You are more to me
a child than a mother.
You are like a baby.
I am the bud and you are my budder.
You are more to me
a child than a mother.
You are like a baby.
I am the bud and you are my budder.
Keep your pride aside.
Relationships don’t work in this way.
Nobody is completely wrong or right.
You should guide
them. What you feel you need to convey.
Sometimes, a thought strikes in my mind
‘What if I have nothing to write?
What would I do when the subject’s void?’
but I suppose, this situation will never occur possibly.
It aches to stay away from you. You are still a thought, but now with an essence. It aches to think that I will not think of you. It aches to wipe off all the possibilities from my mind— the fights, the resolutions, all the hugs and warmth—everything. It aches to believe that you will always remain just a thought.
He is strong
yet soft as wax.
He needs too to let
his emotions relax.
Life is never perfect. This imperfection is a bliss because it keeps our life going. Perfection is the end. Once you have achieved perfection in your life in the complete sense, there is nothing more to strive, to think about, to achieve.
I don’t know you
but I feel like I do.
There is a strange connection
between me and you.
This is a vacuum— this place.
Here, everything is a haze.
It slowly takes
one into the state of daze.
I can’t promise you anything. I can only try. I can try to be as honest as possible. I can try to make you feel happy and that special as I believe you are. I can try to be a member of your family and to make you a member of mine. I can try to ward off the negative in me so that it can’t affect your positive.
My father and brother never appreciate most of the work I do. My brother associates development with economy and father always wishes for the impossible. When it is about studies, he wishes I should score excellent marks in all the subjects. Being an above average student in academics, it’s not practically possible for my distracted mind and weak memory to concentrate equally and give the best results in everything I put my head into. I don’t possess academic but verbal or linguistic and musical or rhythmic intelligence among the ten types of intelligences explained by Howard Gardener.