I will look at the stars, Perhaps even Mars, They are generally so brilliant, On an awesome clear winter night.
Feeling the breeze, Watching the trees, They’re influencing with beauty, In this tranquil little spot.
Time proceeds onward, to an ever increasing extent, It’s getting colder than it was previously, Individuals are wiped out and wheezing, Since this climate is so freezing.
Probably the prettiest season, Winter is at long last here, For a white cover as you sleep, Soul food like hot cocoa and s’mores, Treats, treats, and desserts aplenty.
A captivating season Winter is, With it’s excellence, harmony, and delight, Christmas is practically here, An occasion loaded up with such cheer, Giving and getting endless things, Being with family, getting a charge out of all that it brings.
You had just made your rundown, You awaken and would like to discover your desire, Open up the crate and look inside, You saw your desire and almost cried.
Goodness man, how great Winter can be, From the special seasons to the landscape, My number one thing, in any case, I’m experiencing difficulty choosing, Everything is extraordinary, and it’s just barely showing up.
It’s mesmerizing, the manner in which the sky paints itself. Ever so often, it is a precious stone blue, clear and tranquil, As though spring had come and never left.
Ever so often, it is a raging gold and orange, furious and bold, as though energy itself was set on fire.
Also, ever so often, it is a forlorn dark, serious and dour, as though sobbing for the world it views.
However, I love those skies , that seem as though they’re singing you a cradlesong. Those skies that shine with the range after disturbed tempests.
Those velvet skies , that are tinted with conceals that exist outside our pitiful creative mind. Those ethereal skies that make me think, of cherry blooms and butterflies.
What’s more, when I stop for a second to gaze toward the sky, I am loaded up with amazement. Since these skies, they fill me with trust , reignite those romanticized standards, that we’ve steered into the rocks, in the sands of dreariness and tedium.
I realize that sometime in the not so distant future, at the point when this world is proceeded to wash away, these skies will at present remain, with our desires painted on.
The way we look, The way we see, The way we think, It’s our perspective.
We are nevertheless one soul, Along the equal lines. Neither excessively close nor too far, To even think about making perspective work.
Old and youthful, Author of verse and artist of tune. Meeting not too far off, Crossing in the field of dreams.
Troublemaker and awesome, Whisky and wine. Wellbeing and fears, Talking eyes do show- Love and detest, Uproarious and delicate, Quick and moderate.
To crash as roar, To keep as still as dead of night, With just moon and stars to show their tears, At the point when they all end in sight.
I request less, In any case, to be this drained, This terrified, This dreaded.
It’s inbuilt in us, To see the negative first, Without even thinking about the other side, Well that’s how our perspective works.
Light reflections, Coloured dusk, Throwing captivating sparkle shadows, Night top light.
Light darkling showers now, Presently wanders far out, Slippery move progressing, Quick differentiating, Deserts estimated time, derides tight determining.
Colours overprint creative mind brilliant, As Nature’s method of coming to through knowledge, Draws in inside a vortex turn outliving, Relaxation looks, Taps inert springs, Sees past’s sting Immersed in night-tide swing whirl, Sings please.
No boondocks remain between satisfaction’s tears, Soul’s flight, Furthermore, wonder as sight traverses light – all outperforming. Let life through quietness still more life gestate, Anon fey example weave paints second state.
Like fistful of sand, Like a palm brimming with water, These little lumps of life, Try not to get a kick out of the chance to remain in hold.
Much the same as a little child, Life wouldn’t settle, On its opportunity of development, It covertly sneaks out, Like a common young person.
Perspective, It’s a piece of art, It’s a separate entity, A being in itself.
It is our base to judge, Our base to develop, Our base for growth, It’s our perspective.
Life is unpredictable, but people are. The way they see things, the way they speak, the way they talk, is all on the basis of their perspective. Our perspective to us is like water to a parched traveller, soul to a body, and words to poetry. It is the very basis of our existence. I know you may wonder how, for my perspective, my way of viewing things tells me so. We may be alive, but without us reacting, or even doing anything, our value of existence is nothing. It is our perspective that allows us to think in a certain way, react in a certain way.
