Pessimistic Thoughts

In love's embrace, two hearts entwine,
A tale of devotion, so divine.
Yet, hurdles rise, as shadows fall,
In the name of love, they give their all.

She, with courage, makes a choice so grand,
To leave her home, her family's hand.
For in her heart, the love does burn,
A willingness to leave, to yearn.

He, with a calm and hopeful plea,
Says, "Let's try together, you and me,
To seek her father's kind consent,
Before a step so permanent."

In traditions' grace, they both confide,
Seeking guidance, