tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-80986380733555575942024-02-18T20:41:50.567-08:00Random Thoughts with Voices in my HeadMy blogs are My 'let me shout it out’ space on the web.charithahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02391005392243600367noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8098638073355557594.post-64281584457369783412013-02-20T10:26:00.002-08:002013-02-20T10:26:30.324-08:00False Treats of emotions...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTuGudWVlHsC3pzyRiI3aYbtBxTQtLqMuH2uYfxRUjiZSCXor8_wcY5j6fKyslyV3Db128j_Ag0dr-rXLJfIA1isVydmRv07w2dlBhx206Hk9AN2B0PKrLHKejENZc3d14ZIMEDHuCMGgt/s1600/304629_10151229311668278_1587527348_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="174" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTuGudWVlHsC3pzyRiI3aYbtBxTQtLqMuH2uYfxRUjiZSCXor8_wcY5j6fKyslyV3Db128j_Ag0dr-rXLJfIA1isVydmRv07w2dlBhx206Hk9AN2B0PKrLHKejENZc3d14ZIMEDHuCMGgt/s200/304629_10151229311668278_1587527348_n.jpg" width="200" /></a>Our feelings penetrate us like a poison of undetectable nature... No-one's properly aware of, when the feelings cross our flesh and cuts across the nets of nerves to spread all the body like a flash of white light. These feelings or emotions of a person onto another person(who actually don't deserve) are developed by one with all his senses right in place and all cognizance necessary... but its true may it be friendship or love or any relation which is hard to name, will always leave a scar...people love penetrating beneath someone's skin coz the loneliness is a nightmare for any individual... keeping all this directionless talk aside... there's none who deserves you as a person who you are... respect yourself, love yourself and develop yourself... evolve into one such person where the normal people believe its hard a task to get into your life...<br />
never care a Fuck about any person who actually don't deserve your care, love and above all your time... Fight and evolve... wrap up all stupid emotions, feelings... Crap etc and, grow up as a better person...<br />
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charithahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02391005392243600367noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8098638073355557594.post-16911209577658813632012-07-17T13:15:00.002-07:002012-09-05T12:14:46.207-07:00Beyond the margins<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Days and days pass by i look bak and i realise i still stand there...<br />
tears are hard to control...<br />
neva was so weak...<br />
Deprived of confidence...<br />
Hating
myself was neva so intense... a girl like me esp. who loves herself...
the feelin of Self-detest is depriving me of my best...<br />
these
strong feelings - hatred accompanied with the feelin of betraying my folks
is surrounding me... i dont know???I was neva so restless and stressed
out...<br />
I jus wish if i could run out from (every) one around...<br />
I
pray to my God... Oh God my strength... Please take me bak to those
days where I was sleepless jus to work hard and not because of stress...<br />
take me bak to those days where i belived and relied only upon myself and not on anyone else...<br />
to those days where i had no one special around me to make me feel they are imp than my Goal...<br />
to
those days where i was a better person worrying about better things and
was transforming and developing myself day by day than falling and
failing...<br />
give me courage to hold myself up and stand-stand and
climb this hard but not impossible path to place myself back on those
missed out paths of my blessed destiny... failure is good if tasted and
learnt out of it-once but would kill one live if its sustaining...<br />
I
don't want to repeat my mistakes and failures... please gimme strength
BEYOND THE MARGINS OF MY EMOTIONAL ABILITIES TO PUSH HIM OUT AND GAIN
MYSELF... dont want to b like rest of the world...<br />
lemme gain myself...<br />
Am the Girl Aspiring to Inspire... </div>
charithahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02391005392243600367noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8098638073355557594.post-90569539842440672552008-10-01T05:04:00.001-07:002008-10-01T05:04:58.739-07:00Best Poem written By an African Kid...When I born, I black<br />When I grow up, I black<br />When I go in Sun, I black<br />When I scared, I black<br />When I sick, I black<br />And when I die, I still black<br /><br />And you white fellow<br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">When you born, you pink</span><br />When you grow up, you white<br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">When you go in sun, you red<br /></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">When you cold, you blue</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);">When you scared, you yellow</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">When you sick, you green</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);">And when you die, you gray</span><br /><br />And you calling me colored?charithahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02391005392243600367noreply@blogger.com1