets heavy like a rock Some don't pay attention, some don't know Hence, the mystery of life remains obscure .. #love#change
• • • I've never understood why people say "I love you" if they don't mean it. Love is beautiful and precious and if you plan on leaving the person you say those words to, please please don't say them. All I want is someone who means what they say and sticks by their promises. Love is tainted and lost in this age • • • • • • • #quietpeopleproblems#introvert
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I didn’t cry when my mother died Nor did I weep for the boy who first swung the axe against my adolescent chest I never feared the future for my orphaned spirit nor did I feel the silent crumblings of my bones It never mattered who left or who gets to stay My eyes remained dry as time submitted to decay But there’s always this eruption impaling disemboweling Triggered at each arrival of pain Provoked by every footstep departing In the very depths of my unsullied ...