I’ve always believed that there’s always something extremely special about the ‘firsts’ of life ... the unmatchable, the indelibly memorable and the everlasting. This was my one of my firsts and so is quite close to my heart and somehow also happens to be one of my personal favorites. We all have our muses who are a quintessential element to our thoughts and feelings and who reflect, both concealed and revealed, in our voice and words. I ‘owe’ this completely to mine. With lots of love and loads of wishes ... !! (just a simple and a humble thought for today)
Art by the incredible @ottokim
*What a guy asked his female friend before she gets into a relationship*
Promise me you won't change.
Promise me our friendship won't change.
Promise me after you get in a relationship,
these chats won't change.
Promise me the guy in your life won't mind our talks,
your looks &
your previous hooks.
Promise me that whatever the dish life will serve for you I will always have a half part of it.
Promise me whatever will be the situation I will be the first one to be informed by you & not your boyfriend.
Promise me the way we look at things won't ever change.
Promise me that all these promises won't ever be a formality or just a promise to you.
wait a minute dear.
I just recalled that promises are meant to be broken.
You did the same too.
You broke each and every promise we took.
You tore every promise just like a piece of paper and dumped it just like a used tissue.
And all those promises you did
became a mere lie now.
A painful one.
I hate promises.
Swnd in your works psitians
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Well, it was only a matter of time before I gave in to myself & started a page just for my writing 🖋
Your support, your honesty & your love is greatly appreciated.
I am not wanting fame, I do not think I am some brilliant writer.
But I am a broken soul, that feels alot, like any other person who writes out there, I feel, & I feel hard & through much heartache, frustration & annoyance, I have found writing to be of much help, no matter how sad the piece or how happy, each one make's me feel just that little bit better every time & as my friends, I would expect you to support that.
Thank you for being here, thank you for reading
I hope you find solace in that you are not alone just like I have ❤️🖋✨
My green is growth . Its not just a colour. It's the colour of love. Unlike Red , a love of fire and passion , Green is the peaceful love . The one that grows and blossoms , alive and awake . The one that is prosperous and soothing onto your turmoil. A love that creates something new . A love that cares , nurtures and protects . 💚
Green - A prerequisite for me to function well. To function in happiness . That's what mountains do to you. That's what travelling does to you. 🌱🍀
Oh Green ! You and just you are the colour of love . A love that grows in years and blooms in a home. 🏠🍀🌸 -Ambika .
"I would like to be lying next to you, with one leg between yours, your possessive arm that welcomes my body, while I touch and draw maps on your skin, and my voice like the warm wind of the south, will whisper you the coordinates to reach me. Let yourself be guided by the light you see shining in my eyes, to cross the high hills and the deep valleys. I look cold and distant, like the lands of the north but under the blanket of snow and fog that hides from your sight, the fire of passions can be glimpsed, which desires to burn only in your arms.
It is a fire that does not die out, it crackles proud of being able to blaze freely, among these warm furs, while outside the strong wind takes away this long day."
At home for bad migraine, I spend my time sleeping, but I noticed an intense activity in my fantasy...😴🙂 So inspired I wrote this piece. I hope you like it.
Picture credit: from Games of Thrones
It Is Mine Alone
For day 16 (Identity) of the
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Far too often we place the burden of who we are on others. We rely on their interpretation of us to determine if we are worthy of their care and affection. When we are privy to their absolute care, we thrive; and when their attention shifts we all but crumble without any idea of how to function without their adoration. It’s a tough cycle to break free of, but for your sanity it’s necessary. The only way to do so is to stand firm in who you are despite whose looking, appraising, affirming or validating. The only way to do so is through self love- one of the most abstract concepts to master it often seems. But When you foster it, you will see those around you in a different light. They will become accessories to your happiness, no it’s key ingredients. You will know your worth beyond that which could ever be placed on you by another and you will not falter when they are unable or unwilling to offer you their care. ▫️