"The Good I Wanted"
They say, “God takes the good to give the best,”
But, Lord, my heart won’t let it rest
The finest gifts You’ve placed in line,
Feel cold and hollow... like they’re not mine
You stirred in me a quiet flame,
A gentle desire, soft and tame
Not gold, or fame shining bright
No, just that one small thing that felt so right
Why spark that light, then snuff it bare?
Why show me love, then not be there?
You made me long for something small
Then why did You watch me break, when it would fall?
They say be thankful, count the light,
But Lord, shadows of pain bloom in every night
They preach of thanks, of silver skies,
But what I lost, still fills my cries
I never asked for perfect things,
Just that one soft song my spirit sings
I don’t need more, or High throne,
Just that one dream I called my own
So take back better, best, and gleam
I only ever prayed for that one small dream...
The world may cheer the best I possess
But this heart mourns that one "good" less-
Modest in style , bold in spirit , a little sparkle of mischief, and graceful enough to make it all look easy... yep, that’s me in a nutshell.
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A single crumble falls, and suddenly you're accused of destroying the entire cake. Then they point to their mudcakes from a mile away as "proof" of how it's done better...
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जिस दिन उस पिता ने कह दी…
"रखो अपने पास तुम अपनी खोखली दुनियादारी,
मुझे तो सबसे प्यारी है मेरी बेटी और उसकी ख़ुशी।"
न कीमत उसकी हँसी की, न सौदा उसकी मुस्कान का,
जो जिए उसके लिए, वो रिश्ता है पहचान का।
न नाम, न शोहरत, न दौलत की है बात,
बस उसकी हर ख़ुशी से ही महके मेरा साथ।
दुनिया ने जो भी कहा, सब कुछ झूठा लगने लगा,
जब उसकी छोटी सी मुस्कान में पूरा ब्रह्मांड जगने लगा।
वो खिलखिलाए, तो जैसे रौशनी फैल जाए,
पिता का प्यार ही तो है, जो हर दर्द सह जाए।-
Hissing about someone's flaws in rooms they're not even in?
Slyly twisting small, harmless mistakes into monstrous tales...
Striking out loudly, that someone's way of handeling things is wrong, even if it isn't....
I call it the "Coral Snake Syndrome" 🐍
Yeah! And it's this very syndrome that irks me the most. 😣
Coiling in envy, charming but utterly venomous... 😐-
Is silence truly golden, or just the coward’s language? 😒
FYI: That was a rhetorical question ...-
✨Tip: How to Flirt with a Writer/Scholar ✨
Forget pick-up lines. Try poetry.
Like:
"Tell me, sensual scholar (or writer of forbidden verses and raw confessions)
What pages shall we turn together tonight?
Shall we write a theory of touch?
A thesis on the heat between quiet hearts?
Or perhaps… we’ll just let the velvet speak, as my fingers trace stories into your mocha skin, like midnight inkt flowing on earth-toned parchment."
🙈😉
📚 Speak to their mind, stir their soul, and the heart will follow. 🖋️-
Let your emotions be your jewels, not hidden, not tamed...
just worn with elegance, charisma and power
❤️-
Somewhere, out there in the quantum chaos, I’m a Nobel-winning physicist. Here, I just microwave tea three times 😥
Well then... imma live by multiverse theory 🤷♀️... because one lifetime of poor decisions isn’t enough 🙉-
I follow Schrödinger’s fitness philosophy: I both did and didn’t work out today... fitness exists in a superposition of guilt 🙈
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