Dream Life

                            No one ever really understands or tries to understand you. It was always people yelling out their opinions and voicing their advices,  which eventually led you to realize that people weren't really compassionate towards you. No one ever really hears what you say, or they never insist on knowing what you were actually feeling; it was always them just yelling out their opinions at you. Maybe this is how life is, and these are the things that actually make you understand how important it is to find your own self, be your own comfort person, best friend, healer and be all you want other people to be for you. No one is going to ask you what made you to  that , what made you react like that, why did you do  that, and most importantly, how do you feel. People are just there, not wanting to go into the depths of what you feel or how you feel, but they'll always be opinionated with wh...

                                You don't need grand gestures or far-off destinations to add a bit of magic to your everyday life. Sometimes, it's about seeing the beauty in the simple, the wonder in the ordinary. It's about savoring the moments you might otherwise overlook, and finding joy in the smallest of things. Start with how you greet the day. Let the morning light be more than just the signal to start your routine-let it be a moment to pause and feel gratitude for a new beginning. Sip your coffee or tea slowly, letting its warmth fill you up, savoring each sip like its a tiny luxury. Notice the world around you. The flowers blooming on your walk, the patterns of light and shadow dancing on the walls, the laughter of strangers passing by. These are all little gifts waiting to be unwrapped, each one a reminder that life is filled with moments of quiet beauty, if only we choose to see them. Treat the ev...

  In the rush of daily life, it's easy to love sight of the present moment. Pause, take a breath, and ground yourself in the now. The present is where life unfolds, where joy resides, and where peace is found. Appreciate the simple pleasures: a smile, a gentle breeze, the warmth of the sun. These moments, though small, are the threads that weave a life of meaning and fulfillment. Let go of the past, release the future, and embrace the beauty of presence. You are here and that is enough.

                                        Remember the days when you couldn't stop singing dancing and dressing up laughing and grinning? Well that was before they all mocked how you dressed said you would never fit in with the rest and so you stopped smiling and changed what you wore when music plays you do not dance anymore in case you look silly in case you look daft for fear it will dredge up those memories past for fear that you'll feel like you used to back then embarrassed and worthless again and again see you stopped singing loudly then stopped altogether stopped being someone that they would remember  but there's a girl watching she's looking to you trying to figure out what she should do should she stop singing and swallow her voice? pick outfits to wear that would not be her choice? should she resist urges to get up and dance cause sitting there quietly no one will laugh but...

                                           Honor the little girl inside of you, the little girl that was abused, hurt, abandoned, who felt she was never enough. Let her feel safe, let her  know she is loved, tell her everyday. Make her feel so special, she deserves it, keep her clean and warm and nourish her with the nutritious foods. Let her feel free. Let her embrace the  things she loved doing, skating in the park, jumping on the trampoline, painting, running, swimming, making sandcastles, girly sleepovers, making stories, playing dressup. It might sound silly, it might sound irrelevant but honouring the little kid inside of you is going to bring you so much joy and fulfilment. That little version of you, still exists, and deserves to be honoured. Give yourself the love and care, and joy that was stolen from you as a child.

The aura of resturant and each lyrics of song make me fall in love with him. He even not have any single glnace over me , but i was keep staring at him. At the time im imagining that he was singing for me and we were all alone in there. I was so lost in moment that i start to feel like that he comes walking towards me and his hands around my waste , but suddenly my dreamy picture shatter as i was pushed my someone, but still i thanks to crowd .                             I cant be angry but to thanks to person whoever pushed me .Because he hold me from side and i just passed smile. Without any further moment I just hold his hand tightly and start leading him to more crowd . He get the idea that i was taking him to dance floor and pull me back and muttered in ears that he can't dance. But i was badly want to dance at that moment , i the one who pull him closure by saying no worry i can. And just by saying this wo...

                                                           When you can't sleep, what do you do? Just fret and worry, toss and stew? That is a foolish thing to do! It only makes blue things more blue. Why don't you lie and just relax? Forget about your income tax! Then jump aboard your memory ship And , back to childhood, take a trip. Play once again the ages you played; That causes fret and fume to fade. The swimming hole, the rippling brook, The funny story, cowboy book; The fun you had, while just a boy, Will prove that life has lot of joy. Go tramp the field and woods again Get lost once more in drenching rain. Remember, when the bull chased you, The fence you had to struggle through. Or think of dolls that made you glad And how you loved the neighbor's lad. Go back to school or Sunday school The pranks you played; the Golden Rule. Rep...

                                                        I tried very hard every time to convince my heart , that dude lets wait for some more time. Everything will be alright. Everything will turned out exactly the way you always wants it to be. But it won't last for long time .  Reality just appear like mirror replica and start to tarnish in pieces again . Like every time , when I convinced for something and end up to broken again.     I don't know , its only me or every person in my surrounding or may be who on far distance, whom i never seen or met .Facing same trauma of making and falling again and again. But somehow now i convinced my stupid heart and little mind , that let's accept the fact.     Fact,  that some people born with this kind of destiny, where you spend whole of your life behind a dream or to mak...

