Aasaan hai mohobbat ki kashti me sawar hona....
or mushkil hai isko chalana....
Log kar to lete hai mohobbat..
par aksar bhool jatay hai usko nibhana....
The first few times you do somebody a favour,
You are being sweet,
Soon you'l be misused and called a fool,
If you let it consistently repeat.
Somos esa historia que quedó
suspendida en el tiempo,
esperando su desenlace...
Thought of the day
She once had a time where she was just living life with no aim she just did things because it had to be done .... then she randomly knew someone who spread something that she still cannot explain... something good though, something really good so she started to smile for the little things in life... (like being blessed to eat her favorite potatoes or pasta) she realized that being special was actually quite amazing. And she is thankful for that.
I'm not perfect, and almost never claim to be
I have a lot of issues as some people can clearly see
I am insecure, or at least, I consider myself so
I am not independent and I know I'll have to take things slow
I am fearful of a lot of things
But, most of all, I'm sometimes not okay with what God brings
They do say that you don't have to like everything given to you
But I want to like things more then I do
I don't want to let life give up on me
But I'm probably giving up on it before it can do that to me, see?
So, as I said, I'm not perfect and don't claim to be
And I do have issues, as some can clearly see
But will these issues I think I have stop me?
Or will I grow from them like a tree?
my soul, it becomes alive
in black & white.
& with shades of gray, dipped in mourning & absence of your face.
it's why i write this way.
I’m not perfect. I make mistakes. I have jealousy issues . And trust issues. I can be moody sometimes. But I promise that if I say I love you, I mean it. I’m faithful, I’m loyal, and I will do everything I can to keep you. Don’t confuse my caring for being controlling. Don’t make me put in all the effort. Don’t ignore me. Love me back like you mean it, or don’t stay. Together we’re strong enough to overcome the worst of the worst; alone, we struggle to fine meaning.
No puedes detenerlos,
No puedes pararlos,
No puedes borrarlos,
Cuando llegan arrasan con todo,
Y en ese pequeño fragmento de
tiempo todo se paraliza, y
parece que vuelves a ese
tiempo donde amaste la vida o
O donde aprendiste, a pesar de
todo, que valía la pena amarla.
To be sensitive
And full of emotion.
To have our hearts
Sewn to our sleeves.
To be vulnerable.
It is never a bad thing.
It is brave and courageous.
To be quiet and still,
Present and in the moment.
I believe this is the
Shakedown we all need.
To not want or need,
But to feel and be seen.
That is life changing.
वक़्त बेवक़्त तुम याद आते हो अब भी
रातो की नींद तो दिन का चेन चुराते हो अब भी।।
वो अरसों से आवाज़ ना सुनाई तुमने
वो कल की ही तरह, तड़पाते हो अब भी ।।
वो नजरे फेर लेना , जब भी गुजरते है हम,
कनखियों से फिर ना जाने क्यूँ खोजते हो तुम अब भी ।।
Ishq ki galiyon me dil nangay paon chlta raha....
Judai k angaaron me bhi beintihan jalta raha....
Socha na tha kabhi, ki mohobbat muquammal hogi humari....
Khuda se ki fariyad is kadar kubul hogi hamari....
Shikayat karte they hum khuda se naa jaane kyu....
Sochte they ye judai ka gum muje hi dia kyu.....
Fir nazar aya khuda ki rehmat ka nazara...
Humne chaha tha milan 7 janmon ka.....
Par khuda ne chun rakha tha uski rooh se rishta humara.... ❤️
❤️ Love has power of forgiveness
❤️ Love has power of happiness
❤️Love has power of feelings
❤️ Love has power of emotions....
❤️ Spread love everywhere , be happy always ❤️
One the brink of loss
The despair said it all
Close the eyes,
to gather the lost
future stands tall
Fear, delusion, refute
To a tranquility affair
Depends on what enters
Gone like, unspoken letters
Brittle, sharp content
Flow with the paths of water
I have been wanting to write so bad, but the fear of hurt was stopping me. Hurting someone I care so much about. And I couldn’t, wouldn’t do that again.
Everything I’ve been wanting to write, and think about, has all been about her. Every line of poetry in my head, every stanza, every rough draft, revision and edit, but none of them written down.
I still have dreams of her and I when I sleep, sometimes on a new adventure, sometimes doing something old, but I’m always happy in those dreams. I never stopped having dreams of her and I.
Books, TV shows, movies, music
It all brings emotions back to the surface again.
Ones that I try to hide with a mask yet again, but cannot, for they b...
I am stuck
I don't know how to go on
I don't know where to go from here
All I know is that my job here on Earth is not yet done
I don't know what God has planned for me
I don't know what to do next in life
Do I find a job?
Or do I become someone's wife?
I am existing, but I'm not living
And I don't know how to live normally
All I know is that I'll continue on until I find something...
Something that'll give me a reason to go on to see the possibilities awaiting me
I don't remember the exact moment you stopped speaking to me
I don't remember the exact moment you broke my heart
I don't remember when that happened
But my heart is now in shards
I can't trust a guy because of you
I don't know how to love because of you too
I'm afraid to put myself out there and see what guys are like
Because you ruined that for me more then 3 times and that's a strike
Why did you stop speaking to me?
Did I do something wrong?
Did I become a burden to you?
Or am I, to you, too strong?
What did I do wrong to deserve this as a punishment?
Did I do a sin?
Did I hurt you?
Do I deserve to feel like I belong in a garbage bin?
Why make me feel this way?
It is NOT OKAY
Why hurt ...
They think somebody’s forcing venom inside me.
They don’t know the demon is my own figure.
They said I’m young and still learning.
I told myself I should’ve known by now.
Again my vision gets blurred, again my voice cracks mid-sentence.
Again I say “I shouldn’t have come.”
They lose temper.
She wanted to live because self love.
She wanted to die old of age and happily.
She wanted to live because she had no guts.
She wanted to live because she made a deal even before she was born.
In such sort time she evolved into her current form.
She didn’t think the reason was their death because she didn’t want guilt thrown.
Maybe this form is her destined trut...
¿Cuántos amores hemos perdido por el miedo a expresar lo que sentíamos?
¿Cuántas historias bonitas hemos dejado pasar por el temor a parecer débiles ante otro?
¿Cuantas oportunidades hemos dejado pasar por culpa del miedo?
¿Cuantas veces hemos silenciado a nuestro corazón cuando palpitaba de felicidad y moría por gritar lo que sentía?
¿Cuantas oportunidades no perdimos por pensar en el “y si...”?
What do you call...
Making your loved ones satisfied...
By sacrificing your own happiness?
You know what's funny?
Well I do.
So sit right there and let me tell you...
It's funny how invisible I can be.
How no one seems to notice.
I guess I do a good job then,
At wearing the mask to hide it all.
It's funny how my skin hurts,
How it begs for me to pierce the layers.
How it begs for me to run forever,
How it begs for me to release...somehow.
It's funny how my mind is racing,
But yet blank and dark all the same.
How I have so many questions,
With seemingly no answers.
It's funny how to everyone around,
I go unnoticed and invisible.
How no one questions me,
Because I seem normal to them.
And it's even funnier how you get seen.
When all you do is have a m...