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)
If you shut down your brain and give all the power to your heart, what does it tell you? Take my hand and let go of everything, what should stay will stay.
Don't fight your emotions, let them rain. A shower of meteorites built from your inner thoughts. What a beautiful picture that is, you are pain-free. Trust your instincts, you can survive this and more.
Breathe in, breathe out. Count to ten and see with your hands. Nothing is real anymore. The pain is gone and life is bright.
Losing is growing. Losing is cleaning. Losing is improving. Lose gracefully what you have to lose.
Your happiness is within you, not in their hands. Your peace is within you, not in their comments.
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.
\\\ WRITING ON THE WALL ///
To start with the writing on the wall,
It occurred as if tampered with by the rugged;
Attempted to be fixed by the loved;
And standing tough by the mighty of them all.
The disastrous sat in her throne dreaming of bigger realities,
Undermining her own blood,
Overcoming her own fatalities.
She sat in her chair day dreaming everyday, working
Toward the bigger picture of it all;
at the might writing on the wall
Its easy to push everyone away when u get used to being alone!!
Even if u crave company..there comes a time u don't know how to physically tell something to someone be it as trivial as to tell them stay a little longer!!
Enjoying your own company is a very good quality that helps us to know ourselves more but somewhere it makes us forget the power of communication.
As a result we forget how to communicate very simple things and start feeling lonely when we cannot express our feelings!!
This craving is there in everyone...we just learn to ignore it or hide it very well that it only comes out during gloomy dark days making us feel lonely and alone!!
And its irritating when it comes with a fu...
Her face sparkled of the tears as they veiled her,
For she mirrored herself in the tranquility of the back waters as she sat there.
The waters reflected the crimson skies above waiting to unleash their power,
For the lost soul traversed the narrow lanes of the galaxies to reach the lapses which were but over.
There she sees herself dancing merrily with the love of her life,
Both souls captivated by the string of love, losing touch with the adversaries of the realms of life.
Little did they know that their dreams were but a mirage that were shown,
They front the reality that their love was not what they own.
Now the entangled lives trying hard to put themselves back in orders,
The fire in the...
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 !
अधिकारों पर अपना हक जमाए बैठे हैं,
कर्तव्य जाने कब पीछे छूट गया,
बेईमानी दोनों हाथों से लूटी गई,
ईमानदारी खड़ी देखती रही,
ममता जाने कितनी ही बार शर्मसार हुई,
इज्जत स्त्रियों की, यथावत लुटती रही,
न्यायप्रिय राष्ट्र थे हम,
फिर क्यूं जनता स्वयं ही न्यायाधीश हुई?
जय जवान, जय किसान का नारा था,
लगता यही है जैसे ये कोई स्वप्न प्यारा था,
नदियां हमारी पावन थीं, पवित्र थीं,
हमने अपने विष घोल, विषधर उन्हें बनाया क्यूं?
चंद रुपयों की खातिर हमवतनों ने,
उसूलों का मोल लगाया क्यूं?
कोई मदद की आस में तड़पता है,
हमने क्या बस मूकदर्शक बन तमाशा देखना ही सीखा है?
इतने असंवेदनशील तो ना थे हम,
क्या हुआ ऐसा जो इतने भावना विहीन हो गए?
हमवतनों का दर्द समझना भूल गए,
क्यूं मर चुका है भारतवर्ष हम सब के हृदय से?
हिंदी है ...
This is easier said than done, most people would say. When we hurt deeply we allow the pain to consume us... but once we learn to not be taken over completely there is a lesson that life is teaching us. Find out what it is no matter what everyone says... that it’s easier said than done. Push through all that hurts. It can be done.
Me escribes Y yo...
por unos instantes regreso al pasado... Aquel pasado que con tanta inmadurez dejé ir... Aquel pasado dónde la felicidad estaba por encima de cualquier pretexto...
Y ahora qué?
Que incierto es todo esto... Que abrumadores son los recuerdos ahora... Que herida tan profunda e imposible de sanar...
Me escribes y yo...
Quiero creer que eres tú, aquel chico de ojos marrones que no sabía mentir, aquel que a pesar de no tenerlo todo tenía lo suficiente para sonreír... Aquel que sin palabras me decía cuánto me amaba a través de un beso...
Aquel que dejé ir...
Me escribes y yo...
Soy tan distante, tan desconfiada... Las persona que ves y que no reconoces... La m...
I don’t feel like I’m terribly important to anyone anymore. I just kinda exist in people’s live. And that’s hurt me a lot. I have to live focus on God and I don’t know how.
17 hours in today!!
My life is about to change drastically for the better! I love my coworkers, my job is GRAVY and I can once again smile despite the hardships I’ve been confronted with in the last year.. from the dissolution of the “faux relationship” with a person that took pleasure in attempting to take everything from me, splitting my family up, causing best friendships to dissipate, a house almost lost by broken promises of a wolf in sheep’s clothing, the miscommunication between the attorney and the bank and eventually saved by my new job and my ability to afford the payments once again.. just say NO TO SOUL SUCKER USERS AND NARCISSIST ABUSERS!
There was always something beautiful about the wreckage
of another bold attempt
a kind of gleaming golden aura
where most see only scattered refuse
The resulting twisted carnage
not wholly unexpected
but a miscalculation all the same
ninth configuration unchecked
in an ongoing derelict dream
You might see only folly
a looming lunacy unbound
I see a passion unreserved
a sizzling skyrocket in flight
with no surrender in sight
rivers can find
It is the reason
I have to believe—
the stars have
cried for us—
will finally, amount
to, enough water
to cut through
we have not, yet
been able to move
by putting our trust
in faith, alone.
(we tried our best,
to be mustard seeds,
This letter is dedicated to all those people who relentlessly made me feel like a loser, a failure.
I had my first fit of 'panic attack' in my Second year of college but I was unaware of the nomenclature. It was simply a night of insomnia, unending tears and blurry eyes for me.
The second time was worse. I cried, I wept, I screamed my lungs out and I was a complete mess before my mother had to rush to my hostel and rescue me. I was taken to the 'therapist' and she told me I was suffering from DEPRESSION.
I didn't know what that meant but I surely knew how it felt. Even then, people couldn't stop talking about me, behind me and no, not kind, sympathetic words about me, but how I again became a...