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  • lollipop71 1w

    He Loves Me

    He does not judge me,
    He loves me
    He does not doubt me,
    He loves me
    He will not change me,
    He loves me
    He loves me when I am mad.
    He loves me when I'm sad.
    He loves me for the complicated, difficult
    Woman I am.
    He loves me for me, just as I am.

  • kritu_22 1w

    Hey! Can we introduce again?
    I have to keep you like before,
    before this turned complex,
    and awkwardness grew more.

    Prior to a certain conversation,
    after which I implicitly kept the call,
    kept to never pick again and if I did,
    a haunting silence would crawl.

    Can we go back to when this was hilarious,
    when such conversation was unimaginable,
    sanity of minds was well kept,
    and silence was the only way of confession?


  • anamgotnochill 2w

    likes if its relatable.? #relatable #relationship #complicated

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    Trust me , this the last time !

    If i left ......
    i am never gonna come back again
    If i cried ......
    i am never gonna feel again ...

    Its not because i will unlove you!
    because i will love myself now


  • mrstoryteller 2w

    And, dopamine made him do things.
    He realised this, when the levels were low.


  • ions0206 3w

    Some reason

    "For some reason lately
    You are the only thing
    Which is roaming around
    My mind and which is driving
    Me crazy i don't understand
    It yet properly but my feelings
    For you changing differently
    I don't believe I'm saying this
    But is I'm falling in love with
    You which i avoided every time
    In my life very easily but with
    You it's something different
    Which i never felt before ... "

  • 13_prerna 5w


    Emotions are one of the
    complicated things that
    we encounter in our lives.


  • charithaburri 7w


    Agar zindagi aasan nahi hai tho kya hua tum tho mushkil ban sakthe ho.....

  • anotherstardust 9w

    He said, "Why are you so beautiful ? Why are you not with me ?"

    I wish I could tell him how scared I was with the idea of doing it all over again.
    Because, these things...they always start like this.
    "You're perfect for me",
    "I found you just at the right time",
    "I want us to last till eternity"
    and all kind of things...

    But then they see your dark sides.
    What if they decide not to love them?
    Would you be alone, then?
    Would you fix it all by yourself?
    Would they still find you "so beautiful" when you cry all the time, nag for little things and over think almost every time?
    Would you have to hide your emotions because you're scared if you'd show them, you'll lose your "better half" because the dark side of your head isn't something they wanted to date in the first place?

    What would you do then?
    How do you save something like that?

    And it ends with,
    "I am not so beautiful and nobody wants to be with me."


  • mrspectacular 11w


    'You there, have you seen the king's sceptre?', the chief of gaurds for the king cried as he went around with flyers of the king's sceptre in his hand. He looked very vexed like it were something very valuable to him that was stolen. Well, it was His Majesty's Sceptre, His Majesty's symbol of office that was missing. It was a kingdom problem and as a royal gaurd, it was definitely a deafening slap across his face.
    His majesty, Sir Fidelis Warren has a countenance so gloomy on the issue at hand that he would neither eat nor drink anything. He would not even speak to anyone but just stared up at the fine ceiling embellishments. He wondered how he would recover the stolen sceptre from whoever it was that had stolen it. The sceptre was quite a find, expensive and very precious. Without it, the town of Lugwid could not referred to as a people. All around the town, news filters about the occurrence and everyone is sent into panic mode wondering how they would live without a king. Sir Fidelis was not dead but he was not a king without his sceptre. Sure he had his regalia of a crown and a royal garment but all of that meant nothing without the sceptre. Without the sceptre, it was all just a cloth and crown that anyone could just walk into any supermarket in Lugwid or beyond and purchase cheaply but the sceptre was more precious than gold. This was a situation that had never occured in the history of the town of Lugwid but the palace had become more porous security-wise and flexible, privacy-wise that anyone could enter any part of the place without any special protocol since a number of people had brought petitions claiming that the king was far away from and very inaccessible to the people. Now this happened.
    His majesty, Sir Fidelis Warren could only imagine how stiff he would make the palace immediately he was able to recover his staff of office, there would be six gruelling stages one would need to go through before one could gain access again to him because he believed it is a matter of overfamiliarity that brought this shame upon the royal palace and the entire town of Lugwid.