There is a perspective everywhere we see, it may be in scenery, going from small to big, or in the eyes and mind of a person. We may be a know it all, but only true perspective gives one the sight to actually see. Just like saying that the glass is half empty, rather than saying that the glass is half full gives us the most basic way a person sees ; seeing to the negative before the positive .
Our perspectives are extremly precious, not only to us but also to others. We may show that others perspective of us may not affect us, but we are humans after all. We all emote in some way or the other; their views hurt us if it’s not all positive. I am not telling you to stop having your own perspective, but just requesting you to broaden it.
People say that life is in the right perspective when they have everything planned out for their future, however that is not true. Life is in perspective when you have things set ,but won’t mind if there are changes, when you have some share of downs, and when you are open to understand and accept others who may not be like you.
Ask yourself, peek into your soul and find out if your life is in perspective. Make it right, for our perspective is the master and we, its slaves.
Love resembles a stream, An endless stream. Love is shared by one another , To answer somebody’s fantasy. It’s an endless story; Love isn’t an untruth.
You can partake in the entirety of its magnificence, For love will never pass on. Love is surrounding you, Like the moon and stars above. Love is a blessing from God, And, God is an endowment of affection.
Love requires some serious energy. It takes persistence , to locate the one, to discover him, to discover for eternity. The heart may get broken, be that as it may, never surrender.
The persistence of a heart is so lovely. Genuine love is estimated by how profound you fall , Also, decided by how low you are happy to crawl, Just to spare it and make it last , It is controlled by the fact that you are so ready , to open up and offer your trust.
It is affable, astounding consistently, and consistently kind. It is rarely preferential, it is visually challenged. Magnificence isn’t seen by eyes. It’s felt by hearts, Perceived by spirits, Within the sight of love.
A squillion stars sparkle in the sky. Taking off angels sing sweet melodies close by. I wake and grin, my fantasies are valid. The star in my arms, my sun, is you.
My love for you resembles the seething ocean, So ground-breaking and profound it will perpetually be. Through tempest, wind, and overwhelming precipitation, It will withstand each agony. Our hearts are so unadulterated and love so sweet. I love you more with each heartbeat!
You make my life so easy by making your life tough. I could give you the world for that, but that wouldn’t be enough. Every day of my life I try to be like you, Because the world would be a better place with someone else like you.
The first time you held me, I knew I was safe. Being in your arms is still my favourite place. Every second of my life I know that I will be loved, Because God sent his most loving angel from above.
Your hands helped hold the stars in place, and encouraged me to reach. Your hands would clap and cheer and praise when I captured them at length. Your hands would also push me, though not down or in harm’s way. Your hands would punctuate the words, just do what I say. Your hands sometimes had to discipline, to help bend this young tree. Your hands would shape and mold me into all you knew I could be.
Your hands are now twisting with age and years of work, Your hand now needs my gentle touch to rub away the hurt. Your hands are more beautiful than anything can be. Your hands are the reason I am me.
When I think about you, mum, I just can’t help but smile; The beauty of your loving heart, The easy grace in your style.
You lovingly instilled in me, Those values that made me strong, And never stopped being there, My best friend since I was young. When I think about you, mum, I just can’t help but smile; You’ve been an angel from the start, Gentle, wise and versatile.
You sometimes worries too much, I guess it’s just the way mums are. If you don’t, well, who will? That’s why you’re my superstar.
Dedicated to all the superstar mothers out there, but specially for my angel, my mother. She is a rock,the glue that holds us together,and anything I say is not enough for all that she has done for us. So the only thing I have to say is“HAPPY MOTHERS DAY MAA!”, I love you for eternity.
I could skip a heartbeat, and I would survive. I could be in a car crash and still be alive. The clouds could fall out of the sky. The oceans could disappear and all turn dry.
These things in life are all bad, I know, but there’s far worse things, just thought you should know.
Life would not be the same without someone like you. You’re there when I need you to help me through. Through the good times and through the bad, Be them happy or be them sad.
Though there is gold up in the mountains, Lovely pearls deep in the sea, Those treasures do not mean as much As your friendship means to me.
While diamonds may be beautiful, And worth a lot of money, They cannot give a warm embrace Or share jokes we think are funny.
