I have written many different poems, stories and blog posts on “Love”, but this one is a very simple, ‘from-the-heart‘ piece in which I wrote about what “love” really means to me. So, I believe I this would do justice for the post on “L for Love” 🙂
Guess : Who Am I? is back and the answer for the previous riddle Guess: Who Am I? #5 is Confusion! Yes, that’s the main theme of the blog and you all did get it right! Am so happy and thankful for your active participation!
So here’s is this week’s riddle with the theme : “Emotions and Feelings” So, the previous riddle was easy, I know and this is going to be the easiest of all! But.. just with a grammar touch! 😉
Insecure ones wish someone would give them an adjective piece of me;
Artists, lovers, friends and partners love to share the plural piece of me.
While for some, my rate is more important than their own heart rate!
Ah this is “Adverbly Adjective (of me)” more than I thought it would ever be!
Oh, I don’t want you to lose “me” anytime,
So, hurry and just Guess : Who I Am.. 😉
P.S: Please leave your answer in the comment box below. Hope this was super easy to crack 🙂 I also hope you liked it!
Sometimes telling the truth could shatter everything you had. Sometimes things go beyond your control, while at times, nothing really happens as you expected. There will be times where you think this is the end. You wouldn’t know who is at fault, you wouldn’t know whom to blame either..
You may think it’s a dead end, but there will always be a tiny scintillating ray of hope that makes you want to push the envelope;
To find your way through the thorns and mud, for sunshine and a brighter day..
The piece below, is very personal to me. I was skimming through my 2014’s journal this morning and I found this! I thought it was okay to share it with you all.. It is a long list – a questionnaire, where I found myself left with no answers for every question that kept hammering my head; something that only time can heal and only time can explain….
Too many beautiful dreams..
Too many endless ambitions..
Having waited all these years;
Can they all be wasted like this?
Is this my fault?
For having lost it all?
Should I have stayed quiet?
Shouldn’t I have told the truth?
Am I just born to be this way?
Or is there ever a twist in the tale?
I hoped there will be sunshine;
I dreamed for a better life..
The more I hoped, the more I lost..
The more I dreamed, the more I cried..
Am I being awakened to face the bitter truth?
Or should I believe that spring isn’t far behind..??