Troubled Thoughts

Sometimes, I wish I had someone who would listen to me with patience and understand what I am going through, what I am trying to say… But when someone says that, I am listening, share, I just go numb. And sometimes people take this as my excuse to attract attention and that I have nothing to say, that I am some pathetic attention seeker…

I have heard this so many times that NOW, even I doubt myself. But I am a human too, right? So, I can’t have it together all the time. I don’t really blame others, its me who is supposed to be blamed, it is always me…I just wish that all these things that I write about, I can speak out, with actual words.

I know I have wounds and they are stinging. And I know they are not imaginary, they are there but I don’t know how to let them out.

Sometimes, I sit alone and reflect on all those nagging thoughts bringing me down. Like now. A tear or two make their way down my cheeks but I wipe them as quickly as I can before anyone sees them. It has been quite a time since I have cried my eyes out without any fear or concern to be found in that state.

I am gonna be okay, I know that too. I want to be okay, so, I try to get back to normal as soon as I can. I just sometimes wish, I had that someone who would hug me and tell me to let it all out without any fear, who would make me feel like I also matter, no matter how clumsy, naive and dumb I can be, I still matter.

I guess I have to be that someone for myself, for now. 

– aak92

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Good Manners Apply to All

The Quran says:

‘speak good to people.’

It doesn’t say:

‘speak good only to Muslims.’

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‘I Dare You’ Poem

Read it fast and in one breath. I dare you. 😉

Taste it.

Toss it.

Feel it.

Fill it.

Make it.

Eat it.

Mix it.

Kill it.

Smell it.

Do it.

Drag it.

Fix it.

Love it.

Beat it.

Roll it.

Have it.

Throw it.

Pick it.

Tease it.

Rub it.

Lick it.

Sweep it.

Swing it.

Sell it.

Kick it.

Drop it.

Paint it.

View it.

Hate it.

Keep it.

Learn it.

Get it.

Say it.

Play it.

Heart it.

Do it.

I dare you. 😉

– aak92

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What Comes Naturally…

If one can take minutes even hours from their precious little time, to give negative feedback then I don’t think so, it should be much of a bother for them to say something nice, for a change.

But I guess, sometimes it is. Probably because they are so used to giving negative feedback that it just comes naturally to them.

I wish, there are more people who can say something nice, something pleasant. I wish, more people can be polite, by nature.

– aak92

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