I know it’s true some people Will collect much priceless art, Yet I have never seen a picture That showed me a loving heart.
So I don’t need to spend a fortune To have what means the most to me. Knowing that I have had your friendship Will be a treasured memory.
I don’t have to be with you to know you’re there. We don’t have to see each other to know that we care. We could be apart for years upon end and still remain the best of friends.
Life goes on, and people change, And through it all, our friendship shall remain the same. That’s such as life and how things come to be. Just thought you should know how much you mean to me!
True friendship comes when the silence between two people is comfortable. The silence not only speaks for itself but also stays as a third best friend. With no words exchanged at all,it is self satisfying. And when you finally find that someone,you have found your best friend,your life long companion. A best friend is someone who is there for you through thick and thin. It’s someone who listens and understands you. Someone you can call anytime about anything you feel you need to ‘tell’ or ‘vent’. It’s someone who will stand up for you in the times when you need it most, keep your secrets close, and someone you can trust with your life. They will support you in any decision you make even if it’s hard for them. It’s someone who is there for you as much as they can be and does and says whatever they can to up your mood in down times. You can be your COMPLETE and total self around this person without feeling uncomfortable. You can say or do anything, and your relationship never changes. Someone who literally feels sent from heaven to make your life that much easier. Someone who will do almost anything for you as you would do for them, and someone who loves you no matter what kind of stupid things you do. This person will always want the best for you, as you will always want for them. And as much as people change- Your love with a REAL best friend will never fade through all the phases of life and problems that come a long with it.
When I go through hard times, there is only one person who is there for me no matter what and that actually makes me better, that’s my best friend.A best friend is a privilege and one of life’s greatest gifts. True friends are rare and they should be cherished. Throughout life, we get the chance to meet hundreds, maybe thousands of people in person. Nowadays, we can gather a list of 5000 “friends” on social media in no time. Some of them we get to know more personally and develop some pretty good relationships with, yet how many of them are truly our friends?
A lot of people claim that they have friends everywhere, and maybe they’re really that lucky, but most of us can count our real friends on one hand, and that list shortens with time. We might have a lot of people to hang around or party with, but they’re not the ones we rely on. True friends are there through the best and the worst of times. They help us grow and when we do, they are genuinely happy for our successes. They lift us up when we’re feeling down, listen to our nonsense, and give us that figurative slap in the face before we make a terrible mistake. True best friends are like guardian angels — the family you choose — and time and distance will never harm the bond you share. Take a look at our list of amazing best friend quotes, choose the ones you love the most and let your besties know they’re much appreciated!
Now for my lovely friends here’s something for you, you are precious to me and I hope you know that too. This is dedicated to not one ,not two,but a handful of you,I hope you know who you are ,because I love you so much by far.
You are my best friend; you belong in my heart. We go through ups and downs, but still nothing can tear us apart. I know you as a sister, brother ,my family, and I will always care. Love, respect, and trust are the things we share.
I know you as a person; I especially know you as a friend. Our friendship is something that will never end. Right now, this second, this minute, this day, Our friendship is here, is here to stay.
My friendship with you is special and true. When we are together, we stick like glue. When I’m in the darkness that needs some light, When you’re by my side, I know things are all right.
Our friendship is so strong; it breaks down bars. Our friendship is also bright, like the sun and the stars. If we were in a competition for friendships, we would get a gold, Because responsibility and cleverness are the keys we hold.
I met you as a stranger, took you as a friend. I hope our long friendship will never end. Our friendship is like a magnet; it pulls us together, Because no matter where we are, our friendship will last forever!
Every morning I see your face, And for that fleeting second I’m in a different place, A place where we smiled, laughed, and talked, A place where we could hold hands wherever we walked, I’m reminded of this each and every day. Then the sleep clears and it’s all blown away. Realization sets in and I’m all alone. I quickly have to check my phone In case you’ve called or sent me a text. Then it hits harder as what come next Is the empty screen with your smiling face And the emptiness of this forsaken place. How do I mend a broken heart? My entire world has fallen apart. How do I find hope in a brand new day, when the one I love has gone away? My mind overflows with memories of you, of all that we’ve shared, all that we knew. I long for your touch and your warm embrace, the look in your eyes, the smile on your face. My dreams are filled with your soft gentle kiss. I wake and cry for all that I miss.
