Just To live a little, there is a lot to fight,
Each fight demands a huge price.
Pay the price, but get ready to live each day on a roller coaster ride,
Shallow connections everywhere to be found, still believing to get at least one right.
Make a mistake, fall to rise, but you have to give up on your pride,
Last Fight to make it right, only to find perfection in plight.
Today women are more aware and standing upfront to deal with life with or without any support. While I personally feel proud of them, sometimes it aches my heart when I see them dim their light. …
Sensations between us are tempting me to surrender to your interests.
Every bone in my body craves for it and longs for the thunder hidden in wild.
Still, I am stuck between right and wrong.
Sometimes, I know the difference and other times I am as oblivious as a child among adults.
I believe that we have the power to make it right.
But you are merely a lie tangled to my breath — making it a harder fight.
We are like star-crossed lovers or should I say unleashed wild individuals resisting the urge to burn ourselves in the ashes of love.
Well, yes me saying NO definitely hurts.
But you know what hurts more?
Lies, manipulation, twisting situations, making someone feel guilty because you know they will feel it easily. Talking about being able to say everything with closed ones and being guarded for your own damn feelings.
Telling them that…
I don’t keep stars in my pocket, I don’t wear daisies in my hair. My body doesn’t smell like heaven. My face is full of scars. My dark circles and deep eyes are telling a different tale than what I have to speak.
Ever seen someone to be proud of…
Why we don’t celebrate our independent daughters? Why we have to look towards it with a sympathetic point of view? what is wrong in appreciating them for not waiting for someone to save them? Why do we ridicule their freedom and always trying to sabotage their self-confidence by shaming them…
She was wild and reckless.
But her soul was gripping tightly to the hollowness at the heart.
Was she battling? Yes, she was fighting chaos.
Her mind was occupied with a sweet misery.
Or you can say a loving memory of someone she loved with a pure heart.
It keeps reminding her of the days she felt alive.
Now, when it is gone.
Scars are wide open — screaming in her face.
Meanwhile, far away in the woods, she saw hope. Maybe another “NOBODY”
“Would you dare to stay?” She asked anxiously. She never had the answer.
She doesn’t want to bother anyone — but there is a desire to hold somebody close.
Maybe someone who can help her find a peaceful place somewhere between chaos and sweet misery.
Prediction considering the data from the past is now part of our lives. Gone are the days where people had no clue about the weather of the next few days or Facebook could suggest relevant news or products to buy. …
Show Must Go on…
“How it feels to be an alien among your own people?” She asked.
“Ohh!! foolish of you to assume that they are your people”. a strange voice replied.
She ignored the voice.
She was reflecting a glow in her smile that people could really feel when around.