Bemoan the fate as you will the emptiness would still eat you away futility of existence and facade of importance the glitter of attention and tears of oblivion loath of loneliness and fear of attention no one can feel you, no one can understand people would claim they do but don’t you pretend otherwise
An emotional mess, a tangled self the inner calm when you embrace the death to be part of someone’s final journey to bathe them and dress them and then offer them to fire the calm you saw on the face the lifeless body of an illustrious man some mourn, some pay respect all move on, life is death
Nothing is static, not even misery a lot is gained and all is lost the material you possess the dress you like the expensive gold watch and that beautiful sapphire your favourite son, your beloved daughter your loving wife and all your lovers strings holding you down strings waiting to be snapped
The world has shrunk. Have sex in half-black bipartisan calculations. Ripping apart, no body was naked inside the costume. I was too wakeful under the ventilator. They were killing me methodically. It was theatrical. White gowns and blue gowns. Only
Deep within my soul Your words of love Burn so bright That you might be The very special girl I hold so tight Like two vessels That intertwine into the night You have a way of making Everything feels just
Everything seems to be silent but my ears not, although world sleep but my mind’s not. Memory once rejoiced like a sun’s heat now turns winter cold, before isolation was a luxury to me but now it’s not. What happens
People often invite whole family for their marriage functions generally not all the members of the family attend function some have genuine commitments,some not interested and some hate functions One who attends will have to be prepared to answer queries
Have you met that little girl? That little girl who lives on the dark side of the world. That little girl who has not eaten for days. That little girl who doesn’t a have place to call home. I am
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