Somewhere someone borrowed your sorrow only to return joy
THE HIDDEN TRUTH…
I laugh a lot.
Sometimes I laugh when something is funny,
But mostly when it is not.
I am known as the happiest one,
The girl who is full of smiles,
But I wish people knew that smiles hide a lot of pain,
even laughter conceals countless tears.
It saddens me to realize how good I have become,
at pretending to be okay…
THE FINAL NOTE
Someone said, ending one’s own life is
a mere act of cowardice
How can I tag a girl who simultaneously puts down her pen and her nerve,
for her family’s revival
Revival from the wild fire lit by her
Started as a flame,it rapidly grew
Her sins were it’s oxygen
Her tears were it’s heat
Cousins, friends and well-wishers were a fire brigade
tiring hard to put it off…
-To their awe it regrew every time
She decided.
If she were the spark then she must put an end
THE END.
Her body – the ash and Her soul – the smoke
This is neither bravery nor sacrifice, but
AN EXPRESSION OF REGRET AND GUILT
HOW FAR…
How far can you test me?
How far can you judge me ?
How far can you avoid me?
How far can you hurt me?
I know , how far you care for me…
how far you love me…
how far you will be for me…
how far you trust me…
But mark my words.
Till my last breathe I will be faithful to you.
– THINA.P
I am what I am…
Dont wanna live for fake appreciation and love
Dont wanna spread fake smiles and joys
Dont wanna blame others for anything and everything
Dont wanna believe anything I am to believe and follow
Dont wanna live to die.
-THINA.P
BIGGEST SACRIFICE …
Man smiles , God blesses
Man cries , God rains
Man fights , God loves
Man forgets , God thanks
Man regrets , God mourns
Man sleeps , God guards
Man revenges , God forgives
Man wishes , God grants
Man plays , God gives victory
Man lie , God punishes
Man consumes , God provides
Man lives by killing God…
This is sacrifice . Mere sacrifice and love….
– THINA.P
ANTONYMS AROUND ME…
The more I give , the more I get
The more I motivate , the more I get demotivated
The more I create laughters , the more I cry
The more I give em’ company , the more I am alone
The more I love , the more I am hated
The more I pray , the more I lose
The more I engage , the more I fail
The more I talk , the more I’m dumb
Finally ,
The more I live , the more I die !
-THINA.P
The Journey Begins
Thanks for joining me!
Good company in a journey makes the way seem shorter. — Izaak Walton
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