This is my home, this is my own, we don't like no strangers Raise the kids good, beat the kids good and tie them up Spread it wide, my wife, my life, push the camera deeper I can use, I abuse, my muse, I made them all
This machine Is there to please Strip the soul Fill the hole A fire to feed A belt to bleed Strip the soul Kill them all
They are not gone, they are not gone, they are only sleeping In graves, in ways, in clay, underneath the floor Building walls, overalls, getting bored, I got faulty wiring Brick it up now, brick it up now, but keep the bones
Hello? (Hello? Hello? Hello?) Is there anybody in there? Just nod if you can hear me Is there anyone home? Come on now I hear you're feeling down Well I can ease your pain Get you on your feet again Relax I'll need some information first Just the basic facts Can you show me where it hurts?
There is no pain you are receding A distant ship smoke on the horizon You are only coming through in waves Your lips move but I can't hear what you're saying When I was a child I had a fever My hands felt just like two balloons Now I've got that feeling once again I can't explain you would not understand This is not how I am I have become comfortably numb
Okay (okay, okay, okay) Just a little pinprick There'll be no more, ah But you may feel a little sick Can you stand up? I do believe it's working, good That'll keep you going through the show Come on it's time to go There is no pain you are receding A distant ship, smoke on the horizon You are only coming through in waves Your lips move but I can't hear what you're saying When I was a child I caught a fleeting glimpse Out of the corner of my eye I turned to look but it was gone I cannot put my finger on it now The child is grown The dream is gone I have become comfortably numb
This is for all those who are killing their time somehow
Jesus, don't want me for a sunbeam Sunbeams are never made like me Don't expect me to cry For all the reasons you had to die Don't ever ask your love of me Don't expect me to cry Don't expect me to lie Don't expect me to die for me
ये पेड़ों सा मन क्यों न है धूप छांव सर्द पतझड़ में भी शांत खड़ा रहता है ये कोई जब तक जड़ से ना उखाड़ दे उगता रहता है तब तक ये। विधाता का दिया हो जो है गम हो या हो खुशी कोई पोधे को पानी क्यों देता नहीं अपेक्षाएं कोई भी रहती नहीं दर्द होता होगा तुमको भी उतना ही हमको जरा सी चोट जो लग जाती है मोहल्ला हिला देते हैं सबको बता देते है तुमको तो लगाने को कोई मरहम नहीं ना ही उत्साह बढ़ाने वाला पास है कोई कर्म पथ पर डटे रहना सीखे तुमसे कोई जो उगाता है तुमको बार बार काट देता है वही मतलब का प्यार मिला है तुमको धोखा खा खा कर क्यों सीखते नहीं तुम कभी तुम तो उस बकरे समान हो जिसको पालते है प्यार से बली के नाम पर पर जरा पूछो उनसे ऊपर वाले ने ये बोला था सबसे अजीज चीज भेट करने को पर हम हर चीज में जुगाड ढूंढ लिया करते हैं अपनी गलतियों को परंपरा का नाम दिया करते हैंl फिर किसी मजार पर चादर चढ़ा कर या किसी मंदिर में प्रसाद चढ़ा कर गलतियों की शमा मांग लिया करते है अगले दिन से चलो एक बार फिर वही गलतियां दोहरा लिया करते हैं। इतनी यातनाओं के बाद भी ये मूक से रहने वाले पेड़ और पशु पक्षी विश्वास करने की सीख हमको दिया करते हैं
To me right now Is that i am able to breath fresh air I feel happy that i have woken up from my peaceful slumber today Many people have woken up but today will sleep for the last time during their earthly stay.
My friend calls me to remind that money matters You need to apply for a new job You have a good opportunity , now that you dont have to travel from Kharghar to Malad for that interview And then travel back to Airoli Mind Space In case you had enough passion and desire to crack it as soon as you can
Why have you relaxed and become cosy and lazy now Time is a thing of prime importance You need to make up for those lost opportunities If life has to end it will end Just don't have to be reckless in this situation . This is the most you will ever be free Marriage, kids ,taking care of parents will be your top priorities This is the time for your career for your Dreams and passion So get up and dont warm that bed .
