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Never promised moon and stars,
But Held hands in life's common paths.
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Drove through trial lanes,
Where glares of failure tried blinding the vision,
Yet the enduring spirit,
Directed the ambitions to the gates of success.
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Let me cook these days with love,
So when you bite on those memories,
A taste of joy tickles your heart
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Hopes dressed in your thoughts,
Robbed my pains,
And i was left with nothing,
But Just happiness..
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There won't be golden days forever,
When dark will choke the light ,
Hope you be my silver lining
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Bitter lies laced with sweet promises,
That melted on the lips with every kiss..
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I'm a wild flower,
Don't choke me with your love.
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Buried my love for you in the backyard,
Today a tree breathes on it ,
with its lush green leaves and rainbow flowers.
Love stays,
even if the lover fades..
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The moon takes the light of the sun to survive the night
and when days comes sun shines bright.
No one has the power to steal your light.But if you have enough , do impart some in the dark days of others
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On what pains you construct your happiness,
Is what makes all the difference..
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The excellence you applaud,
are the traces my agony left behind
as words.
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Read More"if beauty comes through pain,how much pain one should go through to be labelled as 'beautiful'?
title is taken from song by Bon Iver.
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@felix__anima @asphodel_ @inara__ @vivenne you people are the reason i still haven't left this place.
@raika_ @thousand_splendid_thoughts aap logo ne dhamki di thi isliye likha tha (._.)skinny love
apart from switching off alarm,
each morning my skeleton arm,
reaches to weighing scale and inchtape,
to measure my tonnage,limbs and belly to specify my shape,
and it's exciting stimulus,
even if i shed my size by centimeters,
each morning i gather my bones,
fats 'under' and taunts 'on' my skin,
for it's uneven tones,
to keep staring myself in mirror,
until i feel disgusted and wish for bigger
thigh gaps,and thighs more skinnier,
flat belly isn't convincing to me,
it's concave one i wish it to be.
i keep inhaling,
until i am assured i feel my ribs,
against my skin,
i keep exhaling,
until i am convinced my waist size,
is smaller and thin,
i keep grumbling about,
the extra layers i possess,
until my palm is impressed,
and can feel the bones beneath.
apart from wearing body warmers,
in months of may and june,
even in hot summer noon
and not feeling the warmth,
of blood circulating in my own veins,
it takes winning over 20 battles and pains,
to feel my 4 extremities,
cold feet and other numb entities.
i keep skipping,
meals till I'm feared,
the acid in stomach may digest the gut,
i keep convincing,
mumma by phrases, ' i am full'
and 'i don't like cookies and doughnut'
i keep flushing,
calories by throwing away the food,
and hiding quickly before mumma starts questioning 'what-'
apart from wearing the clothes
sized too big to conceal my 95 lbs fat body,
and trying hard not to faint,
by gulping the water down to my empty stomach,
it takes fighting my social anxiety,
constantly running hyper aware
already exhausted brain,
and bypassing through at least 73 pair of eyes,
to reach my seat in a classroom.
apart from learning history and science
it takes calculating the calories inside,
my lunchbox to decide my eligibility,
to devour,chew and swallow my next meal.
apart from attending classes,
maintaining notes and gratitude journals
it take writing about 'skinny-is-beautiful' assertions and repeating them,
when hunger hits,when i feel "i am not full".
i like how my friends compliment,
my 24 inch waist as accomplishment,
the dresses that flaunt my collarbone,
and cosmetics that enhance my cheekbone,
more the praises that say 'beautiful'
more i hate being full,
more i am convinced about my lifestyle,
and lot more it pushes me to suppress my appetite for a while.
but i hate how my brain keeps running,
around numbers and counting,
grams and pound,
inches and meters,
joules and calories.
i hate how my head always feels light,
even after carrying tonnes of toxicity,
and how my body feels so heavy,
despite its fragility,
and i hate every time i have to repeat, same boring assertion to suppress my hunger heat,
when my nose senses the aroma of something sweet.
i hate the amount of time i spend,
thinking about excuses to skip dinner,
and lunch over weekend.
every night my skeleton hands,
write how much i want to change myself,
and every morning the same hands,
reach out to weighing scales and inchtape,
just to make sure, nothing is going in vain,
afterall,beauty comes through pain.
right?
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