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STORIES YOU NEVER HEARD: WEAK HEARTS DONT WATCH

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FOR THE LOST LOVE

Selling my sole, for the sins i have done
were being alive becomes hell 
dying today becomes heaven
 
you told me what is love
but I never felt being loved
all you make me is guilty
gave me a sleepless sole
 
what if all your lies are true
and all your deeds are false
can that bring me happiness
with the time we have lost
 
what if this words are true
all the past behind is lost
what is you come back
fill the emptiness with you
 
all this lines are wrote for you
begging for you to be back
baby all this lines are true
hoping this words reaching for  u

A PHOTO (on facebook)

24 students were lost their lives, just to take photo and to upload it on Facebook or to show their happiness to people, felt bad about it & wrote this, but remember your photo is much bigger than a photo that some likes : 

 

my friends are calling at me 

my parents are dreaming of me

my professor is witnessing it

the lord is ignoring it

 

my hands are stretching at sky

my legs can’t touch the ground

my breath is inhaling water

the existence is for minutes

 

CUSECS of water pushing me down

Sensing a boulder rolling on my leg

Screaming can’t be heard in fear

Water level grew above my head

 

Chillness of water stoping my senses

Boulder just rolled on to my chest

I can’t hear my ribs breaking

Sanity diluted by my ignorance 

 

Sensing my smile slipping away

Remember my mother saying bye

Feeling the hopes of dad on me

Tears rolled out in search of parents

 

I do not know how long it is 

But not long of hope to live

Fish staring at my eyes with joy

But at this time nothing else matters

 

Feet touching the waters for help

Sandals feeling the air touching 

I can see a man staring at it

But my hand cannot come out

 

Just see my friends moving by

Can’t see them long enough

My head struck between the rocks

They are as hopeless as me

 

 

 

 

Night dying for a day to be born

Sensed a rescue boat around me 

Sandals just slipped of my feet

The only hope of finding is gone

 

 

Dad looking at water at a distance

He could find me even in a crowd

But he couldn’t find me now at site

Now I sensed I am just a soul 

 

Water current hitting my feet 

Can’t sense my back bone crash

One question just questions me

What if i don’t like to be in photos

 

What if I stopped at home

What if I don’t like social networks

What if I  lost my trains by whisker

What if, but all of it happened

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

EXISTENCE

No one asks the question

Why my existence existed

When the nations are doomed

When the children are crucified

 

Where is faith stored

Why  stored in the temples

Why in the sacred books

But not in our hopes

 

Why is the poor starving

why are thoughts starving

Things can be seen in dark

Why is it called poverty

 

Most dreams die in seconds

Some dreams die in a month

Very few dreams lost till a year

Happiness became a dream

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

WE HAVE

We have rules, more than the constitution of the world

We have fears, greater than the depth of the ocean

We have vision, doesn’t look more than a month

We have courage, which sinks faster than titanic

 

We have anger, which can be shown at subordinates

We have thoughts, as high as the limit of the sky

We have efforts, which are as smaller as an atom

We have  dreams, which can be conquered by a fool

 

We have excuses, even taking our last breath

We have patience, in par with the pope’s of the christians

We have hope, even when the world is at its end

We have achievements, but which will make none happy

 

if u have all this excuses i think its time for you to fight, because u will be forgotten by you and the world soon

KILLING MY SOUL

KILLING MY SOUL

 

 

 

It is a wonderful crime without a death sentence even when billions of witnesses are present. Strangely no blood can be seen nor any tools are required for this murder, the more you kill it, the more followers you may produce.

I feel their is not much importance to my soul now a days, it is much tormented more than poverty of a poor person. It can be heard like the ring tones of the pretty mobile phones , which we are using now a days. Nor it has a colour of the papers which we carry in our purses, or it doesn’t have any identity like the pictures that keep updating on facebook every single minute. It’s faith is being questioned and it is taking fatal blows every single day but It has a make up kit of a miss universe, so that it could put a beautiful make up covered with a smile just a cheery n the ice cream. Many might even question the existence of it during the happy period and all the people who did not recognise it during the ignorance period, will come to know the presence of it in our body when they stay alone on the death bed, or when the loved one is taking their lost breath in front of for the lost time.

 

 

        This world has pictured the evil as god, I think their is nothing wrong about that, but many few people feel bad while they are doing the things, that other people don’t even feel a pinch of the pain while doing the wrong thing. Initially its a very tough job, but even in the prostitute in the brothel house won’t enjoy her first intercourse. But gradually the wrong things which she does becomes a habit, but the poor women does it for money, sadly we are becoming more worser than her, because we do it for happiness, which is obtained by fooling a unignored. Unfortunately some young people can feel its presence in a younger age and try to change it, but it is more than a tsunami and nothing can stand in front of it. A person who try to evoke a question of your existence of your soul might look like a fool, but once its provoked you will definitely feel the sleep less nights. 

 

It shows the beauty in the nature, but tells you the flaws that many people even don’t have time to think about that. Its hard to determine wether soul is present or not but a man trying to win a battle can sense their souls. But killing it is very easy because we are dead a long time back, because we don’t feel our soul, even when we heard that a girl was brutally raped and her body was burnt after the incident, a small kid who is going to die because her parents are not in a position to afford for the operation for the heart. Try to kill it every day in order to live in this world or try to feed it with great thoughts, because it helps to show the direction to whole world. This words are written by a person who is trying to tap the sole, by peeping through the moon from the window. It can just be felt nor thrown to a trash can like other freely topic.