A Godless Humanitarian.
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Unwrap me with wrong intentions,let your wanton fingertips play with my brainless heart, but know this: I got a mind implicitly capable to make your heartless brain indispensable to the taste of my beautiful scars. © Sumit Goreja
Perhaps the sacrosanctity of the dreams we hold in our head does not dominate our happiness in reality as in dreams, hence we never get to breathe them when not sleeping. © Sumit Goreja
And after she befriended her own shadow that proved its loyalty more than any human, she never longed for any other company again. © Sumit Goreja
I would love to be the victim of insomniaif it brings me even an inch closer to the nocturnal you. © Sumit Goreja
Moving from one social animal to another, talking about love, attention, the power of two esemplastic souls, weaving the whole new universe by giving unconditionally, and what not hogwash; you masquerade the true self so well that you go on breathing this smug facade until some similar, ugly soul comes along, plays your game, and feeds your avarice and himself only your flesh. Then, the shallow you, finally see through your own sophistry and wish if only that not-so-true-self had been the true-me. © Sumit Goreja
Her feelings were robbed and soul was maimed. Gainsaying parents was not an option,and nor saying no for an unwilling consummation.Neither there was an omen of help nor hope,so it all happened in the name of parents' happiness:her feelings were robbed and soul was maimed. And all that remained of her is none. © Sumit Goreja
Ex: Hey, what are you doing?Me: Was counting my blessings, and just realized I have reached my goal. Ex: How come?Me: Because until yesterday you were not my Ex. Ex: *blocks* © Sumit Goreja
Hurt and emotional bruisesreflecting upon someone or me,or maybe both, of course given unintentionally,but its projection is certainly from me. Yet I find myself often lost in wonderment how can I shackle myself from giving or receiving no love when I am a result of a seed sown with a great warmth,looked upon and after beyond nine monthswith intensive care? Now with such exchange how can I not breathe this emulation of expectation, or just stop falling again? Yes, I may be apt to make mistakes, after allI'm a human being, but I'm not just a human being. I'm a feeling; feeling shadowing yours. © Sumit Goreja
If I gave up, I would be you;and you may like to look ugly, but I don't.© Sumit Goreja
She dived her bare emotions into my eyes,and I pulled her deepinto my tears.Both were exposed to a feelingthat was left unfelt. She fed me; I felt her,and we both became one!© Sumit Goreja