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roshnisharma 3d
Trusting myself has been a process. I still battle with self -sabotage or self-doubt , but I am more aware of my own patterns .
When I notice my mind pushing me to a place of doubt , I literally have an internal conversation about what is really happening and work on dissolving the parts of my thinking that believe in having only one truth.
I love myself even when I am in my anxiety and overthinking vogue..
That's when I try to make peace and listen to what is happening in my body and the messages I've been not wanting to pay attention to, and most of the time, I get insights into what I need to do next. And when I don't get any insights , I just keep going - because there's no turning back from what I already know about myself.
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roshnisharma 2w
It took me a very long time to discover myself in a way that I can express myself, my thoughts and visions. Is there anyone reading this? Can I reach you with my words ? Do i make a difference? That remains a question. But i like to try : And this is why along the way I found out what works and what doesn't works for me. I know my low- point, I know my weaknesses and I know better than anyone how I work . As i always say, and it is and remains a cliché. Treating another as you would like to be treated yourself is the key . Unfortunately, I cannot control how someone else thinks , and how they treat me and in what situations that has brought me. A lot has happened so that i have lost hope often enough, confidence has been damaged and i have often stood on the brink of collapse. Yet with time and awareness i have found my way back and i have kept my goal in mind. I want to show who I am, and not how someone else presents me and treats me. I want to share how i think and how things can be improved.
When I was in a worse state , there was always something that was missing. Someone who understood me ,who felt what i felt , who could articulate what was going on inside of me , someone who could guide me through the search and name of all the chaos inside of me. I went through a growth and development that i never envisaged until a few years ago.
@miraquill
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roshnisharma 3w
It's not possible to stay quiet for too long . There are times when you wish to scream it all out.There are times when everything inside you wish to flow down your mind. But do you let that happen? We usually have this habit of complicating things for ourselves and not even understanding where we crossed the line of thinking and stepped into overthinking . Thoughts can be infinite but thinking can be finite.
Let forget the times when people did wrong things and you got hurt .Jump to the time when all of this happened but you never told anyone . You fought your battles alone without even knowing if they were actually yours to begin with. Mostly ,those battles were started by your mind out of frustration for certain situations or people. You took it all on yourself and started putting efforts to fight. That moment demanded you to pick that thought and throw it out.
We unnecessarily allow things to happen to us because we are unable to decide our roles in situations . You don't have to be the hero all the time. You can also shift yourself out of it and relax. You don't have to go around fixing people because you know what being hurt feels . It's good that you know,but life has to teach evryone,let it do so..
A lot of our problems would diffuse into the air if we don't try to control every bit of everything. Time will touch you with phases that will come and go . Nothing stays longer than the time it needs to help you grow. Nothing can help you grow better than understanding your pattern.
Being quiet is useful when it brings peace to you. When being quiet destroys your peace, you should speak up for your ease.And helping people will only work when you know you have helped yourself enough to understand what they might be feeling.
Thinking about it. :)
©roshnisharma
@miraquill
@writersnetworkNothing stays longer than the time it needs to help you grow..
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Falling in love can be one of the most blissful experiences of life only if you are loved back
As unreciprocated love can rip one's heart to the core thus shattering their whole world.
We want to move ahead in life but get stuck in the memories we had with the person or dreams of togetherness that we once weaved for that person . True love never fades it stays even if the other person doesn't love you back.. It's true that "you don't get to choose who you fall in love with,Love chooses you"
We are all hopeless romantics for someone in our lives ...
Now the beauty of one -sided love is that you find your happiness in the well being of your beloved who found their happiness in staying away from you..
~Andhera tera maine le liya
Mera ujla sitaara tere naam kiya~
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roshnisharma 4w
{ I've never met a boy who likes me for me
Guess that I'm stupid for not letting him see
It's always about you and never about me
Told you that I'm insecure but you don't care to think
So let me just take off all my clothes
Even if I'm uncomfortable
'Cause I feel like you won't love me if I don't
And let me just show you who I am
Even if that's not what I planned
'Cause you know that I can't let you go
Or maybe if you knew how I felt
We wouldn't be stuck in this dilemma
They say things will get better
But now it feels like never
And maybe if you knew what you did
You'd realize you tore my world apart
You knew just how you used me
You played me from the start
I've never had the strength to tell you to stop
Or maybe if I did you'd realize I'm not
Just someone you can use, boy how would you know?
