Gupt_lekhika

i failed everywhere in life on social media and here too im a loser

tum jiyo yaa tum maro 
          tumhari kisi ko nhi pdhi 
          tum ro ya haso tumhari kisi ko nhi padhi

Every night
          I cry myself to sleep,
          eyes swollen like the sky
          after a storm that never asked
          for anyone’s permission.
          
          But you—
          you only notice the photos.
          
          Not the trembling hands
          that took them,
          not the silence between my messages,
          not the nights where my chest feels
          too heavy to breathe.
          
          You look at me
          like a body,
          not a battlefield.
          
          I cry myself to sleep
          and you scroll through my pictures
          like they are the only truth about me—
          curves, skin,
          the parts of me that are easy to want.
          
          My pain doesn’t fit in the frame,
          so you pretend it doesn’t exist.
          
          You say,
          “Smile for me.”
          
          Because my smile
          makes your tiredness disappear,
          calms your long day,
          soothes your restless mind.
          
          Funny, isn’t it?
          
          How my smile is medicine for you
          but my tears
          are just background noise.
          
          I cry myself to sleep
          while you talk about my body
          like that’s all I am—
          a collection of soft places
          for your eyes to rest on.
          
          As if my heart
          isn’t cracking open
          a little more every night.
          
          And before I leave,
          before the screen goes dark,
          you ask for one last kiss—
          a small ritual
          to make you happy.
          
          So I give it.
          
          Because somewhere inside
          this tired, bruised soul of mine
          I still hope
          someone will notice
          
          that the girl who sends the kiss
          is the same girl
          who spends the whole night
          crying into her pillow
          alone.

Hi

I have needs,
          haan, mujhe bhi needs hain.
          
          I have needs to be loved,
          I have needs to be seen.
          
          Bas koi ho
          jo mujhe samjhe,
          jo mujhe feel kare.
          
          Main perfect nahi hoon,
          par main khali bhi nahi hoon.
          Mere paas bhi dil hai,
          mere paas bhi pyaar hai dene ko.
          
          See me for what I’m not —
          main sirf strong nahi hoon,
          sirf smile nahi hoon,
          sirf body nahi hoon
          
          See me for what I have —
          itna sa pyaar,
          itni si care,
          jo main tumhe de sakta hoon.
          
          I just need someone
          to love me,
          to care for me.
          
          Bas itna hi.

HELLOOOOOOOO ANYBODYYYY THEREEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I have caught a cold and I am not feeling well. I am taking some rest, so I am not able to talk to you.”

Morning 

Everything that happens in our life is connected to this creation.
          Only what the universe decides will happen.
          That power is what believers call God.
          For non-believers, it is simply called energy or force.
          But finally, one truth remains:
          We think things happen because of our thoughts.
          But actually, we think because things are already meant to happen.
          Let me explain with an example.
          There is a great doctor in the world — someone who has knowledge to cure even rare diseases.
          One day, unexpectedly, he travels nearly 2000 kilometers by flight.
          In another village, far away, a mother’s 7-year-old son gets a strange illness.
          No doctor can cure him.
          They don’t even have enough money to go elsewhere.
          When she feels helpless, she has only one option left — to pray.
          She prays sincerely to God to save her child.
          At that same time, the doctor’s flight crashes near a forest close to her village.
          The doctor survives.
          Searching for water, he walks into their small hut and asks for drinking water.
          While talking, he understands the whole situation.
          Then he says, “I am a doctor.”
          With great effort, they take him to the boy.
          And finally, the child is saved.
          So what does this tell us?
          What is destined will happen.
          Our duty is only to try.
          The result is never in our hands.

hello everyone im stopping my stories where they are i wont be continuing them i got love and some friends on wattpad like @Aaddduuu and @ompry434 @ompry434 thankyou for your guidance and motivation i truly appericaite it but i didnt get anything for my stories i wrote out of my heart i wont be continuing in sometime i will take everything down and take a leave from here as a writer thankyou everyone for everything