Someone is silent, speaking so little, murmuring in slow tune, doesn’t mean that they don’t know the mantra . Someone who’s speaking loud; doesn’t mean that he or she knows the best,! Empty vessels sound so much, noises mean nothing
Month: November 2025
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Such days have come in our lives!
Our own people are estranged to us!
Oh, dear , now that home has been alienated to us !
We lost all our people in happiness.
We lost our people in sorrow
Who can see the bruises in my heart
Home is left behind now
Everyone sees my misdeeds!
Everyone sees my vices!
No one asks how my heart is broken into pieces!
All the ties! All the relations!
Breakaway only in some moments !
People here change like seasons!
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Sometimes people are so caught up in their own struggles that they can’t see the kindness around them,”.. “That doesn’t make your kindness worthless — it just means that they were probably too worried about their own days to notice your efforts.”
Empathy isn’t transactional — people in survival mode often can’t look beyond immediate needs, and kindness still matters even when unacknowledged.
Choosin kindness always, spontaneous kindness, even when it goes unseen mostly because the alternative — a world where we all just ‘end the ridee and move on’ — is far more expensive.
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I just feel that after I die.. when I’m gone , a part of me will still live inside hearts of people who fr loved me, cared for me but I doubt in this life who really loved me? I believed if I love I’ll be loved! In hope I kept on loving but at the end left disappointed and tired! Still I don’t know how to not love for I’ve loved all my life so I now continue to love without any hope!! It’s fine if people don’t reciprocate! Nobody owes me! I’m just here! Sufferin in silence! Serve and love in life and afterlife
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It has been long time that I’ve not been here so did someone miss me in this space? Anyways I’ve come here
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