For The Sake Of This World.

Each breath, a pain.

Each gulp , a shame.

Yet smile is all they see.

The tears of rage

now turn to ashes,

I still look upto thee

I still look upto thee

Still Look Upto Thee

Artwork: Karl Bryullov, ‘Last Day of Pompeii’

So mortal of me,

So naive of me.

I still look upto thee,

I still look upto thee.

I offer my years,

I offer my tears,

So insignificant,

So incomplete.

I hold my hands out,

Still beg for mercy.

I still look upto Thee

I still look upto Thee.

Reaching Verity

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

The Sun again

Whenever I am deprived of hope,

blinded by the daylight run;

are the times I lost my way,

I throw my head back and look at the sun ,

which fills the glitter in my eyes again.

At times dark ,when I used to brood,

with the moon at the edge of the nightfall ;

and hope too far away to be found.

I think of the dawn that's sure to come , with my sun rising up to spread the light around...

(19.5.2020)

Life is short, live everyday....

That's just what everyone might say.

But life,

It's BIG.

It's LONG.

Oh heck, it's WIDE!

Let no one tell you otherwise.

Your first 20yrs may seem like the assurance of a "happily ever after" if done correctly.

But there is no correct way.

Everyday, may seem like you are not doing anything worth, life is so short.

But it's not.

Take your time.

Do things you love and do something for your loved ones.

Yes, there is a lot of time for most of us,

But remember , there is no time to waste.

Yes life's unpredictable.

And that is another reason for you ,to do you, everyday, step by step.

No, long life isn't assured, but if we make ourselves miserable thinking our life will be better if we do a 1000 things a day, we are still wasting it

No one will live our life.

We will.

Embrace each day you get, cuz many don't get a next day.

Live like you have to live forever.

Speed things up for your excitement, not because your life will be ruined if you don't.

You. Have. Time.

A lot. Or. A little.

You. Have. Control.

Live time. It's not to waste.

-mauli

" Your beautiful magical words mean nothing if you don't have a heart and mind to compliment it."

" If you don't mean whatever you write or speak, you are just a simple hypocrite. "

"You aren't fooling anyone else then, when you lie with those beautiful lines you write, just yourself. "

Me too , me too.

i am an overly emotional unemotional clingy but distant private person who likes to overshare at any moment and i'm still trying to figure out how that works.

Is it your poetic gaze, those damn poetic eyes, or just my poetic heart, the very reason why every part of you each way you exist, is the most beautfiul possession that i can ever call mine....

-mauli ♡

Lovely , just lovely !!

Only one look...

Your smile is precious Your scent is vicious Only one look at you makes me imagine all the fictions

Every time you come around it’s like you are a breeze And when you go away feels like a storm woke up from ease

When you bowl the overs and knock them all down I feel like you are the only one playing on the ground

Just one look at you makes me daydream Only one look that makes you the soul of the team…

I saw you dreaming,

wishing with your

hands held high,

reaching for the stars

as if their light

belonged to you,

and I loved you then.

yes.yes.yes... maybe those who suffer because of their less desirable faces are the ones who build their minds in the most beautiful ways...Adversity is the mother of Beauty

“It’s rare to meet someone with a mind just as beautiful as their face.”

— Unknown (via thoughtkick)