Life gives us multiple chances, Writing a chapter or creating history, it's all up to us what we do what we make, I used to control my life, scared if I took my time, it might swallow me, but at last i understand that's not how it works. You don't have to rush through life, You don't have to decide everything over night or in a blink. You don't have to keep running. I hope you start to respect your own, I hope you make yourself a promise scars and wounds.. Life and death are not synonymous with antonyms... Some people live both of them and some die after getting both....
// When I look back to our moments...I realize it was more beautiful than the present...! . There is so much lives in your own worlds, But you destroyed mine. . I had no more control left, Those scars are drawing me into dark endless nights, the nights which is painful in every pieces of mine love. . I loved, I cried, I beg, I tried... Ok I won't judge you ever, But you lied forever. . Yes..past becomes painfull when you thinks about those memories that haunt you.. May be it's time to let go before you lie again.. // @mirakeeworld@mirakee@writersnetwork #mirakee#poetry#quotes#poem#writersnetwork
You never know what someone is going through, Human eyes can see everything, But it fails to see someone's pain, someone's depression, We never realise that trauma is heavy, We just pretend according to own. Who is suffering and who is not suffering but it's important to listen, to understand, to explain, Coz it's never too late if you listen them or yourself, But this is what we forget, because we all are in our own world, We have questions on suicide but behind it what is there we never thinks nor discuss. We see person smiling,laughing and think how happy they must be, how happily they live, how sorted their lives must be, how much success they got, But everyone fails to realise that nothing is there to fill the void inside our heart..our chest, we never know who is suffering and who is hiding pain with a beautiful smile on their face. just listen to them and undertand them, because they are turning slowly into sand and choking every second deep down inside. ♠♠♠♠♠♠ Yes, he is one of my fav and because of is inspiring movies with his acting skills. When I heard the news I'm shocked and my heart is broken but yrr it's not a joke nobody knows how a person is going through, what they feel, in which condition they are. They just closed the doors and start making that pain a poison. Everything is real depression,trauma,pain etc etc so be kind to everyone please. Listen them they are around you, on your calls, on your messages, they might keep you silent but make them believe that you are with them everytime in every problems and every situations.
And yrr please don't lose hope infact be a hope for somebody make them feel that every pain has a painkiller ✌ so be kind to everyone please. Listen them theh are around you, on your calls, on your messages, they might keep you silent but make them believe that you are with them everytime in every problems and every situations.
There was those days, When we create our memories. There are those days, When you destroy all of them. . I know you hurt me, I know you are a liar, Despite all those, I still manage, to have a beautiful smiles. . I always feel like screaming crying, I want to hide, I might not be able, Coz you are my weakness. . I want to escape from your toxic love, But my heart, it still refusing. Flashbacks rushing through my head, Memories buried deep, in the moments of peace, this hell breaks me. . Except these, I smile, acts like nothing effects me. I love, with my broken pieces My heart, feel like screaming crying, a facade of somekind. Don't search for reasons, You are the reason. . My heart, still loves you. My mind, still have thoughts. My soul, still disturbed. I am still longing for you. . You are my peace, You are my love, My heart would still choose you. My heart still choose you.
I'm a lost passenger, on an uncharted voyage; constantly peering into maps and compasses for the right path, that leads to purpose, and salvation, but the road is always wreathed in murky mist; the trail disappears, like waves washing away sandcastles on an isolated beach; when that happens, I feel lost, within too. A sensation inside, that every moment is the beginning or the end, is everlasting and all that I could feel. I have pockets that reek of dead petals of cherry blossoms, from a forgotten spring; I wonder if I'd ever have the courage to let them away, so that they flow down to a graveyard and settle on someone's grave. Like most of the things in this realm are out of place, they are too and it could matter less, because they've found hearth and home in these openings of my denims, but won't they yet swift freely if exposed? Dead but alive, like schrödinger's cat. I wander in this emptiness now and then, aware of every nook and cranny that it could take me, but it persists. All my desires are mirages, the happiness they hold melts, like ice vanishes when placed in one's hands; as soon as I have them I realise the chicanery done; I am trapped inside this vessel, and someone has latched the doors and thrown the key deep into a chasm; escape, escape, escape, but to where?
I'm a vagrant, and I never had a home, but am I in pursuit of one? The answer would always be negative, because perhaps, I ne'er was looking for it. This eternal search, and the picturesque scape faraway, but what for?
If doom is beckoned, I urge to spectate it bare and raw, hurling its tyranny above all, because I'm curious about merely one inspection: