Turquoise and everything
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Or is it?
It is me squirming in pain My insides are in a constant conflict It’s alright, I whisper Or is it? There is a winner in every battle Atleast some is winningIt’s sorrow, I mutter Or is it? Is it just me? Who hears these voices The one which does not exist The one which is all in my head Or is it? ©anne_clara
How good is, good enough?
She tried, tried and tried Each day she sought to be better than yesterday Meanwhile she was losing herself in this endeavour She’d love to compare it to an infinity ring When she had summoned all the courage She asks herself, how good is, good enough? ©anne_clara
The Battle of life
Lo, I sit here in vanity Flattered by the wind filled with hefty dreams They call it the battle of life Vicious cycle it is, I need to keep pedallingLest I may fall Fall so brutal, breaking my insides Ceasing isn’t an option, till I reach my grave Anxiety suffocating, melancholy strangling, angst throttling Piercing through me, their strings so deadly It’s an arduous effort to defeat themLo, they engulf me further The wretchedness of my heart trickle in silence The muscles of my leg ache in griefCeasing isn’t an option, till I reach my grave Lest I may fall.©anne_clara
It was not long conversations or chats it was just an eye contact He spoke stories, she blushed brighter than red They had a starred memory.©anne_clara
It’s a privilege that we are sent here It’s enthralling that we can inscribe our days yet to come But little did we know it’s in our hands Little did we know, we can mend itIf only we had the knowledge We wouldn’t have blamed it all on fateLittle did we know we could’ve ended it better.©anne_clara
Everyday I meet a new me Everyday I unravel a new entity Everyday I find a new expertiseLittle did I know it wasn’t the same me Everyday I evolved.©anne_clara
Giving is a nice deed, The muddle is; People who can give, don’t want to give And people who do not have, want to give everything When will life play the fair card. ©anne_clara
The mere existence of me feels like it’s consuming this earth;The earth’s so wrecked, that it’s tired of cryingIt’s sobbing sadly not knowing whom to vent out it’s agony It’s enfolded by black smoke The smoke which won’t wipe off The smoke which will choke it to death one day The smoke which is too dark to come out of The smoke which came from the burning blaze of Amazon.©anne_clara
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How heavy can this get, Held captive by the cage within you;Screaming its lungs out to let it free Squirming and wriggling it’s way out To just get strangled by itself.©anne_clara
The surreal feeling when everything in life just ceases;It’s a battle between you and your soul The exuberance within you just breaks It’s astonishing to comprehend that it’s finally only you What an enigma everything around was It’s indeed a moment to be relished The mask of pretence just left us The disguise which was worn to face the world,is now in shambles The gruelling phase comes to an end Face yourself with glee Now that, it’s only You ©anne_clara
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A human is such a selfish person,
I will prove it as far as i have experienced ,
If you see a painting you always know there is a painter ,then how is that , humans are constantly trying to disprove the existence of God, can a painting exist from nowhere, then how is that ,in case of humans?
If humans have created a very advanced robot ,will he not think it should obey him,
If suppose robot have revolted against you and is not obeying you and it says that" It have created itself "and asks" Who are you?why should i obey you?"wont he feel heartbroken .
This is same in case of God, even he will be heartbroken when you do that with him,
God always wants us to be in a good relationship with him and he loves to hear from us ,he is always welcoming and loved us so much , that he gave his only son (Jesus)to reunite us back to him, who once were far from him due to sin.
God loves you!!
Speak to him as you speak with a friend.
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Don't let the poisonous flower of ego bloom in the beautiful garden of your mind,It will kill the speckled butterfly of your pure love.©risingdrop
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Hand me my umbrella
This cloud hangs over meDripping thoughts of inadequacy throughout my whole beingI'm drowning in doubts and misstepsReaching through the bubble for an invisible handBut there's nothing there to grab ontoThis life jacket is feeling more like a bomb that I've strapped to myselfI am tired of empty promisesAnd I'm sick of barely staying afloatI am sinking deeperLetting the water fill my lungsSuccumbing to the darkness that surrounds me©laciejay
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You don't always need people to share your sorrow ,spending time with nature helps at times.©samsammy
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COMPARISON is the root cause of jealousy..©unimaginative_world
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Don’t just make me a testimony to your happiness.Don’t call me to watch the skies with you when it’s adorned with stars.Remember me when your days look sombre,When your skies look grey.Find me when your sutures split open,When your scars bleed out.I shall be your suture.I shall be your stars.I promise to embrace you,While you tend to your scars.If you let me.©paulinadehazra
I looked at the wallIt was white all overAnd saw an insectBlack in colourWith a closer scrutiny I found the black spot spreadingIn my eyes everything was blackNothing else in the horizonAs ifthere is a perpetual deficit of immagination.Black does not find another color to dissolve in.Black colour gave me a mishmash of remaining fractured memoriesanda few wishful thinkingBut I didn't realize it thenIt was black all alongHomePathTreesand a dream in a deep sleep.©amalendu
In times past I've dwelled far too long..Smoked the pain rolled in paper..Dreamt of the story ending up altered..Turned those pages many a times..Those battered pages drenched in tears...And I hope..Yet the times past..Refuse to retire into oblivion..Maybe the past..never passes away..And lingers over what now is...! Forever..