lovetangledsoul

Manu vishwakarma Dreamer�� I write what I've experienced and what I feel and think!��

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  • lovetangledsoul 24w

    Past, present and me- A Sonnet

    Blurred past, feels like a rattling good story,
    I kept telling myself and others too,
    Is it real or just another fabricated allegory?
    Saved snapshots, as they're the only clue,
    Of all the grateful memories, I had lived once,
    But there are some more ludicrous stories,
    Whom I desired to end with benevolence!
    But couldn't able to, cause of certain causalities,
    Past drooped from the life in dismay,
    Just like scorched sand slips away from the fist,
    But couldn't stop too, so I permit it to go away,
    And agreed to recite these tales like some theorist,
    Blurred past and me, stuck in the present algebra,
    Creating ample tales to recite into the next era..!
    ~manu
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  • lovetangledsoul 52w

    Do you know why the people who're suffering from depression always laugh and make other people happy too!?
    Because they know, once they show their weaker side, the world will only take advantage of that or would just stay away from them! No one in this world wants to live with a depressed person no one even wants to talk with them! It's just a myth that "depression lives matter"
    It's not just with the case of depression but also with sadness! No one ever wants to talk with a sad person! They only chase for happiness and a cheerfuller company! Everyone is a friend in happy times, no one is there in sad moments!
    That's why you'd never be able to know the person who's really depressed!
    ~manu

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    Does depression lives really matter?

    Do you know why the people who're suffering from depression always laugh and make other people happy too!?
    Because they know, once they show their weaker side, the world will only take advantage of that or would just stay away from them! No one in this world wants to live with a depressed person no one even wants to talk with them! It's just a myth that "depression lives matter"
    It's not just with the case of depression but also with sadness! No one ever wants to talk with a sad person! They only chase for happiness and a cheerfuller company! Everyone is a friend in happy times, no one is there in sad moments!
    That's why you'd never be able to know the person who's really depressed!
    ~manu

  • lovetangledsoul 58w

    One can mould, snatch anything from this world, as everything is doable, except our destiny, our fate!
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  • lovetangledsoul 58w

    My dear soul..!
    I'm sorry that instead of applying lotion on those wounds, daily I'm scrabbling them....huh..! How to fool I'm, talking about curing after scratching...

    Oh! My dear soul...!
    I know that curing can be easily done with those fractured bones, but! What about my broken heart..? Afterall heart doesn't have any bone..! So how one can heal heart..!?

    Oh! My dear soul...!
    I accept mine's fault that instead of listening to your's silence I listened to the noise of the world., I really apologize....!

    But still today I realise that one can mould, snatch anything from the universe...I just need to grasp my hands tightly with hope then eventually I'll be able to reach my destination...!

    My dear soul..!
    I may not be the sunrise on the darkest days but atleast I can be a moon in those dark nights...!
    ~manu
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    #travel #love #nature #life #inspiration #friendship #diary #thoughts #poetry #pod #mirakee #writersnetwork @writersnetwork @mirakee

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    My dear soul

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  • lovetangledsoul 58w

    Dictionary of life comprised of many words. Tranquillity is one of them which converts wilderness into solemnness!
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  • lovetangledsoul 58w

    What's your opinion!?
    Comment your views
    #pod @mirakee @writersnetwork

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    Drugs and love

    Wow, rhea was such an amazing girlfriend that she kept on bringing drugs for her partner just cuz it pleases her partner..! I mean wow literally what a girlfriend..!! Pyaar ho toh esa!!!
    Did she really did all this just cuz her partner loves that or just cuz pleasing the boyfriend with this stuff would let her enjoy the luxurious lifestyle with good bank balance!!
    Love isn't about pleasing the partner just for the sake of their or your own happiness. But it's about doing the right thing for your partner and also for yourself which is much important than gratifying them with the wrong things!!!!

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  • lovetangledsoul 58w

    Loving me was your choice,
    Choosing you was mine's decision.!
    Leaving me was also your choice,
    But, still loving you is mine's decision!
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  • lovetangledsoul 58w

    Heartbreak

    You wanna break me!? If yes then please break my bones or my flesh. But don't dare to break my heart.! Curing could be done easily after applying balm on my skin.! Also, it is possible to cure the fractured bones.! But don't break my heart, as the heart doesn't have any bone. Once the Heartbreak has been done, then no power in this world could ever heal me, not even you.!
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  • lovetangledsoul 58w

    Emotions

    Writing becomes difficult when you stop feeling emotions.! And living becomes difficult when you get too much engage in dealing with your emotions.! So, do writers should feel good or not when they find themselves getting tangled with love and emotions.?
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  • lovetangledsoul 59w

    I wish to be a child again....
    When I was been worshipped as a form of the goddess(9 devi) by folk around us. As in our Hindu culture, a girl child is being marked as a symbol of pure basic creative force.
    I wish to move back to those days when we used to roam in our streets in search of those houses where Devi pooja is being done and after that, some refreshments along with gifts we used to get...
    I still remember those gushing days when we had delightful gestures by old folk..
    Those days when ritualistic worshipping ish spiritual emotions is being done with our small feet by applying rose Bengal(mahawar or Alta) and a tilak of sandalwood paste on our forehead .
    I miss those days when on a banana leaf, we use to have a delicious meal with food items that are the favourite of the goddess( according to Hindu philosophy) kheer( a sweet made up of milk and rice) and poori( a type of fried Indian bread)
    And the most awaited one part...when old folk bestow us astonishing gifts like new clothes and accessories, toys, edible items like chocolates and fruits...
    The collection of bucks we used to have...!! Oh, heavenly...! I badly miss those days...!!
    -manu
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