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हमने आपकी रचनाएँ पढ़ी, वह सभी अद्वितिय हैं। हम आपको अपनी नई पुस्तक में सहयोग देने के लिए आमंत्रित करना चाहते हैं। पुस्तक आपके नाम के साथ प्रकाशित होगी साथ उसकी प्रतियां भी आपको दी जाएंगी। आपको सम्मानित करते हुए स्वर्ण पदक भी दिया जाएगा।
अधिक जानकारी के लिए संपर्क करें।
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This is not the reality right? Tell me is all dream, yesterday I was just holding you and kissing your forehead but now you're gone. We do not know how to start, you're the person that taught us to be strong, I know time will come and death will knock at the door but we never expected to be this soon. I love you mommy, rest in peace we love you!
adyasha_bI felt so sry for what you're going through I just prey the Almighty to make your life as amazing as you're❤ Lots of love and hugs ❤ May you get more strength and I wish that 2022 will be the best for you
The rose petals in my journal have dried Into shades of brown and your photographs In my drawers haven’t tasted air in years now Yet your presence haunts me like a persistent ghost With no plans of leaving just yet. The broken shards of my heart have not yet mended , The scars are still fresh and The wounds are still healing .
I hide them , covering them with Unbelievable tales of self injury sometimes Trying to convince myself that you never were . That you never existed . That you did not matter. And yet every time I do, I know deep inside my heart that that will never ever be true…. So deeply ingrained is the pain that you caused me.
I still feel you like the winter breeze That carries a message of destruction In its wake, a cold wave of discomfort and distress. I still feel numb. I still feel like that rose that was ripped Apart by its very own thorns just because It fell in love with them and decided To give them a chance to get close. I still feel like the wood aflame in the fireplace — Uncomfortable and undervalued.
In those pictures that I’ve tried to Burn a thousand times to discard memories of you , To rid myself of any shreds of you that still lie connected to me … I only see failure. A failure to be ruthless , To be heartless , To be able to fight back. I still feel like a wreck inside and I know My insides are still raw.
It is delinquency yet I feel one never truly Forgets someone they once loved No matter how much they hurt them . Love like water has memory . It retains the forms and shapes it was subject to No matter how harshly And hence resists replacement. The heart does not necessarily need What it wants. Yet….. We cling for unknown reasons To the faded memories of a love that we once knew, Trying hard to sniff out the fragrance From the dried flowers in our diaries Just to feel enamoured again , To feel love again Only to be left cold and disappointed.
I don’t want to remember you, yet I do. I don’t want to recognise you yet I search for your face in a crowd. I don’t want to hurt anymore yet I keep one hand firmly on the wounds So that they don’t heal completely. If they were to be repaired somehow Then I feel I would lose you once and for all And in the process lose myself once again , Get lost in an unknown wilderness That I may not be able to find my way out of again. So I keep you alive in my life, In the yellowing pictures that I cannot get myself to burn And the diaries that still house The roses you’d once given me.