Broken yet beautiful

People ask me why I love sunsets
As they mean everything has an end,
But it tells that whatever happens all day ,
A beautiful end can help it mend.

I love how the lonely clouds
strand in the sky, distorted,
And I realise that's the most
glorious thing I spotted.

It is beautiful as the weeping cloud pour
the raindrops, quite delicate to embrace ,
Yet broken but still adds to
the nature, it's grace !

Broken doesn't mean it is the end ,
If it's for things or people,
As they're still left with the pieces,
Though broken, much more beautiful!






From what I read

Life is a bitch
Fate is blind.

Mirror is a truth.
Wound is wide.

Damage is deep
Sigh is a sound.

Heart is a stone
Soul is bound.

Mind is sick
Chest is tight.

Is there a point
In this fight?

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𝘐 𝘯𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘢 𝘮𝘪𝘮𝘦!
𝘐 𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘐 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬,
𝘐 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴-
𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘐 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭,
𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 ,
𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘐 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦,
𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘷𝘺 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦-
𝘏𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘺 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦!
𝘚𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘴𝘧𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦!
𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘐 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘺
𝘖𝘳 𝘴𝘢𝘥…𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺.
𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘣𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘦
𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘐 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘥
𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘵𝘴 𝘐 𝘩𝘪𝘥
𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦
𝘐 𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘮𝘪𝘮𝘦!
𝘈𝘯 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥.
𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘪𝘵 𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘥.
𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥!

"Nothing left to lose~
I have no way to choose~"

"Damn that's hopless"

"Yeah, just like an image of me falling from the edge of this hill"

"And reckless"

"You think I'd do it for the thrill..?"

"You can't-
Let. Go."

"I won't
Take it slow"

"Leave me be
You don't know me."

"I don't know you
but I can see through."

"I'm dead"

"You're breathing."

"I've shed
I'm bleeding."

"Give it time, breath."

"For what..?"

"For me."

Attract what you expect.
Reflect what you desire.
Become what you respect..&
Mirror what you admire.

When someone repairs the walls and bricks of the home you abandoned, when they paint it in the brightest colors and tend to it's wilting garden, making it no less than a castle and stand before it in adoration of the warmth and safety they're promised to be gifted, you'll miss the home you left to rot.

DON'T GIVE UP :-!

They say don't give up,
Have faith, Stay strong.
But how? How can I?
When everything seems so wrong.

It is easy...very easy,
To give a big speech.
But it is hard to follow,
When everything seems out of reach.

Tons of advises,
Loads of motivation,
But no one is interested,
In understanding our agitation.

Ironic! HUH!

It is not easy to cope,
When you don't even know the way.
It is hard to explain when,
You yourself don't know what to say.

That time,
You just feel useless.
Darkness seems to be engulfing you.
You just feel worthless.
You just feel worthless.

Accepting defeat becomes hard when you have been winning all your life. Accepting winning becomes harder when you have been losing all the time. The past has a way of holding us back from the present, but we shouldn't let it steal niether the joy or the pain. The evidence of being alive is being in the moment.

I'm so lost in this world!

Find my soul,
and give it your world.
Where it'll be comfortable,
Where it'll have no fear,
Where no one will harm,
Where it can be vulnerable.

Find your world in me,
And I'll find mine in you.
Where there will be no lies,
Where there will be no secrets.
Live for me,
I will live for you!

Look at you know laying lonely in your room,
Look at how trusting led you to your doom,

Look at you now tied in twists of your past,
Look at you now unable to take another step forward,
Look at what you yourself did,
Look down at your fortess that sunk to the seas,

Look, you are only left with a crown,
Look, move past this before it too falls down.

Will You Be Mine Once Again?

If I say that I love you more now ,
Then will everything be beautiful again?
Will you love me back more?
Or will the things never be the same?

Will you see the tears that hide
behind my painted smile , terrified?
Will you see my efforts and ever
realise how hard I tried?

Will you console me even before
I break apart?
Will you not hear what my mind says,
but listen to my heart?

Will you see the beautiful girl inside the beast, that is causing destruction now?
Will you abandon me again
or love me anyhow?

Will you see the love behind my possessiveness, care and anger?
Will you forgive me when I'm really guilty
about what I blabbered ?

Will you be mine ever again?

Then, I wake up from the nightmare realising
I am quite better on my own and surviving happily,
While my heart sighs on hearing
my mind lie so beautifully.

"Do you tell lies because they sound better?"

Ha the truth in that simple question baffles me. That is exactly why they lie to you, because it sounds so darn good and easy to say.

Life is like a game,
That we played back then to kill some time.

'Random dots on a sheet of paper, which had no instructions whatsoever.'
Each one of us connected these same set of dots uniquely,
Letting our imaginations run wildly.
Everybody did it thoughtfully and pleasingly.
But in the end, who drew it right?
Who had the competence to draw the truth?

Nobody.
The truth was already there with us all, out and evident.
Just our minds got tricky!

When did I become so numb?
When did I lose myself?
All the words that left my tongue.
Feels like they came from someone else.

Why I write

I write when my heart
gets too heavy to hold,
I write about my scars ,
new and old.

I write when I have
a lot to share,
But to hear it out,
no one has time to spare.

I write when I feel
as lonely as one could be,
When not tears, but the well dressed
smile is what one could see.

I write when thoughts
in my mind begin to sink,
I write to share
whatever I think.

I write , not with  the desire
of being known,
But to know the voice
within my soul.

Epics tell tales of
damned wicked souls;

And here you are
praying for the wicked,
As you wish for salvation
upon yourself as well.

Does the pain really worth
the sin committed?

It crossed our hearts, Life was smiling for us.

But if it had crossed our minds then we'd have known...We'd have known it was laughing at our little dreams.

Is that why you left? For you realized what we couldn't see?

I'm tired of trying to put the puzzle together.

We were together...

And now every night, I pass by your new place and read your name craved on that white stone and wonder... if we can be together again

Overlook the forest we are in,
We'll march out of the dungeon,

Forget about the glances you bear behind the thick leaves,
No one would steal you from my arms,
Erase the monsters that you forge,
It is dark but there is no rogue,

Abandon your mind and come to mine,
Stay here for a while,

And then we'll fight them strongly,
They hate that you are pretty,
They hate to see you so happy,

It dims them more to see you so lively,
It casts them into the moors of the darkroom,
So they want to drag you to their realm,

So my beauty hail from the pieces of ruins they made,
Prove to them you are a ruler not a maid.

Black mirror on the wall,
I see nothing standing tall,

Black mirror on the wall,
Why don't you tell tale of my fall,

Black mirror on the wall,
How come you want to imprison my soul,

Black mirror on the wall,
You still paint a perfect picture not a troll,

Black mirror on the wall,
You think you could cover up the cuts of my soul,

Black mirror on the wall,
You know how a human is skin deep but you say nothing at all

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Destiny is a gift.

Some go their entire lives, living existence as a quiet desperation.
Never learning the truth that what feels as though a burden pushing down upon our shoulders, is actually, a sense of purpose that lifts us to greater heights.
Never forget that fear is but the precursor to valour, that to strive and triumph in the face of fear, is what is means to be a hero.

Don't think. Become!

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