The way he dives into my eyes and calms the surging waves.. ...the way he brings peace to all the wars.. The way he makes me drop my sword ... The way his presence in me ...threatens my soul from being a sinner.. The threat to be slaughtered by his sword ... The threat to loose him in the war... The urge to accept all my crimes... ...at the shrine of his lies
Every ounce of my blood burns It burns with each breath All I can hear is the drum beats of death And the pain fuels The urge to die To just lay Dead on the floor With my soul searches of ecstasy In the free air Atleast it's not bound by the shackles of being someone's only heir... Atleast it can dream Or atleast it can freely scream..
I'm so sick of these winter mornings Warm blankets And shimmering sunlight .....Do you remember The morning teas The evening coffee The rainy dawns ...The windy dusks The love condensed into dew The care floating in the winds that blew ..... How can a warm hearted lover turn into a cold blooded slaughterer... The lover of the flowers turn into the bumblebee of the thorns..
The true essence of love lies in the urge to burn ... to put your heart on fire And yet ache to burn ... to feel the warmth in your bones And still gulp the poison .... to fuel the fire The urge to shout it out loud ... and yet keep numb The urge to descend in your lover's arms ... and still fear to go against the monstrous norms
Here's a toast... To all of the burning hearts And bones.. ....turning into toxic gases ...and the ones trying to not to turn into ashes.....
A visible bra strap isn't about her boldness, slutness, and diginity. It's all about your sick mentality.. (Read full poetry in caption.) _____________________________________________ Bra strap is showing; sit properly, It's not safe, you are supposed to come home early.!!
How characterless she is; damn;she doesn't even know how to sit she must feel shy, there is no any reason, but still;don't know why??
This useless talks, we listen everyday we sit, or we walk.
How sarcastically, with this mentality, we people are talking about equality.
Stop giving character certificate because, it's a piece of cloth and nothing else.
If a man's inner wear is showing, it's cool, but… If women's inner wear is showing, then why you become so rude?
Listen guys; I am not saying you to close your eyes, but; instead of staring, you should be caring, so stop making us feel, like its huge deal.
The mindset need to be change; otherwise this silly talks is not so strange. By-Aradhana Agrahari
When somedays i look at my reflections just for a fraction of second i feel alive. That how in this whole earth of billions of people i am the owner of this face. This is the face inscribed in my mother's memories to be her first child, that there is this particular smile my best friend sees when she cracks up a joke, That their is this specific face i make before i cry which my diary noticed, That how i squint my eyes before the alarm rings, and that how in this brief moment i am the one having this piece of identity. That this face sometimes gives happines to people who love me and sometimes pisses the one's who hate me. Well, that might be extreme to say but yeah it's not false that how sometimes i wished i had dimples or set of blue eyes but then i remember this is the face of person i loved the most in my past life. (//There’s a Japanese legend, your face at present is the face of the one you loved the most in your past life.// ) That no amount of dimples or blue eyes would've filled my heart with joy if they weren't for this chubby cheeks and brown eyes which resemble the dark hole consuming those blue skies. I am having this identity which my soul has bonded with maybe for a thousand lives. And that how I had be disrespecting myself if i didn't love each part of me. That how i had like to love myself in a way that if i were to be born again I'd look at my reflections each day And feel alive again and again... - Vaishnavi.
Taking classes of self-love from Kim Seokjin this days :-P Also this is lame...