It's like you can share around happiness But when it comes to pain we like to keep it inside And let it burn while we keep adding fuel of memories to it and watch silently the flames burning inside..... Thinking it will one day ease this pain Happens seldom..... We keep on punishing ourselves for crimes we didn't make... It's like some trigger points are inside And just a touch of thoughts and past memories are enough to channelize the pain reflexes within.... Talking in context to biology Each cell responds to pain equally May be it's not making sense now but long term it will come out with severity of symptoms in front... When we are sad our body just feels lost Lethargy runs in our blood and we just like to sleep sleep and sleep to escape out from faces around... This state many term as depression. But this state is a deep state of mental pain For scars outside the flesh are visible but those deep wounds are somewhat invisible.... ........... We try to let it all just go but it stays inside and keeps on repeating itself... It's like out of control.... Pain either changes us completely or destroys us completely... This is how it's nature is... ......... For we can merry around with lots of faces around but to share this pain we hardly find anyone... And this is sometimes a bit frustrating.. ...... It's true not everyone will understand what goes inside but as far as we are breathing it's us who have to drag ourselves from this dark trench... ...... Atleast this pain is loyal many says... But this doesn't mean we will destroy ourselves in it.... For I was just watching a video on youtube about a lady.... Title of that video was ❤️A gutless foodie❤️ ..... Also read about her Her story is really an eye opener to many . She narrates that she started with mild pain in her shoulders and tried every treatment but it never eased her. Then one day while she returned to India one of her dad's friend who is a doctor suspected her symptoms and detected it was not a neural or muscular problm as many doctors detected... As she told she also faces stomach problems and then it follows by pain on shoulder... After all test it was ruled out that she was having a TUMOUR OF STOMACH... so to save it from spreading its mandatory to excise or remove the entire tumour while now she has all her stomach removed and she is living without a stomach. .... ..... Seems unbelievable isn't it..... Indeed... But its true... ....... She narrates she is the only daughter of her parents and after marriage she had clashes with her husband and in laws and as a result of this she underwent into a lot of mental stress.... She used to love cooking and art but everything just stopped as she married.... And she also narrates how this stress landed her into all this trouble... She never told her parents about this... And now after she has done with all the surgical procedure of her ailment she finally lives away from her husband and she has started to enjoy her life on her terms with support of her parents... She is a inspiration to many around and clearly states in many talk shows how stress can be really dangerous..... ... Her page... GUTLESS FOODIE runs in many sites where she shares her recipes and inspires many... Even though she can't enjoy all she cooks yet she says she enjoy food... She has to defecate as soon as she ingests food but still she is far happy from many.... Her name is NATASHA........ ...... We think living in depressed states is just a minor thing but its not like this... Our body responds to every stimulus that hits it... And that is why.... .... The bond with pain can sometimes be dangerous if prolonged..... Stay happy and cherish as you are the one Who deserves to be happy..... The one with a best heart and a best soul ❤️❤️❤️❤️
Away from crowded lanes... Those lonesome terrains often carry inside them Footprints of a glorious and beautiful past once lived... If felt from heart each pebble holds prints of hands that once touched them..... Each thing is associated with a memory Some remember some forgets.....
Those little moments dipped in colours When you just love those strokes You see each shade is actually syncing with your eyes.. The gleam of beauty they just scatter around.. Strokes of colours appears like a rhythm To the lyrical music of your soul.... ....... For art is such a love that never leaves ❤️
Words are magical if they come out from heart... What else can we give around... We are not that big... It's how we all heal and see life holding our share of a spectrum of colours, life gives in our hands.....
It's almost end of summer 2020 and I thought of posting my long summer poem I wrote on my poetic persona. Here, the 'she' is the poetry being personified. Hope you enjoy the read it's been quite a while I hasn't posted and why not be back with one of my favourite writes. Spare time folks. Happy reading let me know in the comments how is it.
