You are the kind of brother who’ s always ready to go an extra mile just to make sure his sister gets the best of everything. Whenever it felt like my life took a wrong turn, you were always there to show me the right way. Thank you for always being there. Protecting me from all the troubles in life wasn’t your job, it was in your blood and in your very nature. So, Thanks for tolerating me... A girl doesn’t need to be afraid of troubles when she has a brother like you. Thank you for always having my back. Tons of love❤❤❤❤
So...this post is specifically designed for those who have changed their feelings and thinking towards the world it could be any change..but this one is for those who have depression problem and yes I respect you all bcoz I believe that depression and anxiety are Real...and I respect you all..but I can't anymore..bcoz of depression mostly people are taking wrong steps and while doing so I can't respect them anymore.... None of a person is having a perfect life but they are not giving up they are not going to isolation..and yes here in mirakee a new trend is going on ...ISOLATION...so plz yaar Express your feelings about what you get while doing so..while separating your self from others and while ignoring, what you get..sadly nothing ! but doing so.., you are making urself alone and weak..if you think that isolation is only a solution to come out from that zone u r making urself fool..u r hurting ur self..u r hurting all those people who are ur frndz ...
Plz I request you all who r going through the tough times and who have depression problems just for once try to enjoy ur life... u r only a person who can help out urself frm that trauma..try to do some or the other thing through which you get a positivity and try to spend ur time with whom you love the most..the best option it's to go for outings with frndz..and I know that we all have atleast a person infront of whom we can open up our heart and share everything freely..so share ur prblms with them and try to change your mind and life sets..
this world is completely urs so try to get the peace for what you r looking...And try to change your mind sets towards your life..just live ur life before u die.. And try to change your vision version to see the world..♥️just for once be a kid and enjoy ur whole day irrespective of thinking what you lose what you have earned.. just enjoy ur whole day at the end of the day you got ur potential abilities to overcome..and then u r totally ready to face any problem with a confident..And when you get that ability that day you changed your vision version to see the world
English version... . I say Pa... I say Papa. You're the one... who was always here. . Whether it's joy or it's a bad dream. You're the one... who was always here. . O Papa! Are you the best? . Pink or Blue? I'm confused! You ask me Why worried? . You ask me What's your goal? I say Umm...any guesses? . O Papa! Are you the best? . By many nicknames, you call me. Every odd name is for me. . I won't put the names here. They are so funny! . O Papa! Are you the best? . Whether I was a kid Or I'm a grown up... You fooled me always! . You may laugh like Ha ha ha... See, I made you laugh, I'm a good girl. . O Papa! Are you the best? . From science homework to every tragedy... you always help me! . Some forget me, some don't. You're the one who stays always! . O Papa! Are you the best? . O Pa... O Papa. You're there... only then I know everything. . Whether it's a smiling face or it's me going on. You're there... only then I know everything. . O Papa! You are the best! . . . Happy Father's Day♥ .
TIME AFTER TIME by Carolyn Glackin Oh time, forever ticking For it isn't meant to last Yet so often doth it harken To the burdens of the past Flowing like a river Whose current runs each way Ever onward, but also backward Based on our mindset day to day A harbinger of sorrow A prophetess of peace A seer of great sadness A bringer of release Oh time, you are eternal So why must you be so fleeting? You've stolen treasured moments You broke my heart and left it bleeding How dare you do this to a mother?! See what you've done to my three boys?! Who once were babes in mother's arms But now soon gone and self-employed Cursed time! How I despise you! You've stolen all I love! My dear cat 'twas just a kitten Yet she now joins our Lord above Can't you slow yourself down any? At least please let me catch my breath For I have so much to lament, as we crawl closer to our death You give and take at will Without a thought, without a care Neither mortal, nor a God And so I ask, how do you dare?! You dangle visions of bright futures Do you not see how you charm us? Please, just leave us be! All too often, you doth harm us! Wretched time, you cruel mistress! Do you see not what you've done? You should be begging for forgiveness But you're too busy having fun! And we stand no chance against you The sovereign master, so sublime Always the victor in the end Just as I've seen, time after time. Copyright Carolyn Glackin 6/13/2020
*Art credit: Norvz Austria.
*Title credit: "Time After Time" is the title of a Cyndi Lauper song, written by Cyndi Lauper and Robert Hyman.
*All other words aside from the title are solely my own.
'Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don’t know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.' - Anais Nin
Today write an open letter to your love/ex love on your views of love and why love dies sometimes and how you could have prevented it from dying.
The bond of father and daughter is one of the cutest relation of all times. A girl may or may not be comfortable with any other man.But father is the only one with whom she feels most safe and secured Many will come and add tears in her eyes but father is the only one who always makes her smile even though he is going through hard times. He is the mixture of both toughness and smoothness He never admits how much he loves you but he loves u more than any other person in the world. May be strict but for a girl her dad is always a Superhero and for a father his daughter is always a Princess From a daughter to her father:
ധാത്രി......her body is not her shame,she doesn't fear its fantasies...it is not something to be hidden..she won't keep her head down by shame....she is free from the dresses of taboos with which you once tied her...she is not an object of your praise and pleasure now..she is free...
They made her hide beneath the walls Both her body and soul,she wasn't the owner They said they owned it..all what is hers They called her 'Lekshmi' ...the lamp of their home Her voice struggled beneath throat As it feared to seek expression Her words died rotten inside her heart All what is hers was suppressed And what came out was woman India What they wanted her to be...never she
Many retold the story...great epic of all time But no one was interested in mine Didn't there magnanimous thought Struck in the story of this "Rakshasi"? "Rakshasi"....I can see the fear on your face When I said it.. "Rakshasa"..the name of my race.. It wasn't as fearful as you read in Ramayana We were black in colour With long black curley hairs And pointed teeths(they say damshtras) These was not fearful or abnormal among us We were all like that.. And our Lanka was peaceful and prosperous We were free.... To think ,to speak and love I thought same is the case with the Aryans But they were different... They were white with less hairs on their body I didn't felt them superior or inferior But different.. But they felt us inferior to them I don't know how or why?? They called us primitive..Savage Is these something negative.. We live as we feel..is that wrong?? That's why I approached him Out of love..Rama..the great.. I proposed him straight.. I tried again when he rejected.. Then they played their tricks Then they called me "Rakshasii"... That was ,of course, derogatory.. I felt myself inferior.. I wanted to prove I wasn't I too played back As I will marry one of them Either Rama or Lakshmana Then Lakshmana,with his sword Cut away my nose and breasts.. ................................. Rama remind silent..Sita too.. Then I knew..we..Rakshasa Was something not even human In those "great Aryan eyes" There I and my race was shattered.. My brother took revenge But he was better How he treated Sita was not as They treated me.....