Pray. It works wonders. Connect with the supreme power. Beg for forgiveness because no man is free of sin. Pour out all your sorrows unto Him and feel light. Unless you empty yourself, He cannot fill you with the joy you seek. Pray.
The new Melody (Angela)
The heart and brain both are mine,
Still I can't decide whom to pick and whom to dodge this time.
My thoughts are loud and clear but my but my heart does not care!
Is it compulsory everytime to pick what is conventionally right? How do I know I'm unable to decide.
You call one logical and other emotional. Is it correct to label everytime ?
They say think wisely use your head not your heart .
But this time I would battle it right and choose both but half half.
MY IDEA OF INDIAN INDEPENDENCE
Where merit has over reservation an edge,
No matter what caste, gender, region,
Where students can exercise their right to freedom of speech and opinion,
Without their ‘disagreement’ being mistaken for ‘disrespect’.
Where there are no disputes and conflicts
Between two similar individuals,
they’re still slave,
Where unconditional love doesn’t come with a list of terms and conditions and clauses,
And LGBTQ isn’t a separate community.
And people don’t exchange furtive glances at their mention.
Where people can marry of their own free will,
Feeling free, fleeing not required;
And where honour killings aren’t a thing.
Because what ho...
What is there to celebrate when the country is free, yet we are still slaves ?
Are we free from debt?
Are we free from self doubt?
Are we free from chains that hold us down ?
Are we free from to dream?
Are we free from being judged ?
Are we free ?
Aren't we all a bunch of slaves celebrating freedom ?
Which we did not even get yet ?
We see clearly,
In the eyes of our life -
Run from me,
What cause do I owe to thee?
Refraining from saying
Lost in a crowd,
I drink thou like pain!
Hemlock colors stain your lips,
I begged to die by
A knife as long as you were
As long as you remembered me.
Imagine what we could’ve seen?
Instead I bow my head,
And the crowd goes mad.
today is Pakistan's independence day.
14th August 1947.
72 years ago we get seperation from Hindustan.
more than 5 million people died in seperation.
Summon the power within you !
I'm free from all the negative attachments. I am guided by the power of love, I look beyond my fears and seek only love.
I deserve to be happy and choose to follow my heart .
Break the chain and breathe ! Every decision you take it affects you.
FEAR IS AN ILLUSION . BREAK FREE !
I stand naked before the mirror and I feel repulsed.
And no, it's not by the bumpy pathway on my thighs nor my bulging ass in my undies...
I just cannot recognize the person that stands before me.
I am a mess.
I haven't prayed in over a month and there are dishes piling around me...
I mean, I use a textbook as a pillow.
My life is so consumed with what she needs or he thinks,
and somehow my well being never made it onto my priorities list.
Honestly, I am but a ship at sea swayed in whatever direction the wind blows.
And my dreams are all lost somewhere in Neverland.
I spend my days picking flowers in my neighbour's garden,
for in my own,
lies the thorns of ins...
El primer amor a cuidar
Es el amor a nosotros mismos
Pueden ser situaciones muy caóticas,
Pero a la larga,
Nos llevarán a maravillosas experiencias ♥️
There will be days when you would want to give up! You would feel hollow and would have no idea what to hold on ;don't worry just stay calm and re direct yourself this time with your instincts and don't follow the 'experts' this time .
Don't crave for instant success and don't envy what others have ,you just don't know their pain only their success stories is what you are aware about.
Work for a better YOU!
Leave a legacy behind ,create a path that is your own ! Never tested believed but just explored by you. Touch the sky but do come back to meet and live with those who excite your soul.
Toxic masculinity does not let him cry and compels him to divulge his emotions every night.
Considered phlegmatic and bright they also have a darker side.
Since childhood, he is asked to act like a man and conceal the inner child.
Social norms suppressed his actual side.
Little did they know he can also feel distressed like a woman and gather himself like a HUMAN!
Not written by me but very logical
thought of sharing with everyone ...
Enjoy life. . .
Your breath comes to go.
Your thoughts come to go.
Your words come to go.
Your actions come to go.
Your feelings come to go.
Your illnesses come to go.
Your phases come to go.
Your seasons come to go.
You have come to go.
Then why do you hold on to your guilt, anger, unforgiveness, hatred
so so so tightly,
when it too has come to go. . .
Let it go. ....
Lately it seems like
peace comes in pieces...
and I’m just trying to
hold them all together
Once in a while,
Shut your eyes to discover your peace
Once in a while,
Talk to yourself to see where you're at.
Once in a while,
Pat your own back for a job well done
Once in a while,
Smile at your silly mistakes
But always forgive yourself,
For it is the only way you can liberate the self.
Gift Me a new Reason
From Years, I've been hearing and accepting all your excuses with you so amazing reasons. Sometimes, they've even made their way to my guilt. But Alas, thanks to that little strength of mine supporting me in crises. May I have the honor to be prized with some reasons, because dear the Box is empty and it's high time to fill it back with some new ones. Oh yeah your reasons of excuses. They and me lived longer than we together did. I have a better relation with them than you, so please dear. Fill it back, so I can scrwal into my sleep with a contended heart. At least they make me believe. Believe and beloved ones, both are such betrayals I say, their absence haunts you bu...
For his heartbeats
are tied to the one
Who belongs to none.
Her wish was to glide
Through this world
To the one of dreams
Trail of dust from her feet
For that dust
Too he couldn’t retrieve
As the wind followed
on her heels.
( Why do they have to miss the old ME?)
Coworker 1: Oh God! She finally smiled. Don't we all miss that old Angela?
Coworker 2: Yeah we do. We miss that live wire! Didn't we love to hear her talk? Sometimes childish. Sometimes childlike. Sometimes boisterous. The new Angela is always silent. We don't like this.
Coworker 1: Look at her. She's laughing. I hope she begins to talk the same way she used to.
Me (thinking): I would continue to be the same talkative Angela if my words were not misinterpreted, magnified and conveyed to the right person at the wrong time. I've had enough with people here. I prefer to stay quiet. I've no energy left to defend myself when in trouble.
She looked comfortable, in her body, in her shirt.
Spawn till you die.
Let not the weariness of life way your tits to the ground.
She looked older,
Somewhere between 50 and 70, I couldn’t place her age.
She smelled faintly of high quality indica and expensive vanilla.
Her bag was full of art, yarn, creations.
Her glasses concealed glinting intelligent eyes,
Her smile was contagious.
Daughter of a surfer father
And a demon mother of the worst kind.
She was a broken sculpture that had been soldered back together,
Each repairing line adding a new and different kind of beauty.
“Morton, I lived there,
Life is best teacher than anybody else,
Life is full of hope, pain and unexpected curves,
Its throws the best ball and the best song,
Living every moment of it, is the only thing that counts, for life is short and regretful.
I'm up with a heavy head as usual. My mind must have been wandering in No Man's land all through the night. When you can't cure something or even endure it, you have to give up. But my obligations come in way of my decisions always. What a thing it is to be obligated to someone? You can't live a "free life". Thoughts like.. "Why is God being so unkind to me or if he has a plan in the near future and if he's preparing me for something better?" make my head heavier. I wish someday I wake up and smile wholeheartedly. Someday I wake up and feel "free".
#struggle for freedom
The new Melody (Angela)