In the tapestry of time, a story weaves,
Of trials and tales, each chapter conceives.
Echoes in the night, hurdles untold,
Yet within each challenge, a hidden light bold.
On life's canvas, obstacles enthrall,
Testing the spirit, offering a call.
To rise and to fall, in fate's rhythmic trance,
Hearts, unyielding, in the dance.
The road, rugged, with dismay arrayed ,
Stumbling blocks pave the path, memories made.
Character forged in the fires of strife,
Emerges triumphant, embracing life.
Through the maze of challenges, we find,
Strength in the struggle, a tenacious mind.
Hurdles repeated, refining the soul,
Polishing spirits, making them whole.
So, dance through the hurdles, courage untold,
In adversity's face, let stories be bold.
In the repetition of trials, a tapestry we bind,
Resilience forever, in the heart and mind.-
Tired of self-introspecting , gulping down own pointing fingers of guilt towards self, understanding that it's okay or it's gonna end soon.Nothing is worth it.
So now I rest...
Because I have seen so many variant attributes of people.Done so much without hesitation.They sure left me over another.Under-prioritize me when I was at my best.Even did I care for those who ripped me to shreds.Endured so much in the name of Family and Love.
But now I rest...
I have seen war,victory, how they took it on their name instead of mine.Seen through disguise. Broken walls of malice.Nothing brought back the bonds long dead.I fought like a warrior bleeding and healing each time stabbed with zest.Been broken and carved this vessel times so many that my reflection differs from me now.
I need to rest...
I wanted to be someone's pride, maybe a bride, someone's happiness , someone's home, someone's reason to this life unknown. Truth to be stated. Sooner or later I will be hated even by the ones who now stand by me. Because it seems like my fate.
I wish I could rest...
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The possibility of the reality
that we imagine feels
amazing to us ,
isn't it ?
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Being Spring is perilous,
Pervading stability at the window;
Only sight wanes the excruciation.
Spectating the nobel inflorescences,
Complacent wind caress rosy cheeks.
Angel in disguise of butterflies;
On lush green floral carpets thrive.
Spirits awaken as the heaven boughs,
Succession of lineages run with zest;
Through the meadows where
Young hearts exchange vows.
Spring observes all,
Her eyes preserve her serenity,
Her mind certitudes her dereliction.
Being Spring the creator of grandeur.
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She wrapped herself with the fairy lights in fear of the dark . She observed as the lights went on, twinkled,went off.
On ,then twinkled and went off...
She watched herself with the lights around ,to her eyes content.Her heart knew they are gonna fade.And they did...
Now she watched others , wrapped up round with their fairy lights.
Getting on, twinkling , getting off...
She knows it's their time to shine.But as the story goes on. Hoping she will shine again ...
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He kissed her forehead and they embraced each other tightly.On both sides they noticed the arrival of their trains.As the automated door of their respective transport closed,they gave each other a last look ,a smile with a wave with so much care.Little did they know things would be like this...For so long now as it feels ,an eternity of this caged world...Quarantined as they were...
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You ain't extra sensitive,
You ain't overthinking...
What hurts you ...
Just hurts you ...
Read that again !!!-
P.S ~
You can't
make them take
your Name based on Fear,
But Honour here
is the word ...
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