I Hope You Know,

Sometimes, it's a potential to heal when we see some people, at the end of the day, has taken out some time for themselves, after being there for everyone and everything, they repair, rearrange and heal some old scratches. They aren't usually the rotten hearts among us. It's an inspiration itself to see the self care, the intensity of the love for themselves and the way they keep coming back to home to themselves even after flowing through earthly lives. Isn't it an ambition enough of not to lose yourself even when you're camouflaging amidst the crowds?

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|| June 18 ; 2022 ||

💮 Taking a chance to look back at the same time in the mid June an year ago, when this was the exact time I was wishing for an undo button for myself and was regretting my vulnerability. There was this strange utopian wish to turn everything upside down, and cursing undecisiveness, but here I am, an year later in this exact same date, sitting and chilling with monsoon. Though it's no better, but I believe I survived, all by myself, where I didn't have that hope to create my uncertain future anymore then, that I'm ambitious of creating this year, this time.💮

💮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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People aren't rude,

We just grow up without telling ourselves.

What is defeat?

If not being the same kind of person you used to hate, and never wanted to be?

What is defeat?

If not being hated and looked down upon, by yourself?

What is deafeat?

If not being surrounded by the wrong people your entire life, thinking what is possibly wrong about you?

Wondering, how the bohemian in me at times,

Want an elegance before poetry,

And most of the times,

These words keep scorching out from hell.

Have you ever heard the noise of silence?

🌸No, keeping you as my favorite prisoner will never satisfy me. If I ever grant you freedom, I know you'll run far far away from me. You'll never come back in my arms, saying you loved it, being isolated with me.🌸

🍁 Acceptance isn't forceful. It's the complete admiration of who you are, and the strong will to posses nothing else other than exactly what you have.

Don't you know jealousy, is a kind of pain? A pain, of not being enough?