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There are hundreds of languages in the world,but smile speaks them all.
2077/09/048'49 pm.I missed you all so much.I've gathered up some courage and finally write.I'm sorry for taking it long.
About a month ago my dad had an accident just beside my house. I and my sister were having our sister talk. Suddenly, we heard a noise of vehicle different than usual like a heavy crash. Before, I could even get a second thought about what was happening. My sister screamed dad. After that everything was a blur for a while. And then it hit me. I ran as fast as my legs could take me. Dad was lying on the ground I couldn't even see it. Hot tears rolled beneath my eyes. I touched my dad with a shaking hand and a heart filled with grief but I couldn't feel my hands, legs, the face they were cold like ice. I was there numb standing like a statute just staring at the ground. Someone poked me and then I was conscious I called the ambulance and then police likewise but this sound samparga huna sakena repeating, again and again, made me want to hit at everything around.At a time like this, I realise that change should be made not just for the shake of the modern period but for the shake of general public service too. In a hurry, we weren't able to catch the number of a car and this came out to be just another hit and run case. Police finally picked up the call. After explaining the situation for minutes. Police said don't worry about it. We will catch a culprit. Some parts of me were relieved but another part of me was worried sick for dad. The feeling of helpless and hopeless enact my soul entirely. I was a hopeless daughter who couldn't do anything for unconsciousness dad.After what feels likes hours dad was taken to hospital. Fortunately, it wasn't that serious and by God grace dad was okay. However, I'm not.I called the police for a second time this time they asked me about the dad accident and some random question like ' the name of the hospital where he was taken, any proof about the vehicle like number plate or any other parts, we got this thing like a headlight or something similar I explained to him He said we are still looking for the culprit unlike before police sound suspicious.I wasn't feeling good about it. Even if we couldn't get a number plate we had enough evidence. There was eyes witness who said it was a white car and the speed was unbearable. And for god shake, police assured me saying we will call headquarters police and do our best for which I was relieved.After approximately 2, 3 hours dad was bought home. I called the police for the third time this time he said the victim is in the house right?I replied saying yes.He was like why are you calling then. I felt like I was being questioned for something bad. Ignoring the fact I was already afraid to talk. I asked him anyway saying what about the culprit? He literally, said do you think we are responsible for every accident that happens?It was definitely not the answer that any general public would expect from the so-called trustable police. My vulnerable self couldn't resist the amount of betrayal given by the last hope' police which we consider as a deity was actually a fraud dying for the shake of promotion and cash.Since then I'm having a nightmare about that particular incident. Over and over again. I'm anxious, worried sick. Every night I do different things to distract myself. Listen to good music, movies, dramas, series yet I'm not at ease. I get the flash memory about the past month. When I close the eyes to avoid the grief I hear a scream which increases my anxiety even more. Whenever dad goes to office I go to the world of trauma and misery. I can't even breathe like one should. Until dad returns home back I'm not relieved. My thoughts are consumed by some unnatural force I'm not aware of. I can't handle it anymore. I feel like someone else is dwelling inside my body making me difficult even to just breathe. Today my mom is out for some personal reason. It's already 3 pm but she isn't home yet. I've been constantly staring at my watch waiting for mom to be home back. My thoughts are killing me. I thought of sharing this to my sister I tried but I couldn't. I just can't do this to her it's just my mind I know but I can't even control me. I don't want her to worry about the things which are nothing more than a hoax, yet it stings like those red inks on the white t-shirt not sure who can actually, vanish it.I'm writing this to you cause I and my sister have an exam after a few days. We have to travel. But, I'm scared even to just glance at a bus. Idk, How will I be able to give the exam when I'm not at the right state along with travelling. I'm not myself anymore. All this year I did everything in my will just to stop myself from doing the things I shouldn't. This time it's my mind which is not functioning well. This isn't me. No, I'm not this.I'm an extremely private person. I don't share my things. I did everything on my own. I'have endure it all alone. I write not cause it's my hobby or passion. Sometimes I to write to distract myself, Sometimes to escape myself from this harsh reality. This time I'm writing cause just writing isn't enough. I need someone to hear me. Something in me is changing and This time I think I can't do it alone. I just can't.©fairytales_
