She is tired!
Tired of letting it go,
And of being so low.
Tired of talking about him,
And of the lights so dim.
Tired of missing life,
And Of life's strive.
Tired of switching songs
From love to sad.
Is she not worth,
Why is life so low?
That chatter box is on a silent mode.
Tired of getting, and letting it go.
The little things , the little moments
They aren't little. ♡
In the race of life where we constantly wait to reach our destination to be happy.
We need to learn to enjoy the moments , the time we take to reach that goal.
Because the little things , the little moments , the time spent to reach our goal should be spent happily.
The happiness lies only there.
There is no end of desires.
You are in a misconception if you think, buying an expensive thing makes you happy.
Its not the thing that is making you happy , its noone but you who made you happy with something materialistic.
No matter how old you are, when you decide to go through your own old posts of a social networking site or an old conversation , you realise how you've grown.
Grown in the way , you present yourself.
Grown in the way, you have a conversation.
Grown in the way, where you know what should not be said.
We are way too grown up.
We have forgotten to let loose and enjoy life.
We have forgotten this life has to be alive.
We've forgotten to play around like a little child.
We've forgotten to giggle like that baby.
All of your doubts will suddenly vanish , when you decide to keep your stress aside and reward yourself for the little good things you do.
Life's too short to blame others for your stress or grief , its high time you realise its entirely upon you , whom you think about.
And with an optimistic note , know that your 'so called mature version of you' creates that stress for you.
You can make yourself happy.
You gotta do it for yourself.
Wear that beautiful smile and live life.
Behind her calm and composed face there were hopes.
There were fears and there were butterflies
Those happy butterflies.
Expecting for something happy to happen.
♥
Making me smile, that manly style.
Talking for a while, walking for miles.
Falling in love ,with no peace as dove.
Taking chances, stealing glances.
He was faking , she was too sweet to know,
She loved him , but he had a better show.
And when the truth was revealed, the love was peeled.
The situation was blamed, as it was flamed,
She gave up everything , but ended up as a thing.
Because , forever is just a lie.
(An excerpt from the book I would love to write.)
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Excerpt- 1 ,
Forever Is Just A Lie!
STORY FOR GROWTH:
A lovely little girl was holding two apples with both hands.
Her mum came in and softly asked her little daughter with a smile: my sweetie, could you give your mum one of your two apples?
The girl looked up at her mum for some seconds, then she suddenly took a quick bite on one apple, and then quickly on the other.
The mum felt the smile on her face freeze. She tried hard not to reveal her disappointment.
Then the little girl handed one of her bitten apples to her mum,and said: mummy, here you are. This is the sweeter one.
No matter who you are,
how experienced you are,
and how knowledgeable you think you are,
always delay judgement.
Give others the privilege to explain themselves.
What you see may not be the reality.
Never conclude for others.
At the end of everything I stuggled for.
Though there's no end to it.
There are times, we loose our balance.
Its not right when we think shedding tears will make us feel lighter.
Its always the thought.
Its as we think.
So , give it a thought.
Why not give positive vibes instead of all our negativity.
With a topping of lots of gratitude.
Ofcourse,
Searching for a book and finally getting to read it is like getting an immense pleasure.
That smell of new books.
That sound of flipping pages.
It is indeed a fun for a reader.
It often happens few people, are not in your life, yet their essence is always present.
Special essence
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