नज़रें मिली तो प्यार हुआ
पलकें झुकाकर इजहार हुआ
अब लफ़्ज़ों का क्या काम यहां
जब आंखें बोले 'हमें प्यार हुआ'-
I am sitting in the darkest
serenely on my couch
graven with chaos and
counting my notch
till it strikes another
hour in my watch,
A token of favour forsooth
may be a request or a beseech,
need myself to be heard
and to be reached
else the demons of dark
would make me parched
atleast now, will you not
come to me with a torch?-
You can’t have what you want in one go.
Agree or not, truth is, you have to fight for it.
And, most often than not, you stop fighting for it,
When you are just another fight away from your desire.
So, the next time before you quit,
Fight for just one last time.-
It's okay to fall, even if it's the Hundredth time this week. Relax. Take deep breaths. you'll find the strength to stand up again. You're stronger than you know and you'll surprise yourself with your abilities. Just, take deep breaths...
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You are the books you read,
the movies you watch,
the music you listen to,
the people you spend time with,
the hobbies you indulge,
the conversations you engage in.
Choose well.-
I would stop for a while and ask my loved ones. Am I matter to you or not? Are you all eating your summer fruits or not? Are you all missing me or not?
I am a busy bee. I claim to be pretty self aware and I know anyone can do research these days with a relatively small sample set and we really don't need another way to label people. I'm trying to understand behaviour tendencies these days.
And I am going through the Friday night blues. The 'F' in it is not for 'Fuck' it has other default stimulus responses like:
~Fight(approach)
~Flight(avoid)
~Freeze(go with the flow)
If you think I am Deepika Padukone of Gehraiyaan who always use 'fuck' then I tell you I am not. I am very intelligent, quixotic and lovable. I am living my life to the fullest. You better watch me. I will show you why and how.-
It was Friday, the 13th. I was there kneelend in front of him to confess my feelings and finally he said yes. That unlucky number turned out be the luckiest for me.
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People that talk a lot always think they know better than the quiet ones who are listening to all their shit
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