Why Are They Fighting?

🍁 Is it even quite possible for a human being, to completely stop living in the present? It's always been the future I'm programming inside myself, more like always living in the future.🍁

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This is what India's caste hatred looks like

A recent photo exhibition documents the prejudice that remains a reality for millions of Dalits.

BBC article on a photography exhibit highlighting families affected by anti-Dalit attacks and murders.

💮 I've always had the best way with my words. I like the way they keep translating my own mind when my toungue is unable to speak out for me. Words have always been keeping me a step forward into presenting myself from being passive and existing in my life that I was forcibly given to.

They're always narrating and whispering those wispy tails of my mind to me. I would've never known how my life sounds like.They define me, describe me, they're always expressing the spalshes of my tears or the turbulent surge of emotions on behalf of me, with their only assurance to me that I'm not insane, or losing my mind.

They said that's what happens to humans when we live on our limitations, always.💮

💮 So, this is my first post on tumblr, and I hold an insta acc : @shreen.writes as well where my other writeups could be found. Basically my content is based on thoughts, quotes or small poetries as this ( basically random thoughts). So, hope I'd be able to get supports from everyone, and I'll be always trying my best. Thank You.

《¤》●This is it, whatever it is that's hard for you to let go, your missed opportunities, people you had to let go of when you were in love, toxicities, your failures, things that killed you, it all starts and ends here. Nothing matters as our cycle of humanity is locked inside terrestrially and there are things far beyond the galaxies, lightyears and our sight. Clusters of stars miles and miles away from this Earth, where you die with your heartaches.

● What you gained or missed, nothing matters. You end here where you started from, but there are things far beyond this place, too massive for us that we're merely existent, too dark to be explained, bodies of questions where nothing about us matters.

● For a moth born in a jar, the roof of the jar is everything it knows and fears to cross, and an illusion of truth. 《¤》●

《■》Have you ever felt the present to be so hellish and empty, that you start reminiscing the past, as if it was the only time you've been happy, only heaven you used to live in.

It would be such a pity to think, how we search through the scatterred pieces of our childhood or the blurred out teenage, to live the time once again, when we used to be truly happy, when there were large room for dreams?《■》

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Have you ever heard the noise of silence?

💮Sometimes, it's not quite possible for you to be a healer or a pleaser everytime. It's not possible to cure or recover every broken heart. Some people are not wise enough to let the angels penetrate in their heart and cure them. you're a living being, and everyone can't possibly open their heart to you. You can't blame them either. They've got trust issues. You killing yourself can't be enough to make them trust you. Some may have never met you from your perspective, but they've met similar versions of you so they possibly won't open themselves the same way to you either. Indeed, help, as much as you're capable of, but only when you're asked to. It's not selfish.💮

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🌸That's the power of mine that I often question about. The unrealistic enchantment within myself, I can fall in love with everything.

I know, how effortlessly I can fall in love with almost anything, alive or not. Even when I'm in a prison, as time passes by, I would turn it into a temple.

Does it certainly makes me one of them? When I give rest to the monsters of the world, the weirds, the unusual, the madman,broken and bullied one finds peace within me and I, be a shelter to the loneliest beings treated the worst?

Why do I crave the smell of sadness, broken people? Why theres always a worn out rose for me? Do I deserve this? Or am I suppose to turn the beast into a prince?🌸

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I've known you for long. Before you were there. I knew it would be you, always, when you made me explore myself, when you soared me up higher than an eagle, and discovered a divinity of me I never knew was there.