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Walking A Labyrinth

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  • jumbledthoughts 11w

    Chapters are closing. It doesn’t matter if the story is over or not. Each story has got limited space. How much, no one knows. You build your stories around others .. slowly, afraid of the unknowns, build up the characters, find a rhythm…get comfortable…suddenly..chapters start closing. Whether you want them to or not. They are. They will. One by one. Faster than earlier. No worries though, you’ll meet new characters. That’s life. But what’s the lesson here? Maybe stop building up others to the level that they leave a void. Start your own chapter. With yourself as the main character. Cause no one knows how much time one’s got left.

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  • jumbledthoughts 11w

    It is said that there are 5 stages of grief. And they are in this order.
    * denial.
    * anger.
    * bargaining.
    * depression.
    * acceptance.
    But what happens when they are not in this order? They are in reverse. You accept readily whatever is happening… thinking of it as your fate. Get depressed about it. Bargain with yourself and with God for a lesser evil of two. Then you skip a step and go on to denial … of whatever is happening. Your mind can’t wrap itself around your reality. Then comes the anger. After all you did, after all the acceptance you had for others.. what did you get in return? A kick in the stomach. A slap on the face. What’s to be done now? You need an outlet for this anger. You can’t take it out on the people who’ve caused this .. because you are just not that type of person. And this anger is consuming you alive. So what do you do? You write about it. You let it be easy.

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  • jumbledthoughts 21w

    The one thing that everyone craves and need
    Is to be understood when their heart bleeds
    And that’s where friendship comes in indeed
    ©jumbledthoughts

  • jumbledthoughts 22w

    Midnight tryst

    Their unspoken words
    hung heavy in the air
    The uneven sound of breathing
    was loud and clear
    He kissed her eyelids
    and murmured sweet nothings
    Held her down
    and tried to stop her thrashing
    She clenched the sheet into her fists
    and released a soft gasp
    He leaned down
    and touched her wet lips in a caress
    They drowned in each other’s eyes
    and silent promises were made
    To be there for each other here
    and beyond the heavenly gates
    Their midnight tryst came to an expected end
    When the monitor showed a flatline
    and the alarm started screeching like a fiend
    ©jumbledthoughts

  • jumbledthoughts 22w

    The beauty of the night is that it is mine.
    ©jumbledthoughts

  • jumbledthoughts 22w

    People always say that they don’t want to be lied to and honesty is a virtue. But not many can take the bitter pill of truth and accept it as a virtue. They prefer sickingly sweet lies over the truth. I have learned the hard way that even if I keep letting go of their lies and subterfuge and keep giving them chances , they can’t even take my truth. I prefer to either stay silent or say the truth over telling lies.. and voila.. they are the injured parties!! Once again it’s proven that silence it is for me , and they ask why I don’t speak much?!! Once again it’s proven that I cannot always count on others to be respectful of my feelings even if I respect theirs. Being an understanding person doesn’t guarantee that others will be understanding too. We can only choose to either accept them or choose to walk away.
    ©jumbledthoughts

  • jumbledthoughts 22w

    When it’s 3am and I can’t sleep
    Some questions are there on my mind on repeat
    I try to take it as a game
    So that they don’t bring me much shame
    Would you like to play along with me..??
    #anaphora @miraquill
    @writersnetwork @writersbay
    #whatif

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    Let’s play the What If game
    Have you ever wondered..
    What if you had said no instead of yes
    What if you had said more instead of less
    What if you had gone on that trip
    What if you had let your mind flip
    What if you had not pretended
    What if you had comprehended
    What if you had voiced your feelings
    What if you had acknowledged their feelings
    What if you had trusted your intuitions
    What if you had given in to the temptation
    What if you could live out different versions of your life in parallel dimensions
    Would you be happy then?
    Or would you in those lives too ..
    be playing the What If game?
    ©jumbled thoughts

  • jumbledthoughts 22w

    I am a dreamer
    But am scared to dream
    For outcomes of both the extremes
    ©jumbledthoughts

  • jumbledthoughts 22w

    Nothing is as it seems
    They say things they don’t mean
    All my life I’ve been looking for you
    You always were near but just in my dreams
    I look around and it’s a carnival of clowns
    With hungry eyes and smiles that feel like frowns
    Juggling balls that don’t mean anything
    For Too long amongst them I’ve been
    It feels my heart is just about to give in
    I run, I run like a demon is at my heels
    I pray , I pray that it’s not too late
    That my soul I could still keep.
    I round a corner and there you are
    But again just out of my reach
    Let go of fear and I am yours you say
    In that moment I realised
    My happiness was mine to make…
    however I deem fit
    ©jumbledthoughts

  • jumbledthoughts 23w

    Shall I take the risk to be risky
    and let the world be frisky
    with my emotions
    To be or not to be - that is the question
    ©jumbledthoughts