ishascribbles

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Just a lazy insomniac, stubborn daughter, crazy sister and a melancholic friend. Call me Isha❤

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  • ishascribbles 129w

    She is a poem of her own.

    She is a poem of her own, let her be!
    Let her dwell upon her own insecurities and challenges.
    Let her silence scream.
    Reassurance is what she needs .
    Wild lives in her soul but it takes time when her heart is at war with her mind, confusions suffocates her. When she learns she is undervalued and she is taken for granted .
    It feels heavy in her heart ,when the world questions her
    and
    points her to the situation she never wants to be in.
    So just let her be .
    Let her fight and count the struggles on her life.
    Let her reside on the darkness until she decides to swim and not sink deeper to the salty ocean on her own.
    Leave her alone and let her breathe among the walls she has kept herself in.
    It will end one day and
    she'll live rather than just breathe.
    ©ishascribbles

  • ishascribbles 140w

    I wonder if we can make it to the dawn once again my dear soul cause it feels like I am about to kill you again. The shadows have reappeared again they suffocate me and the depression has hands on me it chokes me , slaughters me and grip me as if i am an object. The love around me has started fading once again how are we going to hold eachother in between of these broken canvas of life? From all the things that we never shared can we see beyond and make it to the end ? I hope it won’t be too late. 
    ©ishascribbles

  • ishascribbles 163w

    I was never healed and instead of healing i started hurting other people's emotions without even being aware of it and now as i have realized it's too late to change the fate!
    ©innocencesmiles

  • ishascribbles 169w

    Birthday

    Just another reminder of the pain my mom went through just because i was a girl.
    ©innocencesmiles

  • ishascribbles 172w

    Tormenting my mind, The bright light enters
    I shut my eyes while i lost the track of voices in my mind
    Nothing remained besides the deadly silence
    No screams, No wishpers and No Yells at all
    I try to open my eyes to feel the tingle on my cheeks
    But!
    The unpleasant feelingets my eyes shut down
    I felt my shadow fading and soul trembling
    ©innocencesmiles

  • ishascribbles 175w

    Back and forth the desolate alley in the rain

    I BEGINED WITH WORDS.
    WORDS, WITH PAINS AND SCREAMS,LAUGHTERS AND HYMNS
    SADNESS IN THE BRINKS
    I NEVER FOUND OUT WHERE IT BEGINED AND WHY!
    BUT IT ALL STARTED WHEN I TRIED TO UNDERSTAND MYSELF.
    WHILE I TRIED UNDERSTANDING ME AND MY CAUSAL EMOTIONS, I COULD UNDERSTAND EVERYONE AROUND ME .I LEARNED TO LIVE FOR COMPLICATIONS AND COMPLEXITIES AND LEARNED TO GIVE TOO MUCH AND FINALLY LET GO EACH AND EVERYTHING THAT NEVER CARED FOR ME .I WAS WOBBLING TOO MUCH THROUGH THE SCARS OF LIFE.
    I PACED FORTH AND BACK THE DESOLATE ALLEY IN THE RAIN.I AM TIRED BUT YET I AM POURING MYSELF INTO THESE PIECE OF PAPER AS LIKE THE COFFEE IN MY COFFEE MUG. I WAS NOT REALLY FULL AND LIVING, FREE AND BREATHING, BUT IT FELT SO GOOD THAT I NEVER THOUGHT OF GIVING UP ON MYSELF AGAIN.
    ©innocencesmiles

  • ishascribbles 180w

    SillHouTTe LoVe
    Part II


    Stringed words all over the wall
    Deep , Dark letters Dancing
    Castles of emotions brewing & brewing
    Something Dark and Rayed!
    Nurtures me well.......
    When the sun goes down,
    And the wind growls,
    With shadows around me,
    Making me suffocate and hesitate...

    Screams werent going further
    Tears werent stopping rolling down the cheeks
    Those silhouttes are still my bestfriends
    Silence is still the path i float in,
    The air i exhale is still the only sound that breaks my silence.
    Loner, is still the word
    Describing who i am........

    Wrinkled rocks are still the rocks i climb,
    Thats How it is.. Love❣
    I still have shimmery visions as
    Tears get through my eyes in the dark
    SILHOUTTES DEAR
    They still are the only thing i bear to love
    SILHOUTTES DEAR
    They still are the words i fear to hear.
    ©innocencesmiles

  • ishascribbles 180w

    @mirakeeworld
    "Aama refers to Mom"

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    Aama

    May the angles hold you close
    Like i hold your scarff everynight
    I wish you were here today
    Even for a while till i bid my last goodbye ...
    Once again Yes ofcourse
    As with all of love you nourished me with...and with all of the happy things, we created our memory with..
    With the spirit i find to look at your pictures
    And struggles i do to hide my heavy heart,
    Dear ama,
    I wanna sing a happy song for you again..
    I wanna hold you along your waist and cry in your lap again
    Because everyday after all these years along,
    I am praying for you & sending my warm wishes to you..
    I love you ama..
    ©innocencesmiles

  • ishascribbles 180w

    SilHouTTe Love

    I am floating in silence
    Gently moving forward
    But then, Breaking my silence with the sound of my breathe
    Over this place i've never been
    Over the wild and beautiful unexplored world
    The vision has now changed
    My perceptions are different
    Light from the place is nothing but shimmery
    The place from where i've come from and
    where i will go back
    Are different .....
    I am actually diving into those deep castles of rock
    Deep blueness where a school of silver fish waits
    The place where the sky waves at my silence
    As i swim through those deep clouds
    I am going deeper deeper past those wrinkled rocks up above
    No you wont see me through
    As i dive between those bubbles brust
    My hopes they wobble like little jelly fish as they rise
    My air aint sound
    Neither its loud
    It has stopped as theres a lot of thing
    To see everything
    At least different from the people standing out there in a filthy city!

    ©innocencesmiles

  • ishascribbles 180w

    Honey, I have cried oceans to sleep i am no longer scared of rivers drowning me during the night through my pillow.
    ©innocencesmiles