Is It Possible For An Idea To Be Beyond Your Skill Level?

there is poetry everywhere if you look close enough:

• at the bottom of my coffee cup, where the last sip is too bitter to drink.

• in the loose petals floating in the flower vase, beautiful but long gone.

• in the commotion of the traffic at midnight, this city never sleeps.

• within the eyes of strangers, either brimming with love, longing, or loss.

• inside the walls of this home, which has seen decades of families come in and out of the door.

• behind the mantlepiece, where dust has settled from fighting the winter frost.

• and in your name, which has found a motherland at the tip of my tongue.

Men So Ghastly

Our brothers that supported and cheered for us When did they turn into mysogynists who leered at us When do sons turn into the very monster mothers warn their daughters about When do the boys we played with start believing in the words some idiots spout How can he be a doting father a moment and a bloody molester in the next Since when was stalking romantic, was consent only to be found in an old text I ask a question, so many whispered to their soul so quietly How did the boys so lovely, grow into men so ghastly? Was it the society that poisoned young minds to force us apart Did it shape those malleable minds into an axe that cleaves our heart Was it the wrong parenting, that somehow instilled these ideas of superiority Gave their children the ridiculous notions of being the ultimate authority But then how did siblings grow up to have ideologies so different The fault never truly laid solely at the feet of their parent If they were born that way then how do brothers differ so. If it's the peer pressure then where did the conscience go? Should the question be flipped to look at what some did right? Instead of only looking for the faults of the ones that went off the light These men that respect everyone, where were they brought up? These that talk instead of hitting when a disagreement does flare up I hope for a world where they aren't like a needle in a haystack A world where women don't always have a set of eyes on their back A world where the girls can play into the night with the boys Where a girl doesn't lose her innocence at an age to play with toys

-Sharma

Wanting a man to provide for you doesn’t mean you’re incapable. Of course you’re capable. But it’s nice to have someone help you and take of you. That doesn’t mean you can’t do those things yourself. That just means someone loves you enough to make your life that bit easier <3

Could you do a life of neurosurgeon for the jobs?

Neurosurgeon ✨

में लेखिका और कवित्री के बीच की सीमा पर रहती हु, ना तो में लेखक हूं नाही कवित्री... बस शब्दो का संगम हु, मेरे भीतर कविताओं और कहानियों का मेला लगता है। कभी में वर्णन करते हुए शब्दो के अर्थ के वन में खो जाती हु, तो कभी किसी के लिखे हुए शब्दो में खुद से मिल लेती हु।

You cannot make everyone think and feel as deeply as you do. This is your tragedy … because you understand them, and they do not understand you.

Daniel Saint

- the perks of being a wallflower

- 13 reasons why

Love yourself

my october so far, as an 🍍

Most people crave for perfect hair, perfect face, perfect body or millions of dollars.

But I crave for your arms around me, your head on my chest, whispering, "I love you" into my ear as we lay there at 1 am.

This thought saddens me because I have a constant ache in my heart that craves for your love, but you don't even know I exist.