If not today, then when? When will you start giving to *you* what you were hoping so hard, and waiting so long to receive from *them*? It’s not selfish to give a little bit to the one you hang with the most. They say giving is better than receiving, anyways. Let’s test that theory, shall we? 💖
The fantasies,entwined in the web's of our mind.
The fiction of life,
The stories that unhide.
You have taken a hard step,
I must say.
For choosing to read the book,
For there are burns and there are scars.
And immense love that can make you starve.
The hatred that will pain,
And the touch mesmerizing the frame.
The sights of the unseen mystery,
The smell of the secret lover.
The nights and glittering stars,
The hidden moans and subsided sparks.
I will make you whirl in your own thoughts,
And you will agonize to pull yourself away.
For the pleasure you will gain,
Would inturn feel like the ruthless pain.
A beautiful face is easy to see, composed of many features from simple genetics.
But a beautiful soul is rare, composed of memories, lessons and a kind heart.
A beautiful soul, constantly evolves and never dismisses another's words or actions.
It has been trapped in dark times and has emerged with the sun, much brighter and wiser than before.
It never completely ends,
The screaming inside my head.
It leaves then revisits,
My strength to defend diminishing.
It's turbulent waves of attacks ten times stronger,
Despondency growing with every passing second.
My mind sinking deeper within the realm of darkness.
------------*--------------*---------------*--------------*---- She is everywhere
Wandering amongst us
Evading eye contacts
Covering herself up
Size not fitting societal premises
Shape beyond our parameters
Body shamed for being herself
Confidence buried deep beneath a soaked pillow
Lost her mojo when once she was called a fatso
We have mocked her, looked down upon her
Been every bit of what she didn't deserve
So wary of us being judgemental
Girl without a face, is everywhere... #girlwho_series #pod #mirakee @writersnetwork
All you ladies out there,
who were born to be rare,
perfect in your own ways,
and wings worth a stare.
You are savage and raw,
with the crown you draw,
to live life like a queen,
and make your own law.
Those eyes full of hate,
which see you as a bait,
unaware that you exist,
to decide your own fate.
Not for anyone to tame,
but to win in every game,
you are meant to be fiery,
with a raging fire to claim.
Your body is like an ocean,
with curvy waves in motion,
let no one splash it wildly,
to cause rippling explosion.
Made of love and kindness,
blessed with patent wiseness,
lacking no essence or charm,
you are an ideal of rightness.