Being Melancholic is a feeling that each person experience at any rate once in their lives. Since life has its stages there are times when it will make you tragic or even discouraged. There are times in life when one feels down and encounters stuff that makes them hopeless. Much the same as bliss however pity doesn’t keep going forever on the grounds that in the long run the satisfaction will return as life shifts stages. Much the same as it isn’t day or night perpetually or Winter or summer always there is no bliss of bitterness that keeps going forever. Everything takes a break. One feels pitiful in the event that they lose something or somebody valuable to them, or if things don’t go how they imagined them or they come up short at something or something different.
Sadness differs from individual to individual; a touchy individual will probably get tragic in light of the fact that their emotions are effectively harmed however it doesn’t imply that the individuals who are not as delicate won’t ever get pitiful. It is a feeling that can totally change what you look like at your general surroundings. Sadness can make you so negative that you can just spotlight on every one of the negatives around you. A few people don’t need others to try and realize that they are experiencing a harsh stage throughout everyday life and these individuals tend to hold every one of their feelings inside which escalates the sentiment since it is eating that individual from within. But at least I can write to feel better.
Mystically Mysterious Love By FHZ
And then certainly at night she realizes, she has nobody to talk , nobody who could listen what she wants just the tears roll down her cheeks as darkness prevails around..
Argues herself !
Nobody taught u to fall in love..
It was a fairy tale like
No, it was beyond my control.. She answers
She desires just a little to communicate, just because don’t want to lose..
She knows love has made her selfless & she is helpless because when she talks to herself..
The inner soul just says to her either leave yourself or try to end up selfless.
She is afraid of the fact of staying alone without him..
Because she cant imagine to live that way..
Depth of emotion tells unless it is not painful you can’t call it love..
She replies, Love is for once, it has been done, wont happen ever again..
Throw hands up in the air and says LOVE YOU, it’s irresistible.
It is mysterious
It is really love .. She answers As, it has made you; , a crazy soul to write about sensitivity of a feeling..
Love is mysteriously mystic!
She answers, Yes I am in
Mystically Mysterious Love !
|Copyrights © Fatima Hasan Zaidi
We all are liars. Generally to make people believe us we use the term that we all are equal. Equal for the man kind or as sent by the God all equal. It is just another way of satisfaction, but the reality is always different and believe me.
Life is not a fairly-tale it is a reality and reality is always sad! – Fatima Hasan Zaidi
Finally surprised I m at myself because knowing a lot of things I always kept myself in an illusion. well I still do. Just because all the times I do not want to face the anxiety attacks.
So I prefer not to bother about what is the next outcome of the stupidity I m going to do right at any moment. As I want to fully enjoy the life I have. Indulging my self in illusions keep me away from negative thinking though.
Same it is we often hear that love is blind. So, is equality but the only difference is that, people who fall in love; fall for each other despite knowing the specifications about the other. It is something so pure that has no answer to the question that
Why did you fall in love?
Loving someone does not get you into the details of caste, creed, color, face, height, weight, religion, sect etc. It happens out of nowhere. That is why, it is said that love follows no religion. Animals we love follows no religion too. Love is all about selflessness. This is what love is to me…
Keep your eyes here, soon I shall post in verses that what is love but love demands equality. I know writing here I am not specific about the heading I stated above But I write to escape the anxiety attacks I go through.
Sometimes the time is so crucial that I want to be alone but at the same time I longs for him, so much that I wander around to search his presence. Though I am so much in love that I loved him, looked at him, senses him and smelled him for about 21 years or so that even today when the excess of missing him continues I easily sense his invisible being around me the caress on the head. I know I am well surrounded by him still I longs to see his presence, listen to his voice and talk to him while saying, look at me only when I am talking. I miss him so much that I never thought that I will go through some the life decisions without talking to you; though I speak to you I wait for you to speak in my ears. I love you