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Bonding does not mean to bond an individual with an imposition of your beliefs

Bonding does not mean to exterminate the real gist of your partner’s character by emotionally forcing your preferences upon them

Bonding does not mean to compel an individual to darkness of imposed concedence

However, bonding allows the two individuals to bond the capacities of their beings with the acceptance of flawed, dissimilar, and disconnected margins of a character

Two individuals bonded with the genuine commitment of celebrating the less flattering sides of their other half with equal pride and respect are partners in true sense

Two individuals bonded with the passion of growing together as an individual and also as a unit are partners in real means

Two individuals bonded with the lifelong promise of honoring the differences and flaunting the similarities of each other are partners for life.

// Jannat Amjad

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Seesaw of brain’s chaos!

Being able to keep the brain’s steering in the right direction in itself is an accomplishment as many individuals struggle to maintain a balance between the two overwhelming margins of mind, where negative spaces are more likely to overpower postive pop ins!

// Jannat Amjad

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Let fate decides what’s best!

We complicate the basic emotion of fondnes with the thoughts of long term association.

We confuse adoration with love and interactions with the signs of future ties

We get entangled with overthinking by looking ahead of times and ruining our present

We ruin moments of bliss with the desires of holding onto the person and moments forever without realising the facts of destiny and plans planned for the being

And with the aims of longevity of affection, we dive into black holes of hollow tranquility by dimming lights of joy

// Jannat Amjad

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It’s all love that triggers people to do good and all that triggers to do bad.

Love: a chaotic bliss. A reason to chaos and bliss!

//Jannat Amjad

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Imaginary fancied abode!

Can we please hide at a place of dream lights with zero boundaries of thinking and making moments of bliss to get dim.

Where your presence feels like a 100 with zero margins of doubt, perplexion and hollowness.

Where our talks are genuine with zero ambiguities of lies and greys.

Where your words reflects your affection and compliments are solely for my soul with zero interference of past references.

Where I, do not for a second think twice to call you mine.

Where you manifest each action that aggravates and strengths my belief in you being mine.

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Cherished moments!

Cheers to the days of blossoming bliss of being understood and recognised. Cheers to all those moments of togetherness where fragrances of affection, care and love was shared. Cheers to every second of feeling sentiments of being mine!


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Toxic bond!

And then they say you did not cater to sentiments of their grief-stricken sorrows when they had no idea that you were the only one who actually noticed them being sad and tried every way to make them feel better. They failed to understand that you were the only one who never made them guilty of whatever they did. You never played victim but always gave them margins by self blaming on every shit. Yet they say, you did not cater to their torment that too caused by one’s they considered their beloved. Isn’t it the most pathetically toxic bond one could ever have?

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Margins of being human!

No one on this planet would understand the cancer of violence you went through, the abyss of pain, immeasurably deep gulf of emotions and hurt you endured while figuring things out for yourself and others around you. There’s no one who would try to comprehend the reasons behind the violent character one possess. There’s no one in this entire universe who would understand the grief of being misunderstood. That’s unfairly fair to others while being fairly unfair to your expectations of them.

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Everyday’s a struggle! A tribute to people facing depression and anxiety.

Every day becomes a struggle
When people see you who you aren’t
When acting up to they their false perceptions becomes a freaking routine
When crowd sees you for your facade
Calls you with your stage name
And each second becomes a struggle
When you’re unable to hear what they say
And why they say that

Everyday becomes a struggle
When people deny your darkness
Puts you in ends of unattainable edges of light
When you know you don’t deserve it
Why they’re letting me do this
Cant they see my shits, the mess I’m embedded with
How they can adore me

Everyday becomes a struggle
When you can’t take love
When you are grateful but can’t be at the receiving end
Rather it makes you go into extremes of emotional pain
Drains your energies into thinking WHY.
Scares the shit out of ya
Oh how you tell them to stop loving the facade
And what if they know and stop what they’re giving
Will then my soul be satisfied
Or it gets into uncountable pieces.

Everyday becomes a struggle When you smile and flashbacks of your mess hits you
Reminds you of your sad reality
The reality you designed yourself
When you laugh and some invisible force kills you from inside like silent shit soaking the shit of ya

Everyday becomes a struggle
When an abundance of unexplainable thoughts cross your mind
Leaves you clueless
Leaves you numb
Leaves you annoyed of yourself
Makes you kill your freaking self
And end every shit keep annoying your peace

Everyday becomes a struggle
When people give up on you
And you have to let them go even if you dont want to
Because you can’t deny your darkness And you’re helpless

Everyday becomes a struggle
When questions of, why you think like this? crosses you
When questions of, why you doing this? crosses you
When questions of, why you doing this with us? crosses you
When questions of, why you’re self loathing? crosses you
And when each question dives you right into dark reality of mess
Makes you question yourself
Your freaking self
And puts you into troubles of clueless mess where you can’t answer to the world and cry
Cry the shit of ya until the soul tires and body asks for sleep
Till next day to show up an act of dark struggle invisible to the world.

// Jannat