Niyatistic✨

Places, places and places. Every belonging to a different race. Every  with a different look! Every carrying a different story. Standing with grace and, Asking us to explore it's beauty, To make memories, To forget all the problems And sink into their stories . They stand there proudly  reminding us not that everything fades away.  There are some thoughts  which are impossible  to tear apart from everyone.

This world is a big liar. They says you're far gone And will never come back. But why do I feel you Always near me Caressing me with love No matters what I go through. Why can I talk you all nights  And no-one else can? Irrespective of day or night You're always there. It's just the days that I can't watch you and smile. But every night when I come on the terrace I find u smiling straight at me. How could I explain  This feeling to someone That you're always there's That you were never gone. And you're still there. (To my dearest Nanu and dadu! You're still there💕)

Pain doesn't hit you The same everytime. Sometimes it's weak, But sometimes, It's so immense that the wounds become  Too deep to heal, And the words become So loud to forget. And sometimes, It comes with Deep loneliness. Making it even worse, Making life even harder. Taking us high To give up on life. With the want to escape, With the want to end, With the want to  Not live anymore In this cruel World. To run away somewhere. Somewhere expectations end, Where feelings don't  Kill someone deep down. Where everyone deserves Staying happy and, The life nevertheless Feels like a blessing.

Healing isn't an  overnight process. It takes time, Courage, strength, And infinite amount Of self love.🌾 Sometimes you feel  like you've healed. And the that's when  The wound re-opens. Asking more  of your strength, More struggle For the peace. More suffering. Healing isn't that easy. Give yourself  some more time. Caress and embrace yourself even more. Keep yourself first. Love yourself the most.

Swimming into the  Ocean of agony, Starving for peace, Here I am, Left with absolutely nothing Except for depression, The haunting memories, And the scars you gave me! Blaming myself  for choosing you  over everything I own. Hating myself for  loving you unconditionally. Sinking! Craving for death  to take me away. Losing faith in life. Little did I knew You were my destruction Inside the name of love Never would I fall for you!

Faces and faces everywhere... Each belonging to a different race.. Each with a different colour, Each with a different textures, Each  with a different look! Some happy, some sad... Some pleasant, some cocademon... Each face, Carrying an another face Hidden in it... Some good, some bad... Some god-like, some devil... Each hiding a different pain... Understandable just by themselves... Hoping deep down inside that, Somewhere in a parallel universe Would someone exist, Who'd read their mind... And know that they're suffering... Through the immense pain... Loosing themselves finding their way... Trying to escape from own's thoughts.. Craving to be heard... Craving to heal...

This is the thing about my reading squad and the people who always takes us wrong... "What could these reader's friendship be who always have their heads stabbed in books?" People often ask.. so here's the answer... Yes, we always have out heads stabbed in books.. Yes, we always carry our novels with us... Yes, we click pictures of our novels more that ours... But that doesn't mean our friendship is worth nothing... We talk about stuffs we read in novels.. we talk about the feelings we get while reading, we spend hours talking about books n having our food... We talk about our opinions over topics... We probably share the strongest bond over every bond.. The bond of shamelessness, innocence, maturity, feelings, friendship, love and most importantly... We share a world that breathe between pages of books... ♥️ And yes no-one can beat our bond of friendship... If you don't believe then give a try..🤙