Life Goes On,

Such beautiful lines .... Had to share them

Lets sit out and watch the rain pour. I'll look at you and envy the rain drops that fall on your face, so delicate, sparkling like stars. Tracing down your face like my fingers wish to.

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" Adversity is the Mother of all things Beautiful... For its only when the Moon sets, a new dawn arrives. "

(og)

The biggest yet the most painful thing one learns while growing up is that, Nothing Lasts Forever. Time flies, things change , people and places change and so do our relations with them.

Even in any sitcom , you see the cast not only bond on screen but also in real life. Yet , as years go by, they get busy and we hardly see them together. We are left, wondering, if they still matter to each other as much as they used to. What changed? In life, we learn, nothing ever doesn't change. And no matter how much it hurts our heart and makes us weep, we can't control it. The Art of letting go is mastered by few fortunate people. As for people like me ,I still get tears seeing the last season of Girl Meets World, realizing that thunder and lighting was not forever, time and distance came in between, something and everything changed. I get broken-hearted , keep wishing for their caste reunion and Happy Ending. But turns out, that's life.

No matter how much it sucks, each and every life any human lives, it is full of forevers turning to nevers...

Not expecting anything is the easiest way but the hardest thing to do, afterall , we are humans. Life goes on and We cant control all the changes. The only thing we can control is ourselves and our effort to keep relations alive and when times seems right, let go.

-mauli

Fire and Rage,

they're like a cage.

The one time they come,

and haunt you your whole life.

One glimpse,

it stays with you rest of your age.

You some friction,

and whole flames of fire

flash before your eyes,

burning you from inside...

Amazing job Nits... You brought the prompt to life!🌃

Reflection of that Night

Shuffled songs playing in background,

While we looked at the canvas created of glistening tiny dimonds

Hands clasped together

A hint of rose kissed breeze soothing our bodies,

A night under the stars, just like a dream, no lust,

Just nerd talks and staring at the sky and each other

Moon's reflection seemed like artist's paint stroke

On the surface of silent water,

Just like nature's masterpiece on work

Moonlight illuminated everything in sight

One gaze at surrounding

Another glance in your eyes

No noise

No worries of another sunrise

Just a few words and talks left

Before we will be apart

We know what we want

But those pieces are gonna remain left

Like a puzzle with no intention to be resolved

Thanks Mauli ( @maulirajguru ) for these beautiful lines to write upon

"A night under the stars, just like a dream, no lust,

Just nerd talks and staring at the sky and each other"

Sorry lovie for being this late ...

Tagging : @maulirajguru @vaibhavtheunbreakable @valiantbearblaze @poetic--elixir @king-of-knives @kiff-12345 @wallflowerkays @till-we-alignn @thelilsnowflakeinrain @yxungsatan @wigilda @liestookmyvibes @lilhappylilsad @user-vanished @royallylk @burningqueentimemachine @bloodnwine-writer @a-moonlit-poet @theazurepoet @deadwhisper @bleehhhhgirl @bk-poetry (and @everyone interacting afterwards and those mutuals I somehow forgot to tag)

we dream, we dream and we die between the melancholy and ecstasy we call life, do we live for once? or are dreams only to die for?

☆☆☆☆ -mauli

Why do i write ?

Why am i even here?

Maybe in hope.

Maybe in desperation.

Maybe is anticipation.

Maybe because I'm a little tired every now-and-then.

Maybe because i dream of being heard, just a little, for once.

Maybe i wish, that at least someone would hear a tiny piece of my soul here, and in all anonymity, not judge me for once.

Maybe someone would read me, and not get sad, and not feel guilty, and not feel sorry, and not worry ,just be there.

Maybe that's why this scribbling is sacred. Maybe that's why i keep coming back. Maybe the insecurities i never used to have, maybe my suddenly empty social life, maybe the creepy monotony hands me my pen.

To blurt out a little and to breathe a little. Maybe that's why i write.

Maybe to live a little.

Maybe.

-mauli

You say you wanna be pretty,

so the world would love you ,

so the eyes would admire you,

so the lips would discuss you.

But , my dear,

don't ever forget,

love of this world has become cruel.

You'll be a pretty little flower,

just to make them happy,

and all they'll do is

stare, pluck, smell and throw.

So honey,

better be a Venus flytrap,

beautiful in its own,

but nobody ever can

stare,

pluck,

smell,

and throw.

Sure they won't like you,

but trust me, it's better than

being left alone to wilt,

only because they thought

you were the prettiest flower

in the garden...

Why do some people make you sorry? Sorry, for ever speaking or thinking they are worth your time and energy...