I get the mind set of guys who doesn’t want anything serious or just want situationship… they want to keep it low-key and doesn’t want to build any expectations.
BUT, the “ I wanna marry you, I want a future with you” wale ladke, bhaisaab dikkat kya hai inko?
We girls are initially smart and we get a hint that “mera katne wala hai”. So we don’t give that much bhao and avoid their cliches. But then comes their desperate attempts to impress us and we fall for that. Ushke baad kya???? Kaha jata hai woh desperation?
These guys be like, in the morning, I am marrying you tomorrow and in the evening, “ the number you are trying to call is out of reach”. And after 2 days they’ll just come back and say, kaha thi madam? Ignore kiyu kar rhi ho???
Hain!!!????? IGNORE????? Me???? Yeh kaisa game chal raha hai bhai?? Mujhe to nai khelni aisa game…
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Do you ever feel like you exist but you don’t belong?
Do you ever feel seen but not heard at all?
Do you make people laugh but you don’t laugh enough?
Do people make you feel like you mean something? Or you are just another part?
Do they say they know you but not your heart?
Standing in a crowd yet so alone,
You crave for someone to call your home!!!!-
Ek jo khwaab sa tha,
Ek jo apna sa tha,
Ek jo ummed thi
Un sabko bass Ek hi pal me kisi mod pe rakh ayi hu.
Ab na khwaab ateyn hai,
na koi apne lagte hai.
Ummed se rishta tod liya hum ne,
woh sare rastein chhor diye hum ne.
Phir bhi siney me ek ajeeb se bharipann hai,
Phir bhi ankhey bewajah namm hai,
Hothon ki lakire abb upar nahi jati,
Hathon ki lakire abb mill nahi pati.
Yeh sir ka bojh abb liya nahi jata,
Magar woh kandha kahi mila nai jata,
Hum khudko maar ke jee toh le
Magar abb sansh liya nahi jata!!!-
Achha suno,
Yeh jo sab pyaar ke waadein karte hai, inhe nibhate bhi hai ya bass yuhi bol jate hai?
“Tumhe kya lagta hai?”
Log aksaar jhoothi umeed pe rishte banate hai. Pyaar hamesha nai rehta, adaat bann jati hai. Bheed me hath pakadne ki adaat, ankh pe baal girye toh usse hata deneki adaat, chhot lage to “dhyaah kiyu nai deti tum?” ki adaat, ghar pohchke bata dena ki adaat, “kuch khaya? Ya saradin bass kaam hi karte rahoge?” ki adaat, “ghar kab lautoge? Phir kab miloge? Khao meri kasaam!” ki adaat.
Ab yeh adaat ko jo umar bhar nibhaye wohi toh pyaar hua na??!!!
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Years of enduring this pain and insult, letting people feed on your insecurities, demeaning you in the name of love, exploiting you using your past trauma and all you can do is watch yourself slowing drowning. You want to save yourself but you are too deep in the watch they labelled as “LOVE”. Eventually you go numb, you build a wall around you. You loose trust on everyone and you stop sharing how you actually feel. And then people come and ask why don’t you trust? Why don’t you feel?
The thing is, people like us, we feel, but we don’t show, cus we know emotion is the slowest poison that kills you. And to trust again and to feel it takes every breaking bone in our body and soul. So we like to keep it hidden. No one will know, no one will kill us again!!-
Ussne kaha, tum kabhi kuch bhoolti kiyu nahi… waqt ke sath sabkuch bhoolna sikho… yadein hai, ek ke upar ek chhadti jayegi, puranni bhoolti jayegi. Inko samhal ke rakhti kiyu ho?
Me ne hanss ke kaha,” inhye chhorke kaha ayu, woh jagah batado. Ke harr jagah peh yaadein bassi hai meri.”-
I wanted to write a love story, he turend it into a betrayal story.
I couldn’t keep it going anymore. So I ended it.
In the end, as I tore his heart with my hands, of his chest, with the same hands once caressed him, he looked me in the eyes with fear and asked, “Why?”
I smirked and said , “Cus you broke mine”!!!-
That grownup girl still wishs for the magic mirror to see a happy family and the spell "EXPECTO PATRONUM” to scare away the ghosts of her past.
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