I can give you my heart
with three conditions
Don't break it
Don't throw it
Don't pass it,
If you want to do something
then please keep it to yourself
for a few days and then see
The magic of the heart
Your heart will say
"Wherever this heart will go
I will be going with this heart
and never leaving this heart
because this heart is
who made me love and
this is the heart of my life.
" I loved the beauty
I loved a sin
I loved soul
I loved the inexistence "
It’s good to think about life sometimes, we all are so busy in life, that we actually forget the beauty in this world that surround us. Every single moment, every single time, we step out of our house is a gift as well as a chance to make a difference for that day, for oneself or for others. After every tuff day after work we indirectly always learn something new. For instance, being more kind the next day or seeing a bad behavior and to promise oneself to never act like that because respect, should still be the first thing to put on while leaving home or to enlighten someone else day or by just doing something good for oneself by hearing a favorite song or watching a movie.
More people sh...
The true beauty in writing is often hidden away.
We make edits and changes in hopes that we can change what we perceive as imperfections.
Perhaps in a way we make these changes because we don't see ourselves as perfect so how could we believe anything we've written could be anything less.
Caking on edits in hopes of masking anything others might see as wrong or imperfect is never the way to express ourselves.
Writing should express the writer in the rawest form, as they are not as they are as a face in the crowd.
Believe in the beauty of your words and the beauty of the writer putting them to paper.
She found her way out.
From the days when she knew nothing,
Not even herself.
From the time when she feared failure.
From the moments when she had to decide because no one, now, could guide her.
It’s been challenging, but it’s been her
What amazing things she’s discovered.
The Last Lust
& I hear you
Making noise in my mind
Pulling me to you
Dropped me back where we left
Now , you dance around
Touching , hugging & kissing
Making eyes to stare long
Filling the moment with lust
Let me take your dress off
And show off your chest
Amaze me baby like you do yaa
You push me over to bed
Cuddle me tight yaa
Shall we make it too
Baby , yes it's love ,it's sexy
To be made in sex ,
It's what we waited to do yaa
Slow & quick run your beauty
Over my soul ,
Forget the body , coz I control it
All you need to do is just hold me
You gonna see heaven with this
Wild and perfect , my moves were
Smooth & fucking your voice was
Shall I repeat this ?...
You are Still Alive,
Act like it.
You still have Potential,
Act through it.
You still have Time,
Act to grind it.
You still have Fire within,
Act like flame.
You still have energy,
Act with all your supremacy.
You still have Skills,
Act to tore down those grills.
You are still Young,
Don’t repeat the song which is already Sung.
You have another Day to Live,
To Make it better than Yesterday.
Yesterday you were broken,
But today it makes you Wise.
Vision of love is so wide
I couldn't escape it at all
My eyes see you...gaze you
Soul and body are now apart
In search for you
In directions of your magnetic beauty
The way you wear your smile
The living words you speak
The amazing looks you hit me
My girl , I am here with you
To make them live beyond our life
Love and friendship between us
Grown together make this happen
I am words & you are magical pen
On the blank paper of life
With the ink of our souls
Written by the poet,love
💟💟🙏 Creator of Nature 🙏💟💟
You churn the ocean to make a storm
And a soothing cool breeze is born
You imbibe white nectar of the bright moon
And touch the earth with such caress
It spins around in a sweet jouissance
And waltzs around the firy blazing sun .
You kiss the heavens and romance the universe
To create an adorned galaxy out of them
And give birth an art in its sublimity .
In the ambroidery of your mesmerizing words
Through the fabric of an ethereal vision
And tailoring of your unfathomable imagination .
Most graceful Sire, the Creator of Nature
You designed all with the beauty and richness ,
In perfection in the finest detail .
Even the pallid canvas on a dead wa...
My claustrophobia never felt so belittled,
Till I found myself in your enclosures...
She stood there
So effortlessly beautiful
What made her so beautiful?
The fact that she didn’t know
You look into her eyes, hypnotised,
Not drawn to beauty, but what lies underneath,
Tunnels of treasure, secrets and worry,
What made her so?
She'll meet your gaze, with unspoken words,
Daring you to look below.
The Things I’d Do (Closeted)
You know what it’s like to kiss her lips and I don’t.
You were probably too drunk to even remember.
She told me she was too drunk to remember,
But her friends were sober enough not to forget.
The things I’d do for that memory he stows—
Just a sliver of myself prays
That I see your face when I turn a corner
Or see you standing there when I open a door,
But even if I were to, I would forget to breathe
For just a moment, but then
I’d choose to carry on by, unscathed.
Sometimes I wonder what would have happened
If I really showed up to your house that night,
The one when you begged for me to come over.
Luckily I was smart enough to tell that it w...
Her voice is like the ocean. It sounds like the waves washing the sand on the beach, carrying life up the shores. It holds mystery inside it, but not as much as it speaks comfort in troubled times.
Her sound can be like a thunderstorm crashing down on my bare head. Like rain pounding on the windows of the house in which I fucked up once more. It's electric and painful like the shock you get from static electricity.
She speaks like a saint with a subtle echo as her words grow distance. There's wisdom in every letter carefully chosen. Not because she has read about something but because she has been there. She has seen the war we call Love, she has felt the rain containing hope, walked th...
Hold on when they criticise
Hold on youre as cold as ice
Say no to that vile tongue
As it spouts nonsense
As you choke on despair.
Smile, when you feel the pain
Smile, when your heart breaks
When your eyes no longer hold tears
As it rushes down your cheek
As it disappears.
The smile you put on is a mask you say.
All that harshness bottled up
Will make you arrogant one day
Dont let it get on your nerves
Thats where youre bound to be stuck.
Mind mind mind it
You've got to leave it
Just do believe me
Let let let go
Until these problems
Dont get to you anymore.
Solitude, Aloneness, Breakdown
was not what I choose for me
my mistake was to choose you
who made me
to choose this "Everything".
THE DEVIL'S PLOY....
These barks over my skin,
which served to keep me from your claims
invaded my heart just like that ode did
referring under my name, smitten and lured
I now stand bare, my scars and tears,
naked to the world, skinning my core,
whether you shoot it with that precision
or undo the excruciating pain
portrays your demeanour and your gains,
the devil walking this way,
with a Cupid in chains,
many beliefs have shattered,
and here I stand....
Bare, naked, the devil aiming at ME,
with what she stole from the one in her constrain....
She rather would walk away, if someone just admirers her for her beautiful smile, beautiful writing skills, beautiful way of thinking, since that is something that everyone else can also be. If she instead is admired for just being herself, with all her flaws that she has, she would stay forever.
If the sparkle of a woman’s eyes is like the first time you’ve met her, even after a long time of period then you should know that you are still the one amazing man she kept in her beautiful heart, since that is the only thing she could do.