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Immortal love saga

Immortal love saga                 By: suman Dedicated  to my beloved dear A. Life is not that simple, Hear this from my heart. love will concur all, As we stand here at the start. skies are without limits. And the tree tops we sour too. Perched upon a branch, Our love is forever true. One day you will come to know, that no matter how far you may go. the joys and sorrows that we share, are just like the touch of your hair. which is full of tender care. Let those who love you and help you. Trust enough to be able to take. Look with hope to the horizon of today, for today is all we truly have. You are my dream come true I wished upon a star for you But what am I to know? If you really love me so. How can you deny me, Something that is so true? Our friendship is worth the world to me, But my dream is to be close to you. Still I am mesmerized with memories, I don't know  what to do . I am no more alive now. But my precious love always be with you.

Fundamentals of teenology

Adolescence and emotion. Why there is more emotional intensity to manage during adolescence. Adolescence can be a highly emotionally charged time of life. The loss of childhood is so painful, the developmental challenges are so daunting, the vulnerability from insecurity is so great, the demands of growth are so many, the conflicts over independence are so frustrating, and the experience of growing older is so exciting. During this more intense period of growth, it is helpful for parents (through example and instruction) to help their adolescent learn to manage emotions in ways that work well and not badly for all concerned, always remembering that now is later. The adolescent is just an adult in training, and the tools for emotional management learned with parents will be carried forward into significant relationships later on. "I learned to shut up about my feelings living with my parents, and now in marriage my wife complains I refuse to open up with her." It's ea

Forgotten words of a cynic

Forgotten words of a cynic                              By: suman All my reveries are vanished. They are blindly took off in the wind. As just like the destination on a curving path , is not finished. No one is praising. No one is kissing. Everyone is pretend to be sighing. Again tired and worn out from a another useless day. Every drop of tears slipped on my cheeks. I was treated as like a useless freak. Every possible judgement was done. Now it's being clueless to anyone. Having no longer wish to live. In this world of broken promises. Where loved ones lives in lies, and slowly fadeway and diminish. I  just want to be dead. No, not a penny time to be misguided. And hope, there is some short heaven over the rainbows, lie down in Meadows. There is nothing left in this place. All my dream are harshly snatched and awfully distressed. I am useless without them to sleep with me . I am leaving tonight. When the all stars are being more lightier then bright . So,

Ever you really admired ?

Ever you really Admired?                            : Suman                             Ever you really Admired how is it like to be as a unfamiliar? Like a fish out of water Like a teardrop in a loud laughter Impatiently sought out your deep anger Like love in a heart of a hater! Is it quite practically Improper ? Ever you really Admired how is it like to feel miserable? Like a drop in the insane ocean Like a needle in a large haystack Lost in frazile dilemma ... that you don't know white from black! Like walking straight to a destination When you know there is no way to go back! Ever you really Admired how is it like to feel so confused? That you don't know , when you're treated nicely And when you are abused and molested ! Have you ever felt so much low? In comparison to think out of bow . And you don't know what to do or where to go? When you see all the doors around you are locked and closed! Nobody is there to listen that , you are blubberin

Memories

मेरे नाखुदा मेरे राह पर, मेरे रहनुमा मेरे हमसफ़र, लग जा सहे तू अज़ीज़ तक, तू कंहा गया मुझे छोड़ कर। मेरे शीशेही दिल को तोड कर, तू कंहा गया मुझे छोड़ कर, My Lord, My eternal companion on the road. You were so dear to my heart, Why did you leave me ? Why did you break my heart made of glass ? Where did you go ?

An open letter to you.

You know this letter is for you and I want to tell you one thing – you aren’t alone! I have been there myself. I loved people who did not love me back. I sent double texts and didn’t receive any. I gave people second chances even when they didn’t deserve one. I let people walk all over me and still allowed them to come back into my life. I have been in your shoes! I have loved boys who didn’t deserve my love. I thought that if I loved them enough, they would eventually love me back. Boys who made me think something was wrong with me. Boys who made me change myself to their liking. But darling, please don’t do this to yourself. You will find someone who will love you for you. And that person will not only love you, he will respect you and your decisions. Wait for him! I had also diligently stalked  that girl ’s Instagram and then cried myself to sleep. For various reasons – I wasn’t pretty enough, my face wasn’t symmetrical enough, my hair wasn’t long enough, I wasn’t rich enough.

Complex relationship between readers and writers

People started to write as soon as they developed their written languages, because they wanted to express their thoughts and share them with others. Today, in order to write well, the writer needs to read a lot. Every writer needs to know the certain kind of audience for his craft. What some people can find interesting may not be for others, because people have different levels of thinking and different interests. Some writers write for general patronage, others for children to appreciate, and there are some writers who write for certain subjects that require deep knowledge, like scientific research, political science, and more complex essays. Writing is a process of putting all thoughts together, whether it is a researched study or just plain comments about certain topics. A writer must be effective in delivering his thoughts, and his audience must appreciate or show a reaction toward his work, if they do that which he is expecting them to do. The writer is the one who communicates h