                                       The sound of two people ignoring each other The sound of no one being there for another The sound of eerie nothingness engulfing the air The sound of no one even bothering to care The sound of wind blowing everything away The sound of the pain you go through everyday The sound of everything that is unknown The sound of being completely alone The sound of thinking quietly inside The sound of being left behind The sound of trying not to cry The sound of wishing you could die The sound of silence can't be heard Just like the soft swift wings of a bird The sound of silence can seem unreal The sound of silence is something you feel The sound of silence Soft yet shril The sound of silence I think Can kill

                                            She had a language of her own, Her own way to show her love and care, She would meet people as if It has been years to the bond they share. Her eyes can touch the scars You've been hiding for long, She would cares the flaws, As that made one strong. She is a gorgeous mess, Composed of the pieces broken down, Her smile is starlit, And there's beauty even in her frown. Some people started to envy her, And tried to bring her to their size, As it isn't easy to appreciate someone When you're made up of endless lies. They tried to compress her sky, And condense her inner starlight, But they couldn't make her universe shrink, And she shined brighter every night. Soo she realized her own World was enough strong And she has been looking for beauty everywhere, But it lies right where she belongs.

                                           I want your body pressed up against my heart. I want your hands spreading my thoughts, Lingering over the curves of my passions, gripping my hopes, stroking my opinions, and cupping my desires. I want your soul breathing heavily against my collarbones. I want your thoughts nibbling on my ears, your passions pressed against my lips, your hopes naked on my skin, your opinions hard under my hands and your desires... I want your desires letting out soft little moans against my soul. I want you.

                                         I will love you as long as the sun burns in the sky, as long as the moon shines its light into the dark night, until the raging blue oceans become calm and run dry. I will love you until the end of time.

                                         isn't life such a funny thing? at any given moment, we could get everything we've wanted, or have it all taken away. at any second in time, we could make the best decision of our lives or the worst. don't you think life is the most fragile and frightening thing? doesn't it make you want to hold on with both hands and  never let go?

                                        Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth; Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim, Because it was grassy and wanted wear; Though as for that the passing there Had worn them really about the same, And both that morning equallu lay In Leaves no step had trodden black. Oh, I kept the first for another day! Yet knowing how way leads on to way, I doubted if I should ever come back. I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Tow roads diverged in a wood, and I-- I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference.

                                               Who is quiet in large groups or around people I don't know; you only see the real me if we're close. I smile and laugh a lot especially at the most inappropriate times.    I'm a hopeless romantic. I trip over air, up stairs and over  people's feet. I am the hardest person to offend, but it is all too easy to make me feel horrible. I hate telling people about my problems; they don't need       to worry about me. I'm the one who listens to other people's  problems. I believe people should not be judged before one takes the time to get to    know them, yet I am guilty of doing         that exact thing. I love to think rather than talk. I'm awkward, clumsy, shy, starnge....   but this is me. Take it or leave it.

  I add sorry to the end of my sentences As if I'm sorry for what I say My words are a form of protection That I must strip away I must always be quiet And I can't make any demands When I speak, I must be careful That all my words are planned For my words are weapon One that I can never use And when everything is gone They are the last thing I can lose To protect my very being I must never speak too loud If I ever do speak I will barely make a sound So I always say sorry As if my words burn me My words are my own prison And I can never be free

                                     Not a flat. Not an apartment in back. Not a man's house. Not a daddy's . A house all my own. With my porch and my  pillow, my pretty purple petunias. My books and my stories. My two shoes waiting beside the bed. Nobody to shake a stick at. Nobody's garbage to pick up after.   Only a house quiet as snow, a space for myself to go, clean as paper before the poem.

                                        Learn how to truly be yourself; go to lunch, get coffee, go and watch a movie, alone and understand that there is no need to feel lonely . Take it as an opportunity to learn more about yourself. Fall in love with yourself and romanticise everything you do. The way your voice changes when you ask a shopkeeper, cinema attendant, waiter  or any other person of vague authority for something. The way you bite the inside of your cheek when you are nervous. They way you feel the heat in your cheeks rising with the cool sides of your hands. Become enamoured with the little habits and idiosyncrasies that are only noticed by someone who loves you.

                                               I didn't fall in love with you. I walked into love with you, with my eyes wide open, choosing to take ever step along the way. I do believe in fate and destiny, but I also believe we are only fated to do the things that we'd choose anyway. And I'd choose you;  in a hundred lifetimes, in a hundred worlds, in any version      of reality, I'd find you     and I'd choose you.

                                           Smiling is infectious You catch it like the flu When someone smiled at me today I started smiling too I walked around the corner And someone saw me grin When he smiled I realized I had passed it on to him I thought about the smile And then realized its worth A single smile like mine Could travel round the earth So if you feel a smile begin Don't leave it undetected Start an epidemic And get the world infected