'Cause you know that you're selfish, no shame to let it show}
~manipulationIn the back of beyond
Left in this deafening silence
Don't make a sin out of me
Secrets of this unseen violence ,born as if bred for tragedy...
Taken by these shadows and tucked away behind the walls
No-one hears my echoes in these halls
Cries of desperate isolation
Darkness is comfort when the daylight is pain
I bleed inside but no-one ever sees the stain
Giving up on search and rescue
When your existence is you don't exist
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roshnisharma 8w
Sometimes grief and love taste the same ,like hope,the empty dreams and possibilities that just didn't come to fruition....
when plagued by incessant possibilities of what it could have been ,life coasts by unaware . Sometimes I wonder if i had ounces of courage and asked you to stay , would you have? Would my life be different or the same?
Love is perhaps the most unimaginable question and answer of life . I remember the way you taste,the sound of your heartbeats ,the weight of your palm in mine ,your fingers tracing my arms ,the way you laugh , the way you held me ,the way you said my name,the way you made me feel,the way I loved you and the way you loved. I remember Fallin in love head first,with no barriers ,where every part of me was torn open for you to peruse,where the parts where you hurt me only knew to love you . Now, I don't love the same , a part of always holds back, a little afraid and maybe hesitant ,now love is different and loving is different.
Goodbye is now a prelude, interlude and a crescendo .
Sometimes when I think about love , I don't know if it's better to be loved unconditionally or to be loved like it is the last time you will ever be with them. Maybe love is the strangest thing I ever tasted and your name on my lips the bittersweet memory that captured a lifetime. In this universe my love should be buried in a corner,to be forgotten . In spite of it all , we were an unforgettable beautiful interlude called love.....
@miraquill
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roshnisharma 8w
You cannot fix the people you love. You cannot heal them . They have to do that on their own. And if someone isn't showing up for that healing , if they are content with having you hold them together ,then that will only ever ruin you. You were not put into this world to fix people who do not want to be fixed . It is okay to walk away from relationship that requires you to do so .
Walking away to refuel urself , giving your heart a Break , allowing it to be yours and yours only. Allowing for the love you soo compassionately poured into another human being to poured back into yourself - that is something you need to forgive yourself for . I mean ,no one really know why we love the person we do . But then why do we do it? Maybe because we are driven .Maybe a bit insecure .we get into things when we are young and because we think they mean something . And then we find out they don't . I guess what's left is to enjoy the absurdity of our world....✨
© Roshni Sharma
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@miraquillAcknowledging change and growing apart.
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roshnisharma 10w
I don't actively miss you.
I don't actively miss you, but you do pop up in my head once or twice a day, especially when I am alone, having conversations with myself that I used to have with you.
I have substituted your presence with an entire list - people that take me to my happy place better than you ever could - yet there are times I want those people to melt together and become you, so I can sit down with you once more and laugh.
I don't actively miss you, but a random color or shape sometimes takes me back to arguments had on rooftops where we were closer to the sky, which we sometimes pretended was still water that we just liked to stare at.
I remember when you told me, while gazing at the stars, what life meant to you, and in the same breath, told me he was a boy with black hairs and glittery skin.
I don't actively miss you, but I do pay extra attention when your name comes up in a chat. The faux nonchalance with which I inquire after you is transparent enough to show the tiny space you still hold in my heart.
That place which I try to pretend does not exist because I try to convince myself that I don't love you. Not anymore.
And how could I? Loving you would mean I miss you every second of every day, but I don't.
I don't actively miss you.
