Perspective

You were the light for me when I only had nights  You were the hope in me when all I had was despair You made me a knight, even though there was no battle to fight  You brought me back to life when I thought he was my reason to be alive  You became my therapist even when I bailed out on myself  You showed me world that id given away  You showed me stars when I was dreading my nights  You gave me hope when nothing was fair  I owe you a life that you saved  I owe you the knight that you made  💕here's to all those who made me a warrior  Nanuu, mari, ibbo, Kamlesh  ~thoughts jotted...signing off xoxo

what if I got to know that today was my last day. After this day I wouldn't live...i'll maybe turn into a star that shines. But will my star shine? Have I done enough good that my star can shine brighter than the rest? What if today was the last day I slept in my bed.What if for the rest of the eternity I had to sleep in a grave after today..........what if today was the last day I saw myself in mirror, what if today was the last time people saw me...and tomorrow they might open my picture in their gallery and look at my face that is now decomposing in mud. What If I  died with or without fulfilling the purpose of my existence.What if I died and my friends and family forget me, or what if I become the reason for their tears. God knows when I will breath my last ... god knows when I will start my forever journey...god knows if everyone thinks of leaving one day. what if I die in the state of owing someone an apology or what if someone owes an apology to me and they come meet...

The world failed ... Or it fails everyday... Or we fail Everyday. I read the news of a girl jumping off from a building...she commited suicide...its not something new but it's miserable. Imagine the pain one would be in when they suicide...imagine the stress and feelings of a person who is about to end a life ... Imagine the thoughts that one would get when they surrender We all say that the person could have gone to a psychiatrist...the person could have seeked help ... We never think what we did that made one stand on the edge and fall ...that made one stop their own world . How many times in a day do we hurt people ?how many times do we laugh off someone's feelings?how many times do we take tears of people seriously?how many times do we say 'just chill ....it's okay'!? Sometimes it's not okay and it's okay to not be okay. Sometimes consoling someone is not enough sometimes u need to change... sometimes actions need a change ... Sometimes it...

This blog isn’t about a topic but my life...my personal life...and the LESSON. I was little...very little...and being a child my dad was my superhero (still is). I thought that...not thought had a strong belief that nothing could ever happen to him no matter what. He is beyond the pain and the usual. That anything could happen to anybody but him...little did I know that God had planned a reality check for me. THE ROLLER COASTER RIDE IS ABOUT TO START IN 3 2 1 Once upon a time ...I woke up and heard my dad saying that he tripped over an object. The time noted for this far-fetched and unconvincing incident was, when  the sun was below the horizon. Later I asked my mom if what my dad had said was true and even possible. She answered...yes he did trip over...I couldn’t digest her answer...let alone imagine my dad tripping over. And now this is the part when the ride picks up pace and my reality check starts. My dad who I once believed was alien to the definition ...

Your head on my shoulder Your tear on my shirt We looked at each other For what i saw  Was terror and pain THE DARK SOUL You shut your eyes  You thought you hid your soul But i saw it I saw the DARK SOUL I saw what secrets it hid I wont ask until... Until you open  open your eyes again

I PRAY... I pray that Ur words are not cursed I pray that my heart is not scared I pray u could realize what u have done I pray u could find my answer to my silence      I pray u could hear the sirens I pray that someday u pay the price I pray that u pay it thrice My heart was cut and scared And now it’s not repaired U left the Band-Aid on the table Little did u know I was unstable U expected me to cure myself But did u ever try correcting yourself U thought what u said was hilarious Little did u know, for me it was disastrous U snubbed me when I cried But little did u know somebody special was hospitalized U said I was emotionally weak Little did u know my heart leaked But now that it’s all in the past, I pray that Ur words r a blessing That now, they can do all the dressing For what happened in the past, I don't want it to last Time covered the wounds like a plaster Later all I cou...