Why? Everyone wants to judge and nobody wants to listen,just listen to themselves maybe,try to convince their brain about themselves that what they are, I am trying the same and every time I feel I fail yeah!!! I know right it’s freakinggggggg hard to be something just something and I really really hope you succeed:)
I want you guys to be happy You deserve to see the sunniest sunshine,with some coffee by your side and some chocolate on the top,you deserve to have the sweetest laugh where your cheeks get blushed like it has been blossomed like a pink flower, you deserve to have that slow dance with someone you love and if not you deserve to dance with yourself, like I do🔆, you deserve to know that you are special and beautiful because you are!! You deserve to have a warm hug and a heart filled with love, and let me tell you if you don’t have someone to give you that hug then embrace yourself with self love because at the end of the day, not everyone is with the one who they love!!! And btw this is for you guys So try be to happy and yeah it’s hard but you must try ever single day!!!!!
Everyday, Sucks…
But the difference here is He makes everything better The lord
I hate people I hate…
But the difference here is People have a part of god’s energy So love
I feel sad Sorrow…
But the difference here is He is happy,the happiest I should be too right?
I sometimes don’t feel excitement Internal battle…
He is the giver Trust…
I want someone to love me Lover?…
The only true lover is God,just him…
Can I ever be happy? ???
YES,he said Just pray trust and wait…
If silence had some scent It would smell like vanilla with cinnamon With a drop of strain It’s fragrance could drown someone in the Most sorrowful nights and someone to Shine and ignite
The scent of it may smell Bad for many but Also it has its own melody That many do like Like me, I love to dance in this fragrance Sometimes it does smell like dust But many times it gives me the trust Trusts me to stay Because I have someone special To take care of me,when it’s too late
Can,can youu-uu hear me-e? Can you? When I cry which makes sounds Molded with silence Can you? Justtttt hear me? When I say things that are audible But, but people don’t hear it But can you? Can you hear it???
Can you hear my voice which cracks Sometimes In the most odd times? Can you hear my heartbeat when it wants to die And lie Can you?, hear me?
He knew me somehow and I too, we looked at each others eyes for a second and we both experienced each others pain that sorrows our heart fully. Everyday we both feel weird but warm,his eyes have a stain on me and mine to him . His eye are dark brown,bold,like dark chocolate.i was wondering how would he described mine dull? Boring? Or beautiful like a diamond? Maybe. But what I feel is the sorrow that we both are experiencing,it’s difficult and black. Yet we comfort each other by silence and not talking to each other.he know that what can I be feeling and I know as well,sometimes I want to confront him and tell him that he can’t be sad because he is toooo relatable but I can’t and I won’t.every time when our eyes meet we feel something beautiful but painful. Our eyes express our pain and thought that many may not understand but we both do,we know too well…..
Hey! he said as I entered the class,I replied him by saying hi!. He probably was able to see that my face was red and tired, it was visible that I was feeling low not happy. But I went on changed into my shorts and started to run,as I was running my heart was experiencing that old nasty feeling again, it felt that it’s beating face like a boxer. That feeling was the worst, it made my day way worse but I managed to swallow that feeling even though it was hard. After running I started stretching, still that same feeling holded my chest but I didn’t gave up. Now it was my time to play so, I took out my racket, As soon as I touched it I felt the warmth on the tips of my finger something felt weird but I went and played anyways . Every smash,every toss every drop was well played not the best but better. Now the part comes when my day feels good, just after I finished playing i went on the bench sat and drank some water here onwards I went outside to do skipping and he too comes with me, it was soo weird at first because there was this awkward silence between us but he asked me something making the silence less awkward and I answered him, this went on and on until we both completed our skipping, there were some questions that gave me the most fuzziest feeling in the world, it was weird at first but comforting too, he kinda knew that I was not feeling good that day as he saw my red sad face usually it’s always laughing but that day it wasn’t. What happens next will make you happy, so on that day…
It’s easy to get lost is the underworld The door to it seems lock to you, but it’s actually open What leads to there is something we all have The name that we call as Maya(illusion) Maya holds our hand at every step, Checking our abilities to walk not rest
She holds your hand and distracts u At every step and every due
She is unknown to many,but her eyes know u Well if you fail her test, you’ll be know to many Many in the under World, many near it Many lost ones and many who ruined it
So, now it’s time for you to not fail again If you’ll fall, the underworld will catch you And you’ll never wanna know again
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Nitaigaur premanande Hari hari bol ( I hope u guys are happy:))
There is person who sees my Pain When no one gets how it stain He knows..
He watches from the back And feel my emotions Even we don’t talk but it’s audible He trys to listen my thoughts And I sometimes his
He know what it feel to be quiet and strong Because we both are in the same track And everytime we feel each others lack
The eye contact eats me and him He feels the butterflies in his stomach But I feel the illusion that can come up
I feel scared to watch him like me But there is something that verifies me
That he is good not bad Like me, weird sad
He is brown and tall Beautiful like a star I see his beauty, and his smile When his eyes ignites like a candle
He is quiet and don’t talk Just like me, we both feels the connection that’s unknown , it’s so hard to process this though!!!!
There is hole inside that is still digging my soul That trys to see what’s inside But it’s insecure, so insecure to be itself It hides my body, every part The stomach, the legs the beauty that’s left
Beneath that surface is pain, that is still crawling, trying to eat me , give pain and let it stain
It’s trying to see me, what I am? Who I am? And why I am?
Beneath that surface is confusion, weird emotions The droplets of tear The scratches,and the scar It’s so rough, feels like a bluff Faking every move,it’s so hard to explain Is this true?? To let it stain