@miraquill
@writesnetwork
#missyaidiot
P.s.: It was written seven months ago & was preserved safely in my diary , having a look at it again did brought old memories back...Let's stop pretending
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roshnisharma 10w
Clover it's your birthday today
and
I've washed a pink coat I want
to join you so bad
With polka balloons from beside the drain
and filthy socks from the rain
I have brought you a rose from beside the second pothole
from the electric pole
I'd want to show you the Vincent's stars reflecting on them,
you know beside my place there's a lamb slaughterhouse and the air smells sweetly of blood all the time,
last day I felt that the smell
originated from me,
my hands.
Clover even if it's not your birthday today
and
I want to join you so bad
I've decided to buy cakes from the closed bakery
and cheese from the rats that dine there.
Clover
I've named all the stars in the sky clover
And have bought streamers that jingle as colourful and sweetly as you do.
From my terrace I can watch the graves the one with the potted lavenders is yours,
Clover I know you can watch me too.
From the ledge I'll go down
and in a swoosh, reach your town
the neighbors might say the colours from my open skull has drowned the Vincent's stars
trapped in a pothole
even in mangled bones I'll call out,
" Clover, Clover I've named all the stars in the sky clover and now I don't know which one is clover."
Clover,
It's not your birthday today or is it.
And I want to join you so bad.
@miraquill
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And you tried to change, didn't you? Closed your mouth more .. Tried to be softer, prettier, less volatile , less awake ... You can't make homes out of human beings . Someone should have already told you that. And if he wants to leave,then let him leave.. You are terrifying and strange ,& beautiful....Something not everyone knows how to love...
©roshnisharma
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anshikainks 1w
I've fought 99 nights , the 100th would be a revolution.
~ Tonight , my voice smells of a forgotten misanthropic breath , the stars aren't grey and love is again black and white . This very 23:23 recites my name as a promise and the next half an hour , I'd be aching , trailing my fingers through the air , hoping it was you , your skin , a touch.
~ Tonight , I'll again go to bed , like most of the days , I do , but this night it won't be finding refuge in the poetic dawns or clenching your lips in mine . The world will grieve a day that ended but my skin will worship the 24 hours that passed , a day subtracted from a decade I have to spend without you.
~Tonight, I'll again pick up my pen to write ,hoping that I'll create an art for I've grieved much to bring my life to paper . I'll again gather some metaphors , chew my tongue out , suppress my silence and die with the ink. But at the last , it won't even matter , like the faded autumns to a fallen leaf , you'd be long gone to see your name in my handwritten masterpiece.
~Anshika
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Mark twain
His Satire element kept us sane
After halley's comet he took birth
When event got over he took worth
©anirockz7 -
Mark twain
His Satire element kept us sane
After halley's comet he took birth
When event got over he took worth
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Around him
Around his lips
My movement is as free as the falling maple leaves
Under the first Sunset of Sir. Augustine's season
Around him
In his arms
My heart jingles
Splendidly
So lively, that there and there
I have encapsulated him and me
In moment for forever.
Around him
Near to his falling tear
I knew he knew
We are blessed.
••|| I am the poetry, written to his fingertips. He is the poet of my silence, gifted. ||••
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anirockz7 3w
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I had to realize to breathe
When ambitions were bowing a seed
I had to realize to live
When memories were being forgived
I had to realize to act
When my persona built a clever tact
I had to realize to hold
When my principles were being told
I had to realize to love
When the enlightenment was hitting above
I had to realize to hate
When the inevitable life was inking my fate
I had to realize to look
When the travel had my soul book
I had to realize my words
When the tongue went self centered, cursed
I had to realize a gesture
When the realization flooded disaster
- anirockz7I had to Realize
©anirockz7
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adamantquill 3w
Sometimes you feel your feet cemented deep underneath, petrified over the slumping edges of the skies you wish to touch. You tried to make your spirit ironclad, instead your flashing wings turned heavy now incapable of flights, transforming you into one of those lively sculptures seated in corner on dead nights. The day one learns to pick themself from the disfigured steeping stairs and harrowing guilt of mistakes confused as sins is the day one shall truly start moving forward.
