Death bed

Life is soo short.
When you are on your deathbed, you realize that you have lost every moment you wished you had done this, instead of that.
There we lie, unconsciously watching people looking upon us, lying dead, unable to move even the tip of our finger. Everything froze, slowly taking away a piece of us from the world we created until then.
People around us, shedding tears for us, but are they crying for losing us, or for the monotony of shelter we offered them? The name, or relation we build eventually until i am on my deathbed.
See, it’s all temporary. Dont lie there dead thinking these, instead, take a glimpse of how brave you were, how much you accomplished and how much you were loved.
Dont die before you are on that deathbed.
Be alive, feel alive.
Let’s live and let others live.

#randomthoughts
#lifequotes #lifeisnevereasy #deathbedthoughhts

My safe heaven

Safe heaven,
That is what you are for me.
At the same time,
My excitement factor.
You enthrall me.
In every touch and caress.
Like you melt me in every way.
Even in the way you look at me…
I love the warmth you shed upon me.
Engulfing my emotions and setting them to sail along with yours.
We dance making love…
Like swirling along with the harmony of the wind.
And our bodies, functioning each other. Igniting the passion that’s arousing.
On my lips.
Pouring from my eyes.
Which you savour from my lips.
We dance along..like magnets.
In a Never ending rhythm…
Until we fell asleep.
In each other’s arms.
Only to wake up in each other’s arms..forever.
..

TheChaoticPoetess
#thechaoticpoetess #poemsonlove #love #loveisintheair

What is freedom??

Freedom?
What is freedom?
And freedom from what.
We do not want freedom from anything, but our inner self.. something that holds us to be something else. We all want the freedom to express ourselves, to be accepted, to be heard, to be loved and not loved, and much more beyond our thoughts. Whenever it comes to freedom celebrations, i am reluctant because i still feel I am not liberated nor gained my freedom. I hide things because i am afraid of not being accepted..we hide our real identity to save ourselves from judgemental talks,  blames and shame we might bring to the other. Is this the real freedom we celebrate? No…there is no celebration until we can show the world what we are in real..and be accepted.
It’s strange, but the truth is that we all are never accepted as who we are…we all become a replica of what others want and not what others can’t because we all get outcasted for being real.
Be fake you are Accepted everywhere.
Be nice you are accepted.
Be good you are always welcome.
Be what they want to be, you will never be typecasted.
Strange.!!
But truth.
It’s is time to bring the change.
And change begins in you.
Think smaller…you will be able to make the change from there.
..
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TheChaoticPoetess
#sreepriyawrites
#freedom #thoughtsonfreedom #freedomisonstake #befree #thinkwell #instaquotes #freedom #nofreedom #startsmall

What you define..is not what she is…

She is a woman.
Designed to be the symbol of sacrifice, elegance, and blah blah blah.
She wishes to cut her hair..or grow her hair…because it is not what defines her.
She wishes to marry or not marry…because that is not what defines her.
She never following your rules ..so she is a spoiled brat… especially the one never to be followed.
But yea, you come to her when you are troubled.
She is angry and doesn’t want to cook..but yea she has a load of expectations hanging right on her back…
It weighs too much.
She is angry or sad..she wants to quit everything she does and walk away.
Oh..my then i become selfish…
She enjoys silence….then you say..she is hiding something.
She enjoys poetry..or romance… Then you define….she is truly a bitch…she needs sex all the time or she is craving.
Without even realizing she is a human being.
She is bound to wake up and feed all at home..even before she tells a bit..else she is entitled as selfish.
So..when do you think she gets her break.
Is it when she is old enough to be on the death bed.
Her struggles go unseen.
Because she is weaker.
She has no voice.
But stay sane.
As if everything is what she loves…
The moment she is out of your control.
You treat her like a wild dog. Needs to be tamed.
But you forget.
She is a tigress.
Who can be the best when untamed
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….

TheChaoticPoetess
#thechaoticpoétess #thewomanyouare #she #herstory #sreepriyawrites

Nothing to Undo..Nothing to Redo

I randomly search the Pinterest page..to atumble on something that kicks open my writing…that’s how i deal with any writer’s block.. but yes..the writer’s block solution works only in this case wherein i am free to scribble anything i want irrespective of my word games, my spelling that goes wrong all the time and my words catching with the speed of my brain…
Forget that.
What i was saying is nothing to be undone and nothing to be redone..in life.
It’s because we become what we eventually do and not something that we want to undo.
What we already have done has become legendary that’s y we still wanna redo it….but again..there are no chances as such.
But again, if you ever get a chance do it.
Life gives you all ups and downs and it makes you who you, the very you, who are reading this.
So be proud of what you are..and yes do things, you would wanna redo and undo at times..that’s life.
Munch on your fav snack.
Love someone so deeply that you are hurt.
Love simply without any demands…
Get hurt.
Fall.
Stumble.
Have a life.
Give a life.
Take pain.
Forget pain.
Soak in rain.
Travel.
Drop your plans.
Work out your plans.
Lose weight.
Gain weight.
Lose yourself.
Find yourself.

Yes, in the end, it’s all about finding yourself amidst all this….even if it means, you lose yourself over a couple of times..who is keeping a count on it…just go for it.

TheChaoticPoetess
#thechaoticpoetess #beingme #sreepriyawrites #loseyourself #gainyou #gyanfromanimmature
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