I've always been afraid of the way I know I'm falling too hard for you. I try my hardest to push you away but you always come back stronger. To be honest, the thought of me loving you scares me. I can feel my body physically ache with longing to be held in your arms again. You are that home to me. People always expect me to be strong for them. I am scared by how you always manage to see every insecurity in my body even though all I ever wanted was to be someone you could rely on. I am afraid because I feel myself shedding everything I am for you. Slowly, you are managing to make me feel that home is where warm hugs and quick naps are. Because to me you are my rest.
All 6 of them sat around the table when they heard someone banging loudly, on the front door. For a second everyone froze. Could it be?...."
Is it possible , that the one friend they left behind , is back after so many years in search of them.
They all have met together after 7 years , for the first time after that incident occurred. A heartbreaking and dangerous accident , which lead to the death of one of their close friend. An incident which changed a group of 7 to 6.
The time seem to be the same , as it was 7 years back , the cold weather , everyone going for a holiday into the mountains and enjoying the chilly winds.
Difference was just that the chilly winds now , were c...
I am your friend, your enemy,
And I am all that you will ever need.
The sky turned pale
Is that what we wished for?
We are withered with rain
Was that what we wished for?
Nobody is wrong here
They have their "reasons"
Subjective identities, they all have,
Enough for treason
Justification everywhere, for
We are proud of what we do.
Nobody is wrong here,
Not everyone could be.
But someone must be right here
Else nothing would make sense
Assume someone is right
But then what is to derive?
Suffering is just because
Acknowledgement is painful
Admitting that we are wrong
Might shatter our "castles"
Everyone has one, small or big so,
Nobody is guilty here. HAHA,
You also think so?
My Passion, My Torment, My True Love
My desire, my happiness, and my pain. It’s paradise, laying in the sun on a beautiful island. Watching the waves crash into the sand. Feeling the wind in your hair. Your free! With a brighten soul, and a smile you can’t erase. Desire, the excitement, the warmth in my heart. it rushes through me. Suddenly, it’s gone, fearing what’s next. Torment rushes through me, a pit in my stomach. The pain begins. Waking up on a cold deserted island. Feeling disappointment. A soul filled with sorrow, a frown you can’t erase. Desire, the sadness, the cold in my heart spreads through me. Is this my passion, is my soul on fire or lost for ever? My tournament. It’s dark, i...
Dear Every Reader,
This letter is for each one of you who is struggling in some situation right now. I know and understand exactly how you feel cos guess what!! We are sailing in same boat. Only our situations might be different our issues might be different. But I know we are having equal hard times. Some of us are struggling finding a job. Some of us are struggling to work at their office due to pressure. Some of us are dealing with relationship issues or breakup or divorces. Some of us are having issue in finding that Mr/Ms Right. Some of us are dealing with health issue physically some are dealing with ones mentally. Some of us are dealing with family issues. Some of us are dealing with ...
Hello from Ahmedabad,
I want to mention a story in here. The story that one girl told me when I was in Ooty.
Ooty is a place located near Coimbatore, in south India. Me and my brother and some of his colleagues, we all went there by road driving a Royal Enfield. We all started a journey from Bangalore at 11:00 AM and reached there by 8:00 PM. The journey time usually depends on us that how much time we take to drive a bike and at what speed we drive a bike.
We already had booked a hotel there to make a two days stay. At another day, we visited some of the places and captured photographs of the same.
It was 8:38 PM roughly. I was seated on the bench of the public transpor...
"I don't know how to speak now, without the sound of an "I miss you" buried in the back of my throat.
And I don't know how you still don't hear it."
- Chloë Frayne
Ella era blanca con ojos razgados, no necesitaba de tanto solo usar labial rojo.
Su belleza era rara, pero elegante, era como quererla alcanzar.
Su vida era desordenada pero cuerda, una sucesion de errores sin intencion, una linea desordenada de escusas y despues de los año solo buena intención.
Ella adoraba reirse, aprendio muchas cosas por obligación, emprendio el formarse solo para ella, para actuar bajo razón.
Dicen que las brujas tienen gatos negros, pero ella tenia un gato blanco, ¿Sera un ángel acaso? O ¿Un bien inecesario? .
Ella piensa mucho antes de dar un paso, ¡ahora! Porque antes era un caos.
Todos tenemos pasado,
nadie se salva de eso,
pero es bueno corregir nuestros ac...
Por supuesto que a veces te veo,
En fotos, en mis recuerdos,
Y pienso en que quise que te quedes,
Pero tus alas se abrieron,
Entonces empremdiste tu vuelo,
Y me quede yo con tu rostro,
Plasmado en mis vagos pensamientos,
Con tu olor en el aire de repente,
Hundida en la colgada idea,
De que pedi al cielo tu compañia eterna,
Pertenecer a tus mañanas,
En ser yo la que haga tu café.
Por supuesto que te recuerdo,
Ahora que amo a otra persona,
Después de ver que en estos años tu corazón consiguió amores,
Aquellos que publicaste,
A los cuales yo les ponia "me encanta",
Obviamente hoy haces lo mismo,
Que tengo llenito el corazón,
Los ojos ocupados, los labios dirigidos,
Hoy que tengo esperanzas de...
You, with whom the Earth sings:
you are wild like the roses,
silent like the dew.
In you, thousand suns set,
from you, thousand suns rise.
Every time I kiss you
I find sea-gulls
on the shores of your curves,
and on your lips,
I find, I always find
a plethora of flowers.
I was thinking what to write
As my brain was deserted
And heart feeling the same
lugubriously I tried to put the pen on paper
And failed miserably
I hope a better morning
When I wake up
Damn but I am not getting sleep
I was asking myself
Again and again
Will it be a morning for me
With any difference in me???
Still in touch with myself.
I was lost in the mist of my dilemmas.
I was lost in the depth of the sea.
Wearing a mask, avoiding myself.....
didn't know who was the real me.
Suddenly the fog lifted,
and the waves shoved me to the shore.
came back to me.
Off to meet the demands of the world
You demonstrated restraint
Reaching out into the unknown
You develop new strengths
When so much was against you
That showed themselves boldly
You wised up
In face of uncertainty
"My twisted emotions"
At the age of 30th
I should have figured it out my life
My future and all the things I want
At the age of 30th
I feel lost
I feel confused and there is a constantly
Battle with my own demons
My emotions are a rollercoaster
I want to play the tough guy ever
I want to be the heartless guys in the neighborhood
But constantly there is a reminder
That I'm just a trash guy
" So fragile is it, the flame of life
That burns within us, so deep inside
It is so easy for me to fall
It is so easy to lose it all
So close now, so easy
I want to see, yet stay alive
Emotions frustrate me
Too scared to see what dwells behind
My twisted mind-crie...
Relatively similar to yours,
Same fingers, same thumbs, same palms,
But not the same at all,
Our hands touch the world around us,
They imprint the time line of life,
Some impressions are as meeting a deer on a dark country road,
And some impressions are as a mosquito against the windshield on a stretch of highway,
And some imprint where they have never been,
A kind act here that mattered most over there,
A few words shared on a needful ear, that when reciprocated, changed lives never met,
A kind smile upon a tearful spirit in passing, that gave a broken sole a will to live,
Some hands are healing, some hurting, some never leave the pocket of their jeans,
My hands have left many impr...