As most of us know all too well, when you’re reeling from the finale of a romantic relationship that you didn’t want to end, your emotional and bodily reactions are a tangle: You’re still in love and want to reconcile, but you’re also angry and confused; simultaneously, you’re jonesing for a “fix” of the person who has abruptly left your life, and you might go to dramatic, even embarrassing, lengths to get it, even though part of you knows better. What does our brain look like when we’re in the throes of such agonizing heartbreak? This isn’t just an academic question. The answer can help us better understand not only what’s going on inside our lovelorn bodies, but why humans may have evolved to feel such visceral pain in the wake of a break-up. In that light, the neuroscience of heartbreak can offer some practical—and provocative—ideas for how we can recover from love gone wrong.
Broken heart (also known as a heartbreak or heartache) is a metaphor for the intense emotional-and sometimes physical-stress or pain one feels at experiencing great and deep longing. The concept is cross-cultural, often cited with reference to a desired or lost lover. Failed romantic love can be extremely painful; sufferers of a broken heart may succumb to depression, anxiety and, in more extreme cases, post traumatic stress disorder.In many legends and fictional tales, characters die after suffering a devastating loss; however,this is actually a quite recurring case in reality. Not from the sudden feeling of loneliness like in the stories,but depression,PTSD, drug abuse, alcohol addiction, suicide, agressive smoking,etc.
When it comes down to it, the only true cure for a broken heart is… time. And until you get some space from your loss, there’s no denying the pain (that’s why there are a bajillion songs about it!). Luckily, there are some tried-and-true methods for coping with heartbreak. If you notice that grief is getting in the way of your daily life, or you’re experiencing symptoms of depression, don’t be afraid to reach out to a professional. They can be the compassionate ear you need, especially when others just don’t know what to say. Whether you’re going through a rough breakup or grieving a death, remember these core tenets to help your heart recover: honesty about your experience and your emotions, compassion for yourself, social support, and self-care. After a while, you’ll start to feel like yourself again.
And if nothing works,lose yourself in some music that lifts up your spirits.
They wake up every day, mainly to their dismay, the pain it caused will never end, They never had the strength to tell a friend, how do they open up, when their whole life they kept it shut, how do they get the pain to subside, when all they want to do is curl up and hide, You say tell them after the incident, that the whole thing is their fault, They couldn’t even tell their mother about this default, even when they escaped the crime, They knew they would never regain the time. You say to them,“My friends are all good men. He would never do such a thing. It’s your safety that I worry about, And trouble your dress may bring.” They said,“You shouldn’t have to tell us To not get raped—avoid a man’s eyes. You should tell your sons, your brother, your father,your friends, To not rape and act civilized.” There is a blank spot, where educators need to question, where parents need to advocate, where sexual predators must shrink in fear. Teach young women to sharpen their best blade. Teach young women the fierceness of their fists. Moreover teach every human, To respect and reflect.
Rape culture is a term that was first used in the 1970s and is designed to show the ways in which society blames victims of sexual assault and also normalises sexual violence. First thing you need to know about ‘rape culture’ is that it allows us to live in a society where it is acceptable to teach girls how to ‘prevent’ sexual violence and tell them how to “not get raped” instead of telling rapists to just “NOT rape”.
Rape culture is telling women to be careful about what we wear, how we carry ourselves, where we walk, when you walk there, and with whom, where we do it, with whom we do it, and how many partners do we do it with. What we had to drink, how much we drink, was it someone we knew, did we make eye contact, did we say ‘no’ clearly enough and did anyone else hear it. It’s telling girls to think about who’s around when the delivery guy comes, to own a dog, to walk on lit street and hold our house keys in out hand, not to live on the ground floor, to get a roommate, to take up self-defence to always be alert and watch our backs and if we didn’t follow all the rules and we got raped – then it is OUR fault..
