rim

life it is, still alive, still living, sometimes in the dark, sometimes in the brightness of others, less with a smile and more with a heavy heart, just like it is supposed to be at times...most of the times. it sounds so weak, coming out of a loser, when i feel this. Others are not rewarded with crowns around me, nor are they god's favorite, yet their life seems to be living, still alive, sometimes in the dark, sometimes in the brightness, more with a smile and less with a heavy heart. a heart is within, it's heaviness too. and it takes a lot to reach somebody else's heart, a lot of you, a lot of them. it takes your mind, your mind is profound, it can/can be consume/consumed enormously, then it takes willingness, and unwillingness. Willingness is conscious, it knows, and unwillingness doesn't, if your mind is hungry.

sweetened of what brought moths to my rot sweet moths brought to my rot meet near the petals that drape over the one that's prettier of shade by one that's not gating the moths in fading the hue beautiful i am my own dot

taaron ko dhakte tum pakad lete ho

come by on a weekend getaway it might look broken and yours

sleep to death

i should curtain me more i feel won’t shine a shadow out opaque

leave me unchecked like boxes in it

“your car is in my bluetooth auto-connects”

don’t you love me? god, is it unholy? my glee?

My love?

thats exactly how it feels now, with God. as if he’s leaving me alone to this darkness. as if he doesn’t want to turn back even when i am calling him out.

you’re deep dug into my heart now, and you aren’t stopping to scrape, its hurting more than ever, yet inconstantly, progressively

don’t believe her then