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I have smiled a thousand times more in public than I cried in front of them. We, humans, try to sound so perfect in a bunch or set of people; and that beautiful loneliness we starve for someone to make us feel alive all again. Maybe, we all are crazy at some point, or we stay dumb. Perhaps, we humans feed on others feelings rather than to explore it with our true selves.
And, all we do is a search for the perfect persons in the world full of imperfections. That someone who can make you feel alive even when you're not with yourself — a strange irony we all carry on our shoulders while walking down the road of forever.
I don't know why we always go for things which are still far away from us and get lost in words beyond our soul can ever hold. Doing that, we somehow lose everything.
We love someone else and stays with someone else, share smiles with someone else and cries with our loved ones; it hard to feel to ourselves how we are feeling at the same moment.
I too had got lost somewhere when I was in search for something which is already damn so far way still trying to reach in and doing that I missed the one which was holding my back. When I got back to the place where I have been before, things were far too different this time. It was more of a place I always wanted to feel for, maybe more profound in every possible ways then the question arises was I a fool or was such a dumbhead I wasn't able to see the true me.
Why do we start to search for solutions for the problems? Perhaps, that question itself was an already solution. Ah, a profound mystery to solve but risky enough to know the consequences.
I still try to know why I left home built by us both, in such beautiful ways. Why did I start to search for the perfect one than the ordinary one, was my feelings for that someone was real, or I was miskenned by me myself. I doubt myself, then how can I be perfect and why does that person always says me "I'm perfect for her." And, I feel she is also in a big mistake; no one is perfect. We make perfect with the ordinary one by beholding them for no forever but only for today & tomorrows.
We choose whom we love, but our love picks someone else. And, doing that we are stuck with ourselves saying we are perfect.
There can be millions of possibilities to say that you love someone and just one is enough to balance it all. Forever are just illusions or lies and so is being perfect.
"This is no perfect. There will always be the struggle. You need to choose who you wanna struggle with." - Before We Go.