A check-in to the failed reality that was once the painted dreamland. A realm of reality that failed to cater to our understanding of mundanity and peace pouring staggering complexities of world against our willingness to savour them.To quench the thirst of bewildering norms they let their mind play hide and seek with the normalcy in their imagination meeting the unexpected expectations and stand as a winner at the finishing line. But how far that goes to soothe the permanent scars remain the question with no necessity to find answers. We have rather more important and different solutions to find.
Climbing a myriad steps, slipping through sweat and tears before stepping on the desired pedestal just for someone waiting there to push you down and you fall down the unfathomable depth in a bloodied pool of same questions asked on self doubts and crisis of efforts poured. Journey is never easy to reach the skyline but takes a few seconds to fall and gravitate to the ground. Some will tell us to keep trying again and again without considering the wounds we are carrying from trying so hard and for so long while some may tell us to let it go, there's much more beautiful thing besides that.
We have so much to feel that the mason jar of befuddled emotions overflow, drowning us in a state of overwhelming thoughts to decide on the right feeling befitting the puzzled voids, turning blind to others and so we end up putting wrong puzzle piece in wrong place ineffectually. We have so much to speak, but are barely adorned in meanings around all those obscured thoughts and emotions and sometimes lips stitched to not let it downpour. They continue to sting until and unless addressed in mere words in existence to express.
~adamantquill
#sometimesFailed reality.
Sometimes you feel like a failed reality tightening the grip around the neck, bruising and choking in paradoxical expectations. Perhaps just let it go if it hurts that much that it kills.
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leena_afsha_ishrot 3w
An offer (Ijab) - necessary condition of a valid contract.
Takabbur - pride
muntazir - to wait
muntasir - to impress
ishqbaaz - flirt
Ghumsuda - missing
khalish - unease
Ranjh - grief
Tabassum - smile
Raaz-e-hayat - secret of life
nawazish - kindness, generosity
Welcome to highlight my mistakes11:05 p.m. 6-5-22
किस चीज़ की तकब्बुर है तुम्हें?
तुम्हारी मौजुदगी ही काफ़ी है मेरे लिए
ऋतुएं बदले और तुम में भी बदलाव आया,
उन सभी के बाद, इश्क़ का काफ़िला आए
कुछ लोग मुन्तजिर थे मेरे;
और कुछ ने मुन्तासीर की:
उनका ईजाब क़बूल करने के लिए।
पर वे सब, इश्क़ की राह में, नाकाम रहे।।
इश्कबाज़ी जब सौदागरी में बदल जाए,
कितने ही लज़ीम होने का एहसास क्यूं ना दिलाये,
गुमशुदा, ख़लिश, रंज साथ चलते है
पर तबस्सुम, राज़-ए-हयात, नवाज़िश नहीं रहती हैं।।
©leena_afsha_ishrot -
prachijha16 6w
East
I am the daughter of Shadow and Excellence named as
East- the direction synonymous with the rising Sun and the Moon- warmth and tranquility,
the direction attributed to Rains and Storms: epithets of hope and abandonment,
the direction from which new life emerges: a place of bright sunshine; a place for fragrant flowers; a place of green fields and forests; a place of cool shade and gentle breeze; a place of peace and home,
the direction of new beginnings, of fresh starts and promises.
I fondly embrace the dreams, desires, fantasies of one and all keeping them above my own
and with time I have seen bits of me fading away leaving the scars of pain and agony that still remains the same and I am expected to remain the same
of course I am the same, I smile the same but I do not look upon everyone in the same old way
so now you can associate me with mystery and supernatural.
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miraquill 3w
--Today, write a poem or prose titled one of the following---
1. Things you said at 3 am
2. Things you said too quietly
3. Things you didn't say at all
4. Things you said under the stars sitting on the grass
Tag with #thingsyousaid and share.
#wodThings you said
What's the best thing someone told you? Comment below!
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Things you said too quietly
felt like a few dew drops in
my ears, splash of the truth
deceived my loyalty amplifying
the sound of fears
©anirockz7