जो देना चाहु जवाब तो लोग अपने सवाल बदल रहे हे आंसुओ से पौछ पौछ कर हम अपने गीले रुमाल बदल रहे हे जब उम्मीद ही छूट चुकी है सबसे.........तो फिर दिल में क्यू ये मलाल बदल रहे हे बाहर से जो दिखता था शांत मगर......आज अन्दर से उसके भी बवाल बदल रहे हे जैसे जैसे साल बदल रहे हे कई चेहरों के अब हाल बदल रहे हे
SOMETIMES, I FEEL LIKE HOPE IS A CLASSIC NOVEL WITH CLICHÉD WORDS, WHICH I'M TIRED OF READING OVER AND OVER AGAIN.. It's pages turning yellow.. It's words becoming shallow. It's like a tree full of leaves but it's flowers are withering down. Or a sky full of stars but it's beauty is still dull. The rain full of joy but after sometime it's the reason of storm. Hope... The hope of our parents to see us talk for the first time .. or the hope of ours due to which we take the first step .. The hope that he lived for that she will love him .. Or the hope in which she spend her whole life that he will come back to her. The hope due to which I'm still alive .. The time when I thought to take my life .. By drowning myself in the pool of my tears..I tortured my body till it bleed red gifting myself many scars.. The hope when I thought the flame of those bad words in my heart will come to halt with time .. That the way he always rank my body through his filthy eyes will stop one day .. The hope due to which I always hold myself from taking a big step .. But in the end I got nothing ... I stopped trusting on the word hope that one day my life will be better.. That my body can be scar free .. That my sinful soul can be renewed .. that I can really smile .. that I'm worthy of living .. That I'm important for someone..That I can do this I'm too strong .. I'm brave like a lion.. That yes girl .. you can put the world on fire .. Maybe I also have a heart .. But I think it got replaced with a stone .. The stone which always breakdown into small pebbles.. but then it glue itself up again with this hope that everything will be alright .. I'M TIRED OF READING THIS NOVEL OVER AND OVER AGAIN CALLED HOPE..
"THE RAY OF A NEW SPARKLING HOPE ALWAYS GIVES ME RARE ENERGY THINKING THAT FROM TODAY'S ON EVERYTHING WILL COME AT PLACE GIVING MYSELF A NEW CHANCE TO LOOSE MYSELF AS MY MISERY DANCE AS I LIFT UP MY CRUSHED SOUL AGAIN A FAKE SMILE WILL ALWAYS KISS MY LIPS THE STARS SHINNING AS THEY CRY FOR THE SADNESS THAT MY SMILE DISGUISE MY TEARS WHEN THEY TURN DIAMONDS THE DIAMONDS WHICH EVERYONE DREAMS OF BUT THEY DON'T KNOW TO HAVE THOSE DIAMONDS THEIR HOPE WILL CRUSH DOWN IN THEIR FEET BLEEDING THEM MAKING THEIR HEART MOURN, HISSING IN PAIN THEY WILL BE THIS MUCH BADLY MISERABLE THAT THEY WILL TRY TO HUG THE CAPTIVATING QUEEN "DEATH" BUT THAT QUEEN WILL GIFT THEM GOLDEN COINS NAMED AS HOPE AND ONE DAY THEY WILL BE TIRED TIRED OF RUNNING BEHIND THOSE DIAMONDS BUT THEY WOULD NOT BE ABLE TO HAVE PEACE AND ETERNAL SOLACE". ________________________________________ It's kind of the combination of prose and poetry .. THANK YOU @_rainfrost_ for giving such a captivating line it directly stabs my heart and I can totally relate to it ... #rf_licon_ch ________________________________________ Image credits to rightful owner ..
You Deserve Flowers At Your Doorstep, And Coffee In The Morning. You Deserve Notes Left On Your Dashboard, And Ice Cream Sundae At 3 A.M. You Deserve Honesty Everyday, And To Be Kissed Every Hour. You Deserve To Be Remainded How Beautiful You Are.
I am not present here, and that I accept. In all due respect to all, I lost many friends and respect due to a hate crime, and it spread like cancer. The administrator with words of gold, has smeared my name, written untruths about me. A broken heart and spirit have I. She has acknowledged her myriad illnesses, deep and torturous. We were once friends; I pray for her. I have done no harm, only to warn the users here. I wish you all good will, and best wishes. The truth always comes out like sun rays.