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Stop me.

Tell me to stop. To stop everything I've been thinking. To stop every single breath I take in your thoughts. To stop being awake, looking for you. Tell me to loose hope. Tell me to let go all of it. Tell me that it doesn't matter. Tell me to stop looking for all the answers, cause I am not going to stop on my own until I break some serious parts of Me.
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Loosing hope

I am crying, trying to stop it. My eyes are shining but my smile is dull. I am trying too hard for not letting anything go. And I guess it's time to stop. I need my heart to stop beating for a while. It's just that I am tired of fighting with all of it. I want it to stop. I need to lie down nd loose hope. I need to stop being the person I am. I want to stop this show. This is all a show. I am fed up with this. I need no one but deep inside I know that I desperately need someone by my side to convince me that I am wrong. A person for whom I can finally stop winning. I need that person to love me for a while now cause it's been ages since I have felt that happy emotion. Love doesn't make sense to most of the people but love is something that doesn't need to make sense to make sense. It's not a thing a person can ever understand. But without love, everything will fall, humanity will fall. And I am falling. I need the person to stop me from drowning. I have put all ...

After all of it.

In the end, he was not sad... After all of it, he was still up strongly. The window was still open, trees were still green, the sky was still blue, the sun was still... From the ground, his heart was still pushing the blood, after all. The green sun in the field was never more alive. Those moments, in which he was not lost. silence nd beep...

Unloved lover

He became old. His love was still bold. Even after confessing, It was still untold. Now it is sold, the smile he used to hold. He was there still and cold. His heart being old but still unloved and bold. There were lots of it; scars. One of them is the most beautiful one; scar. The love remained as a wound; he loved. Uncomfortable to understand; the expression he holds in his smile. He still holds the courage to love again, The blood of his own. It is going to be a selfless one. The time he had now gone. But he was courageous to love again. Her smile needed him to be happy again. He again dared to love in the end. Unloved one being the lover of his own blood. He was given the chance again to be the reason... He became the blessed one.

Father

Mothers are always in the light when it comes to showing the emotions or feeling. And as being a kid, kids feel a stronger connection towards his mother than that of the father’s. Showing feelings, expressing emotions are always seen as the weakness of people. Nd fathers have this duty to make his family feel secure, and if the father tries to express his emotions then in some ways, it becomes to feel a bit weaker. We image hardness or strictness with bold and emotionless qualities; at least, not with soft-heartedness. Everyone needs to redefine the fatherly image. A person can be soft but this softness of heart should not be seen as the weakness of a person. A kid hides behind his father when he gets afraid. This image has lots of feelings, the trust of the kid in his father that his father will let no harm come to him, the soft love of the father for his kid, that soft love giving him the power to protect his own blood. No matter how hard I try, I’m never going to be happy with my...

It's the way it should be.

Actually, I'm happy that this happened to me. I have experience. I know how people behave. I don’t think there is anything like negative thoughts, it's just an illusion! Life! We live every single moment alone! No one is ever going to understand you exactly! Maybe they will be able to get some of your thoughts but there will be no one who will understand you the way you want! It's a moment! In a flash, you realize that you are all on your own! And time is everything you have nd don't! There will be people who will get closest to you but eventually, they will leave you. Maybe some day the wind will come to you carrying a fragrance of them but you'll realize that they are not a part of your life anymore! It's not negative! It's the way it should be... and maybe that is why we keep finding or giving importance to those who understands! An d love! It's just a word. But the meaning it carries differ from people to people. Everyone’s got a different definiti...

A Fine Day

It was a fine day nd suddenly it rained through the eyes, no reason was there to hide behind.  He craved for the glimpse of her love, the way he imagined her seeing him, a fine relation between the real nd the imaginary. He saw what he wanted to see. The owner of a beautiful mind is lost without any sense of realization. This part of his made him a strong believer of the imagined being the real. He maybe had blinded his ears so he could not see the bitter part, he feared the most. His mind gave it the beauty it deserved but it was never entirely true nor false. She wanted to be touched too, her tears are being wiped off before it falling on the cheeks, the feel of his made her think that it was the way everyone is, so he was left on the bench with memories. The funny mouth they always had together was significant of their love yet when it was lost in the memories, he was smiling all alone nd sometimes he laughed so much that his tears cried the worst out of it, he became someone ...