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What Do You Do?

What do you do when something occupies too much of your time, too much of the space in your already overthinking mind?

What do you do when things that happen are absolutely out of your control?

What do you do when there are only negative thoughts, and more destructive thoughts making home in your heart and mind?

Needless to say the first suggestion would be to talk things out, to share your woes and doubts with people who care about you.

You pray and hope, and calm your mind but those little evil people are trapped within you.

Then comes the idea of writing your feelings down, word by word. Writers often tend to this technique to cure the ache.

But you see, when desperation kicks in, you go as far as writing your frame of mind and even burning the sheet down to mere ashes; repeatedly!

What do you do when despite all the efforts, those thoughts and feelings stick with you?

What do you do when your thoughts are absolutely out of control? When those thoughts, pains you like a piercing needle, slowly seeping blood out?

What do you do when you can take no more?

What do you do when nothing helps, and even the thoughts (the fact that it is not happening in reality, it is only a thought and a feeling in my head is significant here) shatter you to the core?

What do you when you can’t face the consequences of those thoughts?

 

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More Yours, Than Mine.

 

I smile a little more these days

As, the smiles on my face

Are a little more yours, than mine.

 

I cry a little more these days.

As, the tears in eyes,

Are a little more yours, than mine.

 

I hate a little more these days,

As, even the hatred in my mind

Is a little more yours, than mine.

 

I get tempered a little more these days,

As, the fuming rage in my voice

Is a little more yours, than mine.

 

I love a little more these days,

As, the love that blossoms in my soul

Is a little more yours, than mine.

 

I laugh a lot these days,

As, the laughter in my heart

Is a little more yours, than mine.

 

I am yours, and you are mine,

And together we colour,

Each other’s beautiful, lives.

A Word is All I Need

I read something yesterday, and I loved it so much that honestly I will not be satisfied unless I share it, post it almost everywhere.

So here it goes-

Touch me with words where your hands can’t reach.

-M. Razon

Reality Check

Mind: what are you doing? Are you of your senses? I think I am working pretty well for you to behave like this.

Heart: why what have I done? I am just talking to him.

M: yes, but you know, what is going to happen.

H: no, I don’t know and neither do you.

M: no dear I think I am smarter than you. I know how this is going to end.

H: stop being pessimistic.

M: I am just being rationalistic. He is going to talk to you for a few days and then just suddenly he will be out of your sight and you will be shattered, once again, disappointed in yourself for trusting someone and depending on someone, emotionally yet again.

H: why, couldn’t it be otherwise?

M: I think you have seen enough to realise that by now. My friend I am not your enemy. This is just a reality check for you. Stop it here. Or else the consequences are not beautiful. He cannot be trusted and you have been broken enough, it could be you last survival hit. Do not trust on your intuitions again, they have never been helpful. Just believe that not everyone is made for that kind of love, or friendship if that is what you are trying to say next. Please, I can’t see you being broken again, the healing is process is long enough and it also terminates a lot of my works. And, all of this just for one person? Why do you want to trust again, open up again, confide in someone else yet again only to be wrecked once again? Why?

H: But why not?

PS: Since love is in the air, a little something of my mind and heart’s confusions I have almost for every other person. Hope it’s worth your time. If nothing else just humour yourself.

Love.

 

My Deceptive face

I used to be kind to people, no matter what but then few circumstances led me to be a bit rash; as and what the situation wants but honestly nothing helped me neither being kind needlessly nor otherwise. My face; well, it deceives me always even if I am kind, it tells the story of my wrathful heart and when I am trying to be the rude judgmental lady it declares the words of the crying heart. It’s like an open book which can be read by any stranger. Literally; people have mocked my wrathful heart and even smiled generously at the teary one but also otherwise.

But what about the undisclosed emotions shut deep down within me; hidden somewhere even from me? I think they are the lies engraved on my face; like the black eyes which do not change their color, like my puckered mouth which smiles unnecessarily, like my ears listening to everyone’s story, like my nostrils breathing in life.

These are lies on my face, deceptive lies, do not believe them.

PS: I don’t know if I am making nay sense!

Daily Prompt: Treasure

via Daily Prompt: Treasure

You are my heart and soul and you still don’t know that

And perhaps you will never know.

You are the smile on my face, the tears in my eyes

You are my unending appetite.

 

You are the smell after the rain

The sunshine in the summers,

The snowfall in the winters.

 

You are the silver, gold and diamonds in my jewellery collection,

You are the memories engraved on my mind.

You are the treasure,

I will cherish my entire life.