Under The Stars

Some people get too agitated and irritated when there loved ones try to correct them or teach them something. People who care for them try to give them their time and help them ,huh, what can someone do when a person doesn't know they need help.

These people repeatedly get their blood boiling and think they know everything. And at last , people who care about them, stop caring. They stop . And that is when you know that you aren't even worth someone's time and word and patience.

You lose some precious people while they lose nothing .

Absolutely true and so beautiful to realise.... Kindness is a legacy more than a try-hard trait...

You know what I love about good people? Somewhere some stranger in this world remembers them solely because of a simple kind act they did. What a beautiful legacy to leave in someone’s head. That they deserve kindness because once, a complete stranger was kind to them.

Thanks @intoxicatednits for the tag!

Mine is INFP- the idealist's booklist.

So lovies many of you are into books (these are classics) and here is list according to MBTI.

And I'm in love with these

OH GOSH!!! Looking forward to know about yours buddies!!!

I try to open my lips, utter a word,

like a million times.

Then I tell myself, "who cares?"

like a million times.

And i try to whine ,infront of myself

like a million times.

Again, i shut up and keep going

like a million times...

-mauli

The Clock

The clock ticks,

ticks to leave us all behind.

Behind in past

where we thought of future,

but where are we now?

Oh! I wonder...

Somewhere in between

'should' and 'would' we live,

live, but don't give

enough to the clock that ticks

today, to give us life.

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

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…

The Sun

Days are brutal,

Nights are cold.

I'm about to rest my,

hope ashore .

But one day,

it hit my mind ,

that the Sun never failed to show.

It gave me strength .

I feel the heat again .

Now, I am ready, to bear the pain,

bigger than what, I ever bore .

( 19.5.2020)

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

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

(og)