There are so many supposed ‘myths’ about rape and what is the main problem,here are few such myths. Myth: If you didn’t fight back, you must not have thought it was that bad. Fact: During a sexual assault, it’s extremely common to freeze. Your brain and body shuts down in shock, making it difficult to move, speak, or think. Myth: People who are raped “ask for it” by the way they dress or act. Fact: Rape is a crime of opportunity. Studies show that rapists choose victims based on their vulnerability, not on how sexy they appear or how flirtatious they are. Myth: It’s not rape if you’ve had intercourse with the person before. Fact: Just because you’ve previously consented to sex with someone doesn’t give them perpetual rights to your body. If your spouse, boyfriend, or lover forces sex against your will, it’s rape.
The world goes on and on about how progressive we our,allowing gay marriages,allowing live in,etc. Yet we live in a world of rape culture and in that world people say things like: “Women accuse celebrities and athletes of rape all the time for money and attention.” “The definition of rape is so loose these days, women can claim anything is rape and get away with it.” “If she was really raped she would have called the police” This is why only about 40% of rapes are ever reported to the police, because victims know that if their claim becomes public, their every behaviour will be scrutinised they will be shamed for their sexual history, and they will be labeled for life.
Sexual violence is shockingly common in our society… For some maniacs ,Rape is a fantasy,it is a kink, however in reality, Rape isn’t just hard sexual intercourse,it is an act that not only destroys one’s confidence,pride,and body but also steals the victim of their soul ,image and respect in this society. In simple words Rape Culture is just another word for our Society.
On a parting note, TEACH RAPISTS TO RESPECT,TEACH VICTIMS TO FORGET. After all,there is no rapist who knows respect,and victims who forget are not victims anymore,but fighters. Do not be afraid to speak up, it is time this society is taught a lesson .
They’ll never get past it, the nights they were raped, it’s part of them now, how they were shaped. They can’t get justice, it’s been too long, but it’s not their fault, the rapist was wrong. One of these days, they hope to heal, one of these days, they’ll get him for real. Now that we know, we know the truth, so finally, they’ll drop the pretense of youth. They’re not the little preys anymore , who were raped on the floor, They promise themselves, they’re not the victims anymore.
The Quarantine is hard,believe it or not,sitting idle at home is not something extremely enjoyable or easy. Now,we’ve all been on social media for the better half of the day,and just imagine how surprised I was ,when I came across a LEGITIMATE news about a Rape Case that happened right now,during the Corona Virus isolation. I mean even when we are under lock down, and there is hardly anyone on the streets ,you expect it to be safer than usual (besides the virus ) ,but then you get news of rape in the isolation wards. So,I guess it is true, WE ARE NOT SAFE ANYWHERE.
Recovering from sexual assault takes time, and the healing process can be painful. But you can regain your sense of control, rebuild your self-worth, and learn to heal.Sexual violence is shockingly common in our society.. And sexual assault isn’t limited to women; many men and boys suffer rape and sexual trauma each year. Now that we are talking about it,Yes, men are raped too,it’s just that not many cases are coming up,some too scared about out image,some blackmailed, and some under pressure. Regardless of age or gender, the impact of sexual violence goes far beyond any physical injuries. The trauma of being raped or sexually assaulted can be shattering, leaving you feeling scared, ashamed, and alone or plagued by nightmares, flashbacks, and other unpleasant memories. The world doesn’t feel like a safe place anymore. You no longer trust others. You don’t even trust yourself. You may question your judgment, your self-worth, and even your sanity. You may blame yourself for what happened or believe that you’re “dirty” or “damaged goods.” Relationships feel dangerous, intimacy impossible. And on top of that, like many rape survivors, you may struggle with PTSD, anxiety, and depression.
It is troubling enough that such a small proportion of reported rapes make it to court, worse still that so few victims come forward in the first place. But most disturbing of all is the reason why so many people keep their suffering to themselves: because they do not think they will be believed. That rape is still a dirty secret, hedged about with so much blame and shame that victims feel they cannot come forward, is testament to how far we still have to go. There are, of course, great legal difficulties in rape trials. Sexual assault is one of the few crimes where proof lies not in the physical facts of the matter, but in the subjective intentions of those involved. One person’s word against another’s, with no corroborating witnesses, is highly problematic for a legal system predicated on the concepts of innocent until proven guilty and proof beyond reasonable doubt.
Rape is not something small, it is not the victims fault, and it definitely isn’t something that we shouldn’t fight against.