You need to up that tempo Before the expenses hit you on that face of yours In this life's race there will be none to pull that trigger to let you know now is the time to run All eye's are on you now Have to step up and start taking decisions.
In last couple of years I have realised attachments look good when it comes In emails Or else tied to some goals Because when it comes to people they either leave you Or suddenly leave the world.
All of a sudden the void that you have tried to avoid With all your might and pride Visits you Stay with you and asks you If all of this was worth your time. What matters is to understand that you keep track of money because it buys you a livelihood. But you think your time and energy is unlimited.
All around me are words When i miss something I am asked to tell where was my focus When i start picking things I'm being adjudged as emotional. And soon I start focusing on judging things Suddenly when i find i am becoming good at it I am now being termed as judgemental I have to judge more to know when not judge
All around me are words The timing should be better Better because i am stepping up the ladder And yet i am close to few because words i used in my judgements have been better.
We are so used to making references of the past words what one said or we replay those words in our heads becoming paranoid , thinking what to speak about the future But Hey who will speak about the present .
Everyone is too busy Its like saying i am too busy to fill the gas tank We are planners schemers and dreamers and above that we all are accountants we are good at tracking the problems And magnify to have an upper hand
But what about spending more time talking on solutions Its like the same old story where the teachers asked us to focus but never telling us really how to focus. Thats why there is so little trust
We lay the emphasis on how well things are presented And not paying well to the creators of that software or that script writer Just like Shahrukh is paid more just to say Hi Handsome But no one knows about employees who worked hard to get things on board All around me are words
You are rewarded how well you have played with them. People have too little time to contemplate how much you mean and how much you stuck to those words Freedom is often misunderstood as having the right to be in more relationships or having the right to express anything .
It feels really cool to roast or demean anyone You feel you are as cool as those standup comedians People aren't really interested to know what kind of mess the other person really is This is known as westernization of self where you lack empathy And you ask the other Chill bro those really are some play of words #pod#start#writersnetwork#miraquill
Caliginous eyes Hides and hazes the realities. Falsifying the signals to the brain which is puzzled and is often confused drawing conclusions Even in Lack of clarity
O caliginous eyes you see the sun moon and high tides but sometimes you abuse the power and keep the self in state of continuous darkness. You can notice the beautiful hairs the bodies and melting looks that eyes just exchanged. Taming the brain to react to the situations, forcing the neck to sway in that direction.
Why can't you see the Lord Who's company you seek when you have a daunting task ahead of you Caliginous eyes why don't you shed some light that you have absorbed in these years over the lessons that came along with those victories and defeats .
Why can't you see the real faces of those you meet My brain ends up spending so much of time explaining to me how good or bad the person or situation is. Covering up the misjudgements that i usually make.
Why can't you see the Lord Who is your friend your master and a well wisher in all your moves. You keep us in black when we really want you to show the things as it is.
My love when you cried today I too was almost about to cry But then i questioned myself why do you wanna cry ? There's nothing to prove nothing to hide Crying wont make you weak holding wont make you strong either All you would do is you end up wasting each other's time
Probably need to ask the right set of questions to yourself. Not be that student who thinks he is a smart lad As he keeps poking the teacher to check whether he can solve this Math problem that was asked in IIT last year.
Am i happy to have what i have now ? what my reaction may do to you If i cry you will be hiding things Your frustations your questions you anger from myself That will be someone you are not I will be responsible to turn you into something and i know you dont like being that. You are not that beautiful wrapper But you are the gift that i must preserve love and care
Thats when my smile returned back Even when you had tears in those eyes Let me tell you i wasn't being heartless jerk for doing that That's why all i said to you is your presence makes me feel good and when you aren't around i'm not afraid that i might loose you That's how the butterflies settle
I know no heaven's gonna fall Lets keep doing our bit and leave the rest To that person who is known by the designation of God He will take care of even that.
