Hang in there!

Regrets.. Remorse probably the worst feeling second to guilt.Experiencing all three together is quite a task i can guarantee to you. They eat you up slowly,very painfully from inside. You are helpless,you can either accept them & be depressed for as long as it takes or the easy way out to pretend you dont feel them.


A coward move,true,but that’s just temporary.Ofcourse you break at one point,you give those feelings free reign once in a while,cause that’s healthy as society puts it.one should let it all out.But that’s just absurd,cause i’m sure those nosy people telling you to cry all out are most probably just dishing for new gossips,that’s just how our society rolls. Ofcourse its not healthy holding everything inside you,but it takes time. It takes time to forgive yourself, it takes time to get used to the pain.one cannot totally forget the pain,those feelings are part of your life they hold memories which i’m sure neither your brain nor your heart would let you forget. so you just get used to them,with time you learn how to smile & move on. while pretending to be strong,you learn how to really become strong. you get the hang of it with time & then you become a pro at it. You smile,hold your head up & move on. Once in a while reminiscing those memories as they will always be part of your life even if the person behind them are too far gone to be there with you…so just hold on to those memories & pretend that things are okay…cause they will always be. Time doesn’t heal your wounds it just gives you the strength you need to be okay.
So just hold on and hang in there you’ll be okay..gradually!


A promise


its like i’m invisible to them
for them me being a stone not a gem
for they dont see what i possess
there will be a time,when they can no longer compress
for then will i be free,
running along the grass,so soft beneath me
waitin’ with determination in my blood,fire in my soul,strength in my heart
for this will end,and a new beginning will start..
& i promise myself till then,not to fall apart..!


Its love she’s looking for,

yet its love she’s afraid of

its the darkness she’s most comfortable with,

yet its the darkness she’s scared of

longing to be held in arms is what she dreams,

yet letting herself go in those arms is what she restraints from

holding her heart close to her;

protected with shallow walls around,

its freedom she most desires

yet she’s her own prisoner

she stands in a crowd with fierce courage to be noticed,

yet its shyness she’s accustomed of

with her pain she stands alone;making it her strength,

yet its the very pain she loathes of.

its love she’s looking for,

yet its love she’s the most afraid of…