    There was no reason for anyone within the town to steal the staff of office because he made sure he had implemented enough policies to make sure everyone lived comfortably and without as much as a single want so who could have done this act. Immediately, he commanded the arrest and detention of every foreigner in the town to ascertain which of them is behind the theft. Rounding them off and realizing they were so many, he narrows the list down to those who had accessed the palace which brought the list down to two person. Everyone followed closely the proceedings like their lives depended on it, eager to know who would be squashed by the winepress of the law and served as wine to the throats of its penitentiary for the lesson of his life which he would only be so lucky to live to relay.
    Jonah and Deval were the names of the two foreigners standing trial on the matter after the others had been cleared by the government on having nothing to do with the missing staff of office. If only they could know the truth by looking them in their eyes and recognizing the truly Innocent and the vilely guilty but that was impossible so investigations continued.
    A few of the citizens came up with an accusation against Jonah claiming to have seen him earlier with the staff of office and claimed to have questioned him on why he had committed such an abomination but he defiantly ignored their questions and told them the king was not suitable for kingship and that was the reason he had purposed by the theft of the staff of office to commandeer the town for himself but it was all balderdash. Deval was the real criminal and had planned with the accusers to pin the crime on Jonah for the fact that they had their own personal scores to settle.
    Jonah was innocent of all charges but what prompted Sir Fidelis' suspicion of his being perpetrator of the heinous crime against the state was his silence in the midst of Deval's heated defense being which Sir Fidelis and his committee of investigators took for admission to the crime. Deval's argument seemed to really sway the king and his investigators so much so that without any further investigation, Jonah was sentenced to death by hanging particularly because he would not show the king and his investigators to the place where he had hid the staff of office.

    Within seconds, a section of the king's sentry, in green military combat wears and solid shiny black boots take him up by his arms in theirs and drag him away to the prison to await execution the next day. They had some very hard hands, rugged and stony they would almost crush anyone they held in them. Jonah wept in the pains of their clutches but consoled himself that by his death, his pain would soon be over. He would have been all happy at the putting him out of the misery of the false accusations but the pains of torture filtered into his porous skin for the rest of the day and into the next morning.
    By the next morning, the day of his execution, he is woken up by the whiplash from a soldier gaurd at the prison where he is held. Jerking up his feet, he let out some tears. Looking very weak, he is beaten regardless to pick up the pace to the place of execution pulling behind him his element of execution- a board with nails-he would hoisted up in a parachute and thrown down onto it, killing him instantly or if he were lucky- a few minutes in gruelling pain before giving up the ghost.
    Reconsidering the idea of dropping him unto a board of nails after hoisting him 200 feet above the ground, His Majesty, Sir Fidelis Warren orders that he be pardoned for the crime positing that although the crime is abominable, it should be pardoned or judgement less stifer for something as insignificant as a staff but the people would not have it instead they agitated even more for his execution.
    Sir Fidelis unwilling to pursue any further the proceedings orders that he be kept out of whatever decision they decide to take on the matter seeing that they would not rest until Jonah's blood gushed out from him like a tap for their drinking pleasure.
    Quick to see to Jonah's death, the people rustle up an arena at a tree for his hanging. Each of them would later wonder why exactly they decided to support his death against all opposite indications. Dragging him to the tree, a rope is rung around his neck while mocking him for being so powerless against them at that moment whereas having the guts to have stolen the royal sceptre.
    Finally hung to die on the tree and certified dead, they all leave the venue in the surprising darkness as they could all swear that it was as bright as midday only a few minutes ago but here they were, staring at a darkness they could almost touch. Finding the occurrence very strange, they rush back to their homes to stay away from whatever danger may follow.
    ..Some hours later, he is brought down from the tree by his Majesty's soldiers, someone from amidst the crowd remarked 'Maybe this man was innocent and did not really steal the Sceptre. We probably murdered, in the name of justified execution, the wrong person'.
    Obtaining Jonah's body from the royal house, he was laid to final rest or so they thought. Deval thought to himself that in a little while when the heat of Jonah's death and missing sceptre dies down, he would overthrow the king and rule Lugwid permanently but he had no idea of what lay wait for him ahead.
    Three days after, news reaches Deval that Jonah had been spotted in three different locations at different times but he would not believing it maintaining that he had seen him and confirmed him dead and buried completely but hearing the stories continuously from different quarters of Lugwid, he knew it was something to panic about because he had barely started his tatkeover plan but this would put a spanner in his progress, he imagined.
    His Royal Majesty, Sir Warren would probably hand over the kingdom to Jonah seeing that he was unjustly punished even after telling the truth. The king as expected orders a manhunt for Deval. One Monday morning, Deval is taking a stroll around the town while devising a plan to forestall and foil the enthronement of Jonah as king when he is spotted by some members of the royal sentry. He is chased for a few minutes until he loses them in an alley. Realising the failure of his plan, Deval flees the town seeking asylum wherever he can find it believing that running now would be the best so that one day when the people of Ludwig least expect it, he will strike back and take the throne but as usual, he knows little.


