The habit to love yourself more with each passing day and staying with people who are loyal and respects your individuality is addictive! 🎉
Loving your special one is an art, just like gardening. It's not about finding the plant with the most beautiful flowers in the garden , it's about loving the little plant you have so much that it blossoms the most beautiful flowers you have ever seen
If you think
the world is ugly
If you think
you are a mess,
Just remember you are
To see the changing sky
at every wake of dawn.
To stare at the darkness
beyond the shiny stars.
To smell the air
before raindrops fall.
To watch the world pass by when travelling fast.
You are blessed
To love and receive
the love you ask for,
If you don't believe me,
just look at you
through my eyes
To see the real beauty
You are beautiful.
You're beautiful for all your imperfection is an art. For every feature that you hate on your face there's always a certain someone who loves to see that. You are beautiful maybe not because of that mesmerizing eyes but because you see things in a unique way; maybe not because of that kissable lips but because you speak the words of kindness-- maybe you don't have the curves, the alluring body but smiling even you're broken or hurting is your best curve.
You're beautiful because beauty isn't just what we can see outside, you are beautiful for you're more than just a face. You're beautiful for you got something beyond physical judgments. You're beautiful because God cr...
I saw America walking down the dark alleys of a new city.
I saw America exiled to another yet virgin land of her own choice.
I saw America, reincarnated, loved and unbetrayed.
How beautiful she looked in her yellow summer dress, the beauty of a phoenix, a solar power summoned at dawn.
Open Letter SERIES -- 01
I knew you were hurting inside, and you felt alone (many)sometimes. I know alot has happened in your life. I know that you occasionally turn to your vices and that sometimes you feel like you need to combat the whole world.
Things have considerably changed, still there must have been some days when your past or demons might have tried to enulf your present and must have compelled you to go back to your cocoon.
But don't forget to show them that you are a force to reckon with!
Recalling your past won't be right enough, but it's time I praise you enough.
You sat on the shore alone, but didn't let your pictures scream your pain...
With bags and dares,
In tags and shares;
Moving across stags and bears,
Landing up in rags, but no scares.
Understand the UNSAID
The thinking hat always occupied my mind and the choas inside -- engulfed the desires.
Alot of what I spoke was out of compulsion, but the real ideas and wants were enclosed in my thoughts.
You don't need to open my diary anymore to know what I think! The pages don't contain or comprehend the unsaid words anymore, just like you.
Turning the pages, and starting again is of no use, the words will again be misunderstood and I'll be left with unfulfilled desires....
For the world, her red lipstick was a symbol of being 'Slut'.
For her, it was a symbol of being 'Powerful'.
In the midst of struggling to be Heard....
The soul felt tame and don't know whom to blame.........
The hurt and anger rages deep within my soul knowing I have allowed you to break me down I realize I messed up the day I gave you any type of control .
I placed my heart within your care thinking you could be trusted after all you said you cared and loved me .
Who would of thought that you would be the one who would be trying to distroy me .
I felt the love that you showed slipping away and getting ripped from my heart and grasp .
I watched as you held my heart in the palm of your hands . Looking at me you threw it into the air . We watched it as it smashed into a million tiny pieces on to the cold hard ground .
I watched the rage grow and your eyes turn full of hatred and and de...
Hang on, the Tiger's still lurking beneath!
I don't know about others, but I can say this for myself, the amount of time the situation is providing for us to introspect and contenmplate is just phenomenal. It was one such contemplative evenings, yesterday, when a question from my beloved led from one thought to another, and I ended up telling her a story narrated long back to me by my grandfather. Its his story, a true incident:
My grandfather was a school teacher, and his workplace was about 32 km's ~ 20 miles away from our village. He used to start to the School on Monday morning and return back on Saturday mid day. He was mostly a...
There's tattoo down in her hand,
She never tells me what's her plan.
And she goes around the things,
Like she always wants to sing.
She says something to cheer me up,
Warm she is like a hot cup.
And she wants to paint the whole world,
With the color of her own mind,
Some red some blues some oranges,
Like a enchanted ray of sunlight.
And she makes it easy for me to breath,
I have my doubts but boy she is concrete.
I have a box of reasons why I shouldn't care
But she outnumbers me like a puny dare.
And all this might lead to something new,
Till then let's live our moments few.
Sometimes all we have is distance,
But I still like her persistence.
And if you see the world from her e...
The Retrieved SOUL
The limited me, the limited you, can ignite the residue.
Let the past burn, but this time with the facts and no chapter will be due.
Be the passage for my bloom and not for my DOOM.
The key is in your hands, unlock the right door this blue moon!
Faithful women will give you so much of their attention, you might start thinking it's because they have no other option.
Truth is, they have plenty.
They just don't entertain that shit....
i scaled the stars,
rested beneath their celestial fabric
i waited with the mourning moon
until daylight painted us both
in colors of change
until we were both bathed
in an ephemeral shine
- ashley jane
Waqt waqt pe badle log Safar me,
Aaj waqt ne hi kaayar Bana diya,
Jis sheher ki Roz mannate karta tha,
Iss seher use vida kar chala hu,
Ab raasta mera manzilein nahi khojta,
Bas kinaare khade in pedon Ko taakta h,
K kisi baarish me bheegte hue,
meri nazrein mude teri awaz pe,
Aur Ruk jau Wahi,
Par tujhese phir barbaad ho jau,
Kaayar ab nahi,
Tu toh beet gaya, beeta reh
Jeene ki thodi talab ab bas reh gayi h mujhme,
Ae khoobsurat waqt mere,
Tere Safar ke kai udhar h mujhpe,
Bache hue is Lamhe Ko mujhe,
Bekarz jee Lene de...
Breath of day
To take my breath
Each new day is a day to start again; to believe that anything is possible. Get up, take that first breath of hope, that first breath of beauty - know that you can and you will get through #fatih #hope #love
#waiting #CMApril2020 writing prompt
#BreathOfDay #AprilFalls poetry challenge
I hear you calling out my name, I hear the hushed whispers in the dark. Pull me in and let me feel your chest against me. Your call echos through my mind as I tear apart the walls I built around myself to keep you out. I want to break out of this cage I have locked myself in and feel the freedom of your kiss and the brush of your hands. I am in my tower waiting to save myself from the dragons of my own creation.
(With a Man)
I ask: define man.
Man: when you see a human eyes full with flood of blood but not a single drop cross limits.
I ask: may be that human is a woman.
Man: the difference is
"if the blood dries in eyes she is a woman"
"if it goes in heart and dry than a man".