I'll never let my heart die cause I loved you from the core of my purity, still you pick to tell me a goodbye. here, my hopes die with my fragile heart and with a wish of your come back, maybe someday.but still there is nothing left between us except my broken heart and your betrayal. how the person gets addicted to what her heart likes the most, and can't imagine to live without him. love makes you lose everything you've even your own breath.does the love holds a period of time to love, and then they betray to their love when they quench the thirst of the heart and then they move on in a search of new love with another person and they call themselves a true lover and each promises he made to me was a lie. merely he knows to take a love, he hasn't learned to give back nor to make a true love. my love was true and pure for him, maybe that's why still, I crave for you, I need you to breathe, I can't let my heart die and I'm helpless, I can't write my own fate, I can't write you as mine in the sky of my love and I can't make all the poems of my own diary which I wrote on you as a fairy tale it will never been my story now. I can't beg for the love which I don't own, but the time we spend in each others arms I'm just left with those bliss memories. the taste of your love is still on my lips and that exotic breath of yours is still in my lungs and the way my heart wants to hear your heart beats here again I failed to hate you. I want back that peaceful period of my life where I spend my nights placing my head on your chest and the butterflies on my sensitive skin feels like bliss when you used to touch me I still feel that serene feeling whenever I think about you. my brain needs peace cause you used to play with my hairs and my eyes are restless to see you and for those kisses, without it I've never fallen asleep. what where the season will be your nights are always a way to short when we crave for each others love. how can I let my heart get into frozen metaphor when it was the only thing I've as a sign of your with a love bite of betrayed in a love with a broken heart. and it's the only thing I've to live a little more with the memories of yours. I've lots of memories of your and a love, blot on my skin but not you.And I was reciting love poems to you, but the verses and the rhyming betrayal each word on my love which I wrote about us and again, I lost my faith in loveeven my words are not justice to me in love just like you did to me, all the poems are buried in the fire of your lovestop finding yourself in a broken pieces of my heart once it was a home of someone's whom I loved more than anything and in my every prayer I wished you to be mine rather than a wish of being in paradise each time I pray for you©rumanrulesneverend
This is seriously a senseless and a meaningless write (•-•)
Everything has to end someday even true love have to, cause the love we've with limitless lies, which lies between us every freaking time does this relationship work out till your last breath. for him love is just to make on bed, he just needs a peace of hours cause the stress he got from his work and the world, it's the only way he relaxes himself, he is a good artist he now will how to play with emotions, he merely now the essence of love on nights, which makes me more intolerable cause love means not being exotic it's an ecstasy for every anthropoid still not every couple delight withthe love between a man and woman made a couple with two bodies one soul and where the wife has always be a heart and husband will be a heartbeat cause even after marriage, a man can fall in love with another woman, but his wife, she loved only and only him there is no love in my life cause for me love is to lay out a sort hour with each other every day, just not to meet to make a love, he comes near me only on the nights like the moon kissed loneliness, it's better to be alone rather than dying in love by him on the love of betrayal before sun kissed my cheeks he goes million steps far away from me to make again love but with someone's else to breath her to live her. how a married man can think about another woman, how can he give her a place in his heart, "still I agree that a men will be a men, but not every men are same" but, how can a girl fall in love with a married man? I understand love is not done, it happens, but how can someone break their home how someone can snatch their love and dreamed of being happy with him forever. how can she believe in his love even she knew, when he can leave me for you, then again he can leave you for someone else. I always dreamed my consort should be like my papa honest and true lover as he do with my mom he never make her feel alone as time passes in their life, still love has never diminished between them, my father always walked as my mother's shadow and my mother became his soul.I want to live the love, but I'll not let, love take close to me to the death of every moment©rumanrulesneverend
You and me you complete me me who loves; me your love Love of care love you forever forever is just not a word forever I live in you, you know I can die for you, you breathe in me Me living for your love me without you is zilchzilch is impossible zilch well dies between us Us saw a dream, a dream of a fairy tales marriage, we saw holding hands together till your heartbeat has the essence of your loveLove which made us learn to live, love a book of worship with the never ending pages of trust, grasp, faith, romance with a fight of being foreverTogether we are together we wait blessed, now you're mine now, let your heart throb, throb in my chest as you thaw on my lips My heartthrob, throb only for youmy heart is you you are mine, you're precious Indeed, love is a berry of paradise©rumanrulesneverend
Your kisses thaw on my lips as love taking us in the heaven of forever and when I placed my head on your chest, those serene heartthrob of yours, which made me blush with the bliss of my name, which your heart utters each second and the love your lungs breath©rumanrulesneverend
लगता है खुलासा, हो गया सच का, मिले थे जो जख्म उसे, उसके पीछे, मैं नहीं थी, पूछना चाहा, कहाँ मेरी गलती थी, फिर याद आया, शिकवा नहीं किया जब अपनो से, फिर वो तो बस, एक friend थी, पास होकर भी बहुत दूर थी, बाते अब बस formal थी, ज्यादा नहीं, बस एक गलतफ़हमी थी, बेखबर हूँ उससे, पर यहाँ,एक जगह आज भी खाली थी ....