I dont know is it confidence over confidence or me being showcasing my immature self Because conclusions can fuck us real bad . Hits us first in the head then our whole immune system and body gets in that state of feeling miserable thinking when this shit is gonna end . Hell..
This is my December. I don't have something or someone to chase for now I am letting things come to myself once again. I have someone to talk to Someone to look forward too I thought that i care too much But for the first time someone can beat me in this too
I gave it all away my pain my failures and frustrations This is my December And i am not all alone now Yes i have had anxieties cropping up my peace and thankful period But my friends and family Beared up my silly mistakes
I developed a rebellious nature And fought with my best friends For not fulfilling the least of my expectations And I gave it all away My asks and my expectations And i am not a living dead The poems and writers helped me be sane
This is my December This is my time to thank the immortal dead And I And I .. Song in the memory of Chester Bennington
Actually from past years, I quit listening too much music of any kind, just because it has a lot of bad impacts on human soul and body, spiritual, Physical, mental ,and religiously.
So, I listen not very much, I avoid basically all hindi stuff, i am mostly into punjabi, Russian, Arabic and Turkish music. Which is as same as me, touching and realistic,but one hindi song is my evergreen favourite, and that will always be, that's (TUM HI HO) Aashiqui 2.
P:s Yayy, I got 70+ likes, 14 comments and 23 reposts in just a day, and without using this ID and without liking and reposting from long period of many hours, and I literally comment 2% on others posts, not just 30+ likes, without showing my personal real stuff to unknown strangers as dps, tags, writing material meaningful,realistic,heavy hona chahiye then you will get everything without no time,sirf topics and tags given prompt se milne kai elawa writing bhi milni chahiye I guess
As the two were speaking Jay was at the door listening to them. He felt cheated, confused all at the same time. He decided not to enter inside the house and sat on the bench in the garden. He had so many things running on in his head. He recalled the past. Even when it was cold outside he doesn't know how he dozed off to sleep. In the morning he found himself inside his room. He tried to recall how he landed in there. 'Hey, it's cold outside. Go and sleep in your room' Sarah told him while he was on the bench. 'who are you? Why are you here?' jay asked her. ' who I am doesn't matter! I'm here for granny. She must come with me. But I might need your help. Will you help me?' Sarah confessed in the most gentle way she could. ' are you kidding me.' he replied next he remembered some white wings like feathers and he flew to his room. He came back to reality. ' i wasn't even drunk, why then am I imagining things. This can't be real. How can she have feathers? I must be dreaming. But right then he noticed a few feathers on the window sill.. aaaaah' he wanted to disappear. ' Can this even be real?'
Throughout the day he pretended he didn't know anything, he doesn't remember anything. Almost a week passed. Sarah tried to approach him but he kept ignoring her. Maybe he was afraid to hear it, had he seen it coming?
'Granny, you are my senior. We all require you. I can't go without you, you know you're needed.' Sarah spoke so softly she wanted to cry out but she knew it was of no help.
' you know, I won't come with you, I just can't. Not without knowing the reason I failed. And also, I can't leave him. When I know it's my fault. It was my last mission I failed. I can't just let him be on his own. I need someone by his side. ' Granny replied in a peaceable yet steady tune. This Sarah couldn't deny. But she didn't know the exact details of the mission. She too was curious to know what was happening in this house. But she couldn't inquire about her seniors. How could she, she had been in the community of angels for like six years and Granny's mission took place before her joining. She sighed. She had been waiting for Jay for three whole hours but since Jay discovered the feathers that night, he's been ignoring her. She dozed off to sleep on the sofa and a weird dream which she had been dreaming about since these six years knocked her sleep again. It was a car accident of three people. This dream would always leave her restless. But this time she saw a signboard of ' Thanks for visiting Elpida.' This made her wonder. Did she know this place before in her life as a human? Why all this was appearing before her eyes? She kept thinking about it. Confused whether she should try to find about her human life or not. Whether she should commit the sin of exploring her past or not? Deep down inside her heart, she wanted to know who was she? Who were her parents? Did she ever have a family? How did she die? But she knew once she would unravel the mystery she might regret. She would've to pay for it.