  • giri_a10 12w

    Lucky are those relationships

    Separated only by distance

    Lucky, like a life sentence
    compared to death.


  • roypriya 12w

    Hard to express or explain feelings
    25th march 21

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    किसी ने ख़ामोशी का सहारा लिया तो
    किसी ने अल्फ़ाज़ का,
    लेकिन ना अल्फाज़ काम आए ना ख़ामोशी

  • sanskriti_g 13w

    Life is simple. We often tend to complicate it by rebuffing the bad instead of welcoming it.


  • thesingingraven 13w

    If life was never complicated;
    If love was just a phase;
    If sadness and grief never lasted;
    Would the world ever be the same again?


  • xting_tha_shrink 17w

    Failed Resolutions ALREADY

    Now at this stage, without knowing how we found ourselves here,
    At a crossroad despite how we fought tooth and nail for our bliss;
    With the purest of intentions was how we started this journey,
    Filled with hopes at the time when we were soaked in the well of oneness;
    We set out to live each day as it comes, make the best out of it;
    Explore available options and maximize all opportunities.

    Now we can’t seem to find a common ground under our feet like misfits;
    At each other's throat every time even though we know what's at stake;
    With all of our hearts we wish to settle, be together and be happy;
    Feel loved by the other once again, get jealous for seconds spent apart;
    We wanted more out of life, but always the universe has greater plans for US;
    Everything with a beginning has an end, this might have failed but we know why it won't mend.

  • kitty8frost 17w

    Complicated Relationship

    She won't apologize for the past,
    yet expects me to forgive her fast.

    She still thinks that all of it was fine,
    when she would destroy what was mine.

    Does she deserve my acceptance after all?
    Unsure if I have the right to make that call.

    We've made many mistakes over the years.
    We're human after all, there will be tears.

    But does she have the right to be forgiven?
    Do I have the right to make that decision?

    This relationship between us is strange.
    What will it take for this to change?

    This problem isn't something to dismiss.
    But I'm not sure if I know how to fix this.


  • raman_writes 17w


    कहानी उलझती जा रही है सुलझाने की कोशिशों में ।

    रमन ज़िंदगी की इस पहेली ने मात दे दी है मुझे ।।


  • marianotsaint 18w

    Life is short.
    Don't be someone's maybe
    Don't shrug and say it's complicated.
    Don't be someone's sometime.
    A mere pastime.
    Life is indeed short.
    Don't waste it hanging by a thread.
    Unsure of your own self.
    Cut them off.
    Those who want you in your life will say it and fight for it.
    Every moment counts.

  • swatik 19w

    Feelings less travelled

    You know how sometimes you feel alive being with someone
    Someone who makes you believe in yourself more
    So subtly, by simple gestures, through words, actions and reactions
    That someone tenderly slips in our heart and makes a special place
    If that someone is a family or few friends we name this feeling as Love or Respect or both
    But when that someone is none of them then we find it difficult to name that emotion
    Or we are scared of giving it any name as its the feeling less travelled

  • suprajaasubbu_94 19w

    "Certain things are left unsaid"
    Behind certain words left unsaid and unheard that's were complication arises . Life is simple people make it complicated either through conception or preception probably that makes you travel all the way towards deception.

  • shamli_mali 19w

    "It's complicated"
    Is always a difficult place to be in
    Be it in relationship or friendship