My Superheroes

The women whom I love and admire for their strength and grace did not get that way because shit worked out. They got that way because shit went wrong, and they handled it. They handled it in a thousand different ways on a thousand different days, but they handled it. Those women are my superheroes..

Elizabeth Gilbert..

Not just women , but men as well

Freedom or Loneliness

 And when nobody wakes you up in the morning

And when nobody waits for you at night

And when you do whatever you want ...

What do you call It ? Freedom or Loneliness ??

Charles Buhowski!!

That Never at home feeling.

 It is funny when you leave your home and wannabe really far , you always think, I want to go home . But then when you are at home , it is not the same . You can't live with it., you can't live without it . And it seems from then on there always this yearning for some place that doesn't exist.

I felt, I still do . I am never at home anywhere .

Memories

People leave

Years leave too

But something's remain

The way rain sounds against certain windows

The way evening settles over familiar rooftops

The way a memory returns without knocking 

As if it never left at all

When You Change

People say I have changed.

They are right.

You can only attend 

your own funeral

so many times..

Before you start resurrecting for  people

Who never came to mourn-

Only to bring another shovel.

23Nov

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As hard as it is , don't give up who you are 
Or what you always wanted 
To make it work for someone else
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You keep calling it love 
But love should not feel like begging for scraps at a table you helped to build

Love isn's supposed to leave you questioning your worth or wondering if you were ever enough

Real love is supposed to feel safe , a place where both people show up 

Not a place where one person takes and other is left empty  

12sep2025

"One day you will ask me 

which is more important? 

My life or yours? 

I will say mine and 

you will walk away 

Not knowing that 

You are my life."

♥️ Khalil Gibran (1883-1931)

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