I want someone broken as me.. I want someone who can read pain in my dry eyes. Someone who has suffered sleepless nights. Someone who knows how it feels when life suddenly leaves you hopeless on the streets, lonely and lost. Someone who knows pain of losing love. Someone who understands, hurt of deception. Someone […]
I am writing my dreams with..Ink in my notebook,Wine in my hand andStars in the sky.I am writing my dreams with.. Love in my heart,Smile on my face andTears in my eyes.I am writing my dreams with..Stream of my emotions,Cluster of my thoughts andWind of my anxiety,Mountain of my fears.I am writing my dreams with..Ink […]
If you are constantly trying to prove your worth to someone and you still don’t know where you stand in their life and how important your presence is to them.. I’m sorry to say you have already forgotten your value for holding onto something that isn’t yours. Dont put your self respect at stake, they […]
Your parent’s success isn’t your success,You need to work hard and earn everything on your own..Your parent’s mistakes aren’t your mistake.You don’t need to feel guilty for that, learn the good & leave the bad. .Always remember you carry your “karma.” You are responsible for your actions individually. You are responsible for who you are […]
Your destinations were different from the beginning, and you continued to blame the streets. . . रास्तों को कोसकर क्या फायदा, जब मंजिलें शुरू से ही अलग थी।
Things we get from our bad decisions : . . -a hard lesson, -a strangly beautiful and unhappy miserable story to remember, -and “a new you”.
At least be loyal to the person within you. It’s not too much.. #DrNavika
We all are made of “Our choices”We become what ‘we choose’. Our life changes with what ‘we choose’. Every choice or decision ‘we make’, either ‘makes’ our life or it ruins everything we dreamed of.. after all we all are choices.. we all are something someone choose and become what we choose…
Stop being someone’s “emotional” spare key. It only leads to mental exhaustion. I hope you know the difference between ” a helping hand and a Stepney”
I wonder how many people we wish to be like or we think of becoming, before we realize “our” worth, accept ourself, grow and appreciate what we are. And finally want to become “who we are”. Make your own identity. There is only one person like you. That’s you.