A very short lesson in Psychology:
- When a person laughs too much, even on stupid things, that person is sad deep inside
- When a person sleeps a lot, that person is lonely
- When a person talks less and if he talks fast, that person is keeping a secret
- When a person can’t cry, that person is weak
- When a person eats in an abnormal way, that person is in tension
- When a person cries on little things, that person is softhearted
- When someone asks about you although that someone is busy, he/she really loves you
CW Upfront (New York - May 17, 2012) [x]
Poem.
I will be here when you leave,
I will be here when you come back.
I will be here when you cry,
I will be here when you dont.
I still see, I still hear and I still feel,
But I will not let you see, hear or feel my fear.
There is a part of me that wishes I could help,
But all I can do is hold your hand and tell you it’ll be alright.
I know you are hurting,
I know you are angry,
I know you are shocked,
I know you are crying.
I will be here when you need me and when you want me.
I will be here at the end of the day.
I wil be here at the end of each and everyday - whether for the good or the bad.
I will be here.
I know it’s hard.
I know it’s frustrating,
I know it’s easy to blame the world.
But find that ease;
Find that peace,
And find that love that will always be here at the end of every day.
I will be here when you need me and when you want me.
I will be here at the end of the day.
I will be here at the end of each and everyday - whether for the good or the bad.
I will be here.
I will be here when you leave,
I will be here when you come back.
I will be here when you cry,
I will be here when you dont.
- Saira Zara
Life will break you. Nobody can protect you from that, and living alone won’t either, for solitude will also break you with its yearning. You have to love. You have to feel. It is the reason you are here on earth. You are here to risk your heart. You are here to be swallowed up. And when it happens that you are broken, or betrayed, or left, or hurt, or death brushes near, let yourself sit by an apple tree and listen to the apples falling all around you in heaps, wasting their sweetness. Tell yourself you tasted as many as you could.
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