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.....Pain?...
Yes....pain..
I don't seem to understand what you feel like anymore
Have dined with pain,made pain my companion that it's wrath doesn't break me anymore
Funny how i find pain more accommodating than happiness itself.....

.......But then I met You..
And I got to laugh everyday
Not because I was building a wall round my brokenness
But because pain became distant from me

And now
I laugh so loud because I have reconciled with pain....
I guess in the end
Pain proved itself more worthy and trustworthy than YOUR existence.
Not all angels sustains their righteousness but demons never finds salvation.
Prayed against Death at sunrise
Wishing for it at sunset.
Love is best understood when actions and words are put to use
Failure speaks words that only it's victims understand
Success? It's been placed on a volume by words to be heard all through its way
Rejection is a feeling of the heart created by words to make it stronger or weaker
Words are deep
I am fine- seems like "I am fine"
But does the heart feel fine???
Words are expressions
O what a day!! - what kind of day?
Words are more than grammatical structure or locality
Words is a continuous communication that is a part of man.
,
THE GARDEN
Walking in the garden today
I felt the beauty the garden had
I felt it speak to me
I felt me in the roses and flowers in the garden
I saw a beauty everyone saw, that made them come to it
I saw a gardener trim the garden
I saw lovers enjoying the beauty of the garden
I saw students, enjoying and having their fun time in the garden
I saw a novelist enjoying the quiet atmosphere the garden gave to help her imagination
But then,
Even though it was a garden filled with beauty,
Flowers that covered its nakedness
People all around it to keep it from being lonely,
Saw all kinds of love around it,
The garden never truly felt the love that filled the atmosphere
Because
No one saw the importance of a garden
Only it's BEAUTY.
There is always a other story only known to it's writer
DEMONS
Have heard tales about how demons came to existence.
I was made to believe demons are scary fallen angels who refuse to answer to heavenly bidden.
I was told they are evil and they only feast on those who refused to answer to the divine call.
They called them spirits and only those fortified could see them.

Am a normal girl with no extraordinary powers or charms
Neither did i refuse the divine call,
But yet,
I met a demon today.
In a human skin
Had none of the features I was told he would have
He was a demon I had known all my life
His eyes were filled with lust and hunger
His hands pinned down tightly a pure soul
He devoured every piece of flesh in this pure soul
He left feeling victorious at the new soul he had destroyed for his master.

This demon wasn't a fallen angel
He wasn't a stranger
He was a brother, a friend, a guardian.
Demons are accommodating
I'm sad, depressed, angry, bitter
My faith is crushed by the supposed Messiah
My anger swallowing my sight
My bitterness overshadowing my sense of taste
My unforgiving heart ready to shatter homes
My sadness giving my face a new look
But,
My humanity, a victim of this battered soul
Refuses to live with anger, bitterness and sadness
My heart fighting for happiness and full spirit
My mind refusing to keep record of bad memories
The smile on my loved ones face fighting with my conscience about what would happen if I let anger, un-forgiveness, bitterness and depression have its way
And now, I am at a crossroad
I have to choose which path would bring comfort to this "black soul".

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