What would the world be like today if only honest words could leave our mouths & our faces could not contradict our truest feelings? Would we even recognize each other? Would we love each other? Would we even like each other?
High alert for boys, fake beauty around you with fake face treatment & make up! Be aware ! Or else face the consequences later.. because temporary beauty make you suffer doctor expenses.
after marriage high alert ! (Beware Post) :-D
Lately my mind has been blank
Where I was once
Bleeding on the page daily
I now can't find the words
I'm feeling quite lost and not myself
Where once there were
Too many words flowing
And I could not keep up
I now find myself struggling
To simply write a few
Maybe when the dust clears inside my head,
My mind is set at ease,
And I am back on my path following life's journey
The words will come
Once again I made a mistake
This time it was my choice
My choice to linger a little longer when in reality what we had was purely out of lust
The shades of green turned yellow and red as my heart died a little
There was never hope or future but a glimpse of memory from your past love. You said sorry because you didn't mean to hurt but to have one last taste of your past. I asked for my forgiveness because I fell for you and for being weak and a little too kind once more. The end.
Unification of two hearts.(hydrogen and Oxygen)
You are born with impeccable love.
A love which is selfless.
Birth of you recognises an existence.
Travelling now where to every where.
Standing colourless, odourless and formless.
Penetrating mountains and lands.
Adorning purity and simplicity.
Showering blessings of equanimity.
Flowing gently to meet our needs.
Pouring sustenance and subsistence.
Washing away tears and sorrows.
Cleansing our faultiness.
Gushing heaps of positivity.
Expecting nothing in return.
Living nearest to our hearts.
Reflecting our feelings.
Adoring us to your heart content.
A mere drop of you.
Acknowledges the phrase
"ELIXIR OF LI...
I Am Your Disease
I hate meetings. I hate Higher Power. I hate anyone who has a program of recovery. To all who come in contact with me, I wish you death & I wish you suffering.
Allow me to introduce myself. I am the Disease of Addiction. I am cunning, baffling, & powerful. I have killed millions & I am pleased. I love to catch you with the element of surprise, I love pretending I am your friend & your lover. I have given you comfort, have I not? Wasn't I there when you called on me?
I love to make you hurt. I love to make you cry. Better yet, I love to make you numb so you can neither hurt nor cry- you feel nothing at all. This gives me true glory. I give you instant gratif...
Everyone says love hurts...but that is not true...rejection hurts...loneliness hurts...envy hurts...loosing someone hurts...everyone gets these things confused with love...but in reality love is the only thing in life which covers up all this pain and makes someone feel wonderful again...love is the only thing in this world which does not hurt...
It's begun. Yes, that.
You know what I mean. That warmth which collects at the forefront of your mind before it starts spreading outwards and then downwards, into the hard-to-reach parts of your body and spirit that you'd forgotten existed.
They're experiencing an awakening.
Somehow he's managed it without knowing it. He's humble like that, in the face of every day adversity. I'm 'secretly' made up. I now remember that it is OK to feel like this. By which I mean a very specific, enthralling, tantalising, companionable thing only he brings.
Long may it last. And linger. And fill me. And fuel me. And remind me over and over again that life is truly full of myriad, hopefully anticipated sur...
It takes a million attempts to break a man's faith, but only one to break his heart.
Dear Mr. Coelho,
What can I say? I am truly humbled by your presence on my fridge again.
I am giddy like a schoolgirl but I will preserve this feeling for when I might need it one day.
From the bottom of my heart, thank you. Sending you good vibes and warm hugs from San Diego.
Yours in Lettrs,
Enter my life with a sack full of
happiness and positive vibes.
Who's going to protect me?
Everyday I watch my father,
being knocked around.
Shot in the street.
They knock me around
To feel better about themselves.
Who's going to protect me?
They can't even protect themselves
And I watch them leave everyday,
One by one,
By choice or by force.
I should be the one thanking you for giving me and the other writers this magnificent virtual world of 'Lettrs' where I not only get to interact with people from diverse cultures and regions but I also get to learn so much from these millions of writers. This app forms for a great platform of communication and learning. Having a pen pal is one among the best feelings in the world. Thank you so much for coming up with this brainwave of an idea.
I have already shared 'Lettrs' with my circle of friends and with other people as well. I hope you will get to see many more writers from India.
I am utterly grateful to you. Thank you!
Our time was up
And that day had come.
To count our seconds until the ship was gone.
Your hair smelt good, as it always did,
Yet just that day, more than it should.
With glancing eyes, without a smile
We thought to speak...
No spoken words, for quite a while.
Our last day, before time stood still.
To watch you go, against my will.
To be in peaces appon that ship,
Knowone to mend me, to understand.
The pain came surging from thoughts of you,
Though we sat together for the time to end,
I could not say that which would make amend.
This bitter cold and a ship of steel,
Your cheeks were red and a horn was blowing,
There was nothing said, just so sureal,
To say goodbye and not share...