Just for today..
- Let my mind be blank
- Let my emotions stop
- Let me sit still, and do nothing.
For today, the only cure I believe I need is disconnection.
Don't feel bad for making decisions that upset other people, you are not responsible for their happiness, you are responsible for yours only....
Failure is not what is defined by people with degrees. Failure isn't not succeeding.
Failure is when you read your letter written a year ago and still relate to its negativity as so fresh and alive.
- komal kalra
An unpleasant emotion caused by the belief that someone or something is dangerous, likely to cause pain, or a threat.
The knowing and unknowing what drives you and reading in between the lines as lies were told to you.
FEAR as if you couldn’t sleep at night.
The thoughts that run in your mind as it clashes through nervousness, as sweat poor out like water as you toss and turn into the night.
Shameful memories creep up on you like traumatizing imagery our sad REALITY.
To not knowing who to trust or who to LOVE.
Loyalty has its cost no one never told you why, when, how, and what it would cost.
The undenying uncertainty what we dare put a face or express with wo...
I am back there. i'm here now. i already got a job.
i am working on getting my daughter to getting checked out by the doctor to find out what's going on with her not talking. i hope that the doc will tell us it's okay... i don't want to have something slowing down my daughter. i feel like it's my fault. those that know, you can read my past lettrs. well, to those that don't know.
anyway, i know it's important to find out but i dread knowing. i care deeply and so i need to follow through. i am trying to figure out what to do next. i know i need pyscharacrtist to talk about my issues and what's going on with myself. i am not going to go to a drug counselor. i know why i get high. i know wha...
It terrifies me that I'm falling this hard..
But at the same time
It feels too good to let go
My heart is not ready yet to take the risk
But his soul is pulling me in...
And it's making me feel safer than ever
I'm a compulsion on her part
For there are no options, she said.
The day she is given one,
I'd be left, stranded, alone,
All because I didn't know what satisfies her anymore,
Toxicity diffusing in my plain,
I would corrode,
And when I fall,
I'd be flowing iron,
Innate Potential, Begging Survival.
Yes, I have failed and I have been content with each try that didn't fly
I have been groveling for that one opportunity, destined to lie
I prior to having penned any emotion, would never cry
For all it's worth, people,not emotions leave you hanging out to dry
I have been dejected for all those times, competency was pry
I have woken up to daze, latent in sigh, quitting a tie
I have wondered if I were even going to make it, time passed by
Today I write, imperfecting the rift, passion may never buy
But a moment to live never wanting to ask WHY.
P.S I have never been so true to myself about my failures, dese...
I wonder...will there ever be someone who will never dissapoint? Lately I had this thought or fear, that someday I will get to dissapoint someone, even though I try not to. I am also afraid that because of this fear, I will actually dissapoint...so it's kind of messed up.
Am I the only weirdo who thinks that way?
She din say it, neither did he.
Nobody says it, doesn't mean the story doesn't exist.
To the memory of Jet Airways..
It's been 3 months, my mechanical body has never been as heavier as ever. I am a Boeing 777 , once operated by Jet Airways, parked in the deserted part of some airport. I remember a time, when my GE90s (engines) roared with pride. My wide body was worshipped and my livery, I embraced.
I don't know what went wrong, but I have not felt so useless and helpless ever. I thought it's maintainance I require and I kept waiting for the engineers each day but one day two Boeing 737s were parked beside me as well. They're of the same livery as mine.. I knew it's something chronic.. and I'm afraid if I'll ever lift again.
I'm envious of each aircraft I see taxiing...
I learned to say goodbye
I learned to walk alone
With no hand to hold
And no shoulder to lean on.
So I let you go in my mind
Although it’s been years since you left.
All those tears were my bath
And I am clean now and just like that
I am new as the green shoots of new plants.
I am who I was born to be after all
And while I could not call it
A wonderful life,
Still I call it mine.
El miedo lo sientes tanto en el corazón como hasta en los huesos. Se apodera de tu mente al punto que no sabes si vives o simplemente sobrevives; o si vale la pena vivir. Por más que intentas escapar, siempre permanece presente. Te grita en cada fuerte latido que sientes, y te preguntas si algún día mejorará o solo te acostumbrarás.
bheege kaagaj ki tarah kar dia tune zindgi ko ,
na likhne ke kaabir choda na jalne ke .
I wish I could stop writing about sadness, but it seems that my muse only responds to that particular feeling.
Only when I am empty, it comes down and fills the void left within me. I am suffocating under thousands of doubts made of ice and suddenly I can breathe.
Why am I talented only when I want to die more than nothing?
Hours in the shower
Spent thinking what to write
I want to write a poem about you
A song about us
And I come up with nothing.
Writer's block, they say,
It happens to everyone.
Is that the reason why
I don't have any words to say about you?
Every thought about you was a poem to me
All I see now is a huge void
With you on the other side
Staring back at me.
If this space is love,
Our love might just be
The greatest of all.
You love sex and cigarettes,
I love coke and whiskey.
You've burnt away our love
Like that cigarette in your hand
And I drown myself in drink
Just to keep myself sane -
And all that remains is the lust in our bodies.
Our love is precious,
In the end, you are all alone, as people will always love you when it’s convenient for them.
She filled her pail
Over and over again
As the rolling waves
Tickled her toes
Of pale sand
Went in and went out
Trying so hard to build
The castle in her dreams
The one where
She was never alone
And the story
Never ended. JD
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It is difficult to coexist with dreams..you know, there are stages, first is the one where you know you have one..you feel good about it..you chase it..you strive hard...it gives you a purpose...then comes the second stage, this is where you see that every action is an inch closer to that ..but it still is too far..that annoys you..you crib, you blame others..still you feel someday you will realise it, then comes the last..this is where you see it crawling..it is exhausted..about to succumb to the reality called LIFE..not everyone is fortunate to get what they envision ..LET IT DIE..not everything has a beginning and an end..some poems don’t rhyme..and not every dream can turn true...