Inspired by Daddy Issues - The Neighborhood
Raining across the windows Hazel eyes, gloominess down it blows Head resting on wooden slateHand bruised with iron gate Arcade, bars and wet tissues Dont tell me but I know you got daddy issues.Troublous life, with accuses and blamesYour mom suffered, prey of games It didnt matter, but now you're deadIt hurts, see theres a thorny bedLove? Noone can do better than youCoz baby I know you got daddy issues. Angry? Sadist? Aged? She can bear it allCan you show a little empathy? Its season of fall Tell her shes pretty, sweet and stressed Able to cope with anger, with an abusive dad she was blessed Little sunshine amidst chaos, nothing she could doCry a little, I know you got daddy issues.©vivenne
LOVING ME IS SOO DAMN TOXIC, I may hurt people who love meI may keep hurting them bit by bit, To keep them away from this toxic sore. And and it's alright if you hate me for thisCuz darling I don't even think to hurt you ever... I've built a wall around me so that nobody can love my flaws.I've scars on my wrist on my back they are deep as dark night, I hide them beautifully so that nobody can see those scars of mine, And if you see those scars even you also start hating me. I don't understand why you start falling for me, For you there must be an angel who would love you more than you. Soo don't love me, leave me aloneI belong to this lonelinessI'm not worthy for your love....... *Why the hell you don't understand "I'm not worthy for you It's better for you to stay away from me".. ©Aashi
A rant.Lame, but permanent bc felt cute. (I'm extremely sorry, ik I suck at writing long ;-;; )See ya'll soon :'')
~Letter to a new born~
Dear baby, First of alI I hope you're born good I mean without any complications.So you might be feeling quirky? Seeing such big giants staring at you, some crying while some smiling. I wish your parents are the grinning ones, disregarding your gender. You have no idea what kinda inequalities exist. Okay so lemme tell you that no matter what your complexion is, fair, wheatish or dark, you'll be the brightest shine your mother could ever see.(Also I hope your parents are excited but not as much as the ones in cello butterflow ballpen ad and in flow they give you a neverending name. ;-;;)Guess what!? When I was just 3 minutes old, my grandfather announced I'll become a doctor ! But who knew the future, I hate bio for no reason. So ultimately don't let others decide your future. It's your own decision, be precise with it.(In 3 idiots even virus at the end said, "be what you want, i won't stop you" xd)You! Yes you. Don't hurt your mother ever, no wait actually don't hurt anyone. Always remember how much pain she went through while introducing you to this world. Don't let her feel low. You have no idea how many nights she's gonna spend awake just to make you fall asleep. (Also I hope making you fall asleep won't give her dark circles in return. -.-I want you to run to her and say mummyyyyy, and a random person getting shocked mummy? XD)Okay, so on a serious note whenever you feel low and depressed go and visit an orphanage. Or whenever you feel deleterious after a small argument with your parents, visit an oldage home.Take care kiddo!- A stranger©chaheti_rathore
तू पास से गुजरता हैतो तू नहीं, अब बसहमारी यादें मुझे याद आती है।-अपर्णा बिरले