Be the flower that leaves its fragrance even on the hands of the one crushing it.
Don't lower your standars for anyone or anything.
Self-respect is everything
I never thought i would believe in love
I never thought i would wait for ur texts
I never thought i would smile seeing ur name
I never thought i would get so blessed n happy
I never thought i would get happiness
U proved me wrong u made me feel that i deserve to be happy 😊
She was 18 when i met her for
The first time,
Don't remember something else
But i guess its all just fine.
A little clumsy she was
But had a charmy smile,
Drawing some pictures
Had a dream of aisle.
I didn't understand anything,
Of what was in her mind
Or what was she saying,
Or what could she imply.
But as we grew closer
One thing that i realise,
She had a bunch of secrets
And no single place to hide.
She had a couple dreams
To find such a place,
Where she could live alone
And nothing to be afraid.
She says she'll be fine,
Erasing all the lines.
The world tries to draw out for her
And she says,
I know world's fucked up,
I know it's not kind,
She accepts everything
Have you ever wondered how disappointing life is? Anyway, I think I have been delving into depression more and more every day and I have no escape.
It's almost as if I am a desperately helpless cat scratching the walls of a deep stone-walled pit that it is always useless to try. I keep getting pulled back and slipping deeper into the abyss of darkness and nothingness full of worthlessness and being expendable to people.
I sometimes hate myself because no matter how hard I try, it is never enough and my therapist never treats me like a client sometimes. He treats me like a psychologist, assuming I know more than the normal clients we get on a daily basis. I've never bee...
Dear Sonia David,
Haha:) thought as much!! How old are you btw???
My day is kinda sloppy.. Been slogging since morning and I'm drained out. How about you? How's your day coming up???
We often ignore the ones , who we think will wait for us anyway..
But, time has got its own way.. it has got its own game to play.
- Arunima 💕
I came back here after a month or so today, only to realise that this place will soon be shut. Was it fate that brought me here today?
I sent my first letter on 16th September 2016, and here I am after 4 years and 13 days. I don't even know how I feel at the moment. Guilty about not visiting more. Sad about the little time we have left. Unsure about the future, about how it will be once I no longer will be able to reminisce these memories.
Lettrs has been my journal, my friend, my group therapy, my happy place, my place where I would go when I would be completely alone and restless. It's everything.
Everyone has had a different reason or purpose to join this place. Some wanted to promote t...
The purest form of love for me is where you use your Heart to express your feelings rather than your Brain .
The greater our flexibility, the better we'll bounce back
A negative reaction to a down mood is normal. We're human, it's what we do. When it comes to downs, we spend a little too long moping by ourselves, choosing to stay in the moment. You know, in case of ups and downs, there's no instruction manual for climbing out of a down mood. When you find yourself in such a situation, try to stop the negative thought process and immediately change the internal conversation to focus on what there is to learn.
A down suggests something hasn't gone according to plan. Grab your plan and re-assess it. Be kind with your thoughts and try not to let a negative mindset prevent you from f...
આંખો માં ઝાલી આખી રાત છે,
તરોતાજા કુંપળ ફુટ્યા ની વાત છે!
મહેંકતું કરશે, ખીલતું કરશે હૈયું
સાંભળો,આ પુષ્પ પારિજાત છે!
દિવાલો કહે તો શંકા ય ઉપજે,
આતો કાન માં કીધેલી વાત છે!
ભમરોં ચુમશે,પતંગીયા ને ગમશે
પછી પાનખર નો જ સંગાથ છે!
ગઝલ પત્રો ની વચમાં છું પડ્યું,
જીવન ખરેખર આટલું શાંત છે?
Sliding down the sliding life,
With smile on the face,
Like a double edged knife....
Tossing and turning in the home,
With themselves alike the fertile loam,
Trying to show things fine through her phone....
Waking until asleep,
Loads of chores deep,
Lining up alike the other sheeps...
Wading through the household maze,
Lost in her own gaze,
Gaping at her drifting dreams in a daze...
Working all the day without a name and a fame,
All caught up in the vicious societal game,
Terming her choice as a shame...
Killed before birth,
Still decorates her home like a hive...
Yet she loves,
Does she smile,
Whenever she covers a mile...
She is our might,
Fearless in all si...
These days, i want to,
Just to feel alright.
When i wake up, i don't wanna
Feel empty inside
I have got work to do,
So i try to do them
Hoping they'll make me feel something
I have got a lot of dreams
So i pursue them
Hoping they'll make me feel worth
I have got books to read,
So i sit to read them
Hoping they'll make me feel happy
I've got things to watch,
So i watch them,
Hoping they'll break the melancholy
But its been weeks, and month
I look what I've become
I think of me, and think of everything
They say if you're not happy alone
You won't be happy Anyway
And that's something I'm scared of
Cause i haven't felt a slight
In months i guess.
I wake up everyday with some hope
Maybe doing thi...
“Thoda pichad zaroor gaya hun , Hara nhi hun
Gira zaroor hun , uthna bhoola nhi hun
Himmat harta zaroor hun, ladta firr bhi hrr bar hun
Akela zaroor hun , Dil se kareeb fir bhi hun
Rota mai bhi hun , chehre par muskurahat fir bhi rakhta hun,
Roothta mai bhi hun ,
Manata fir bhi aksar mai hi hun
khokla hi samjhlo,
1 Dil mai bhi rakhta hun.”
My mind is incessantly at war with my heart.
"The heart is wrong, don't listen", the mind says vehemently.
"If this is wrong, I don't ever want to be right", the heart argues adamantly.
No matter who conquers the fight,
I stand vanquished.
Ve payal ta phejdi, pawaun vi aja
Ve pyaar ta karda hai, jataun vi aja.
I don’t know why I’m writing you this and I certainly don’t know how we got here. We were just laughing about our iniquities and sobbing over our insecurities as we supported our heads on each other, realising we’ve got each other’s backs. But, I don’t know what happened and why it’s all diminished to the mere ash of a cigarette.
You taught me to love again and laugh again and stand back up again after him and you left. You left me hanging with no choice now but to pierce the very knife in my arm and bleed. Bleed out dry until you’re satisfied to see my lifeless cadaver in your dreams and fantasise about the fact that you let go.
You let go even after your forever promises a...
Why did you leave him?
She knew he would be happy without her.
She said n smiled.
Tear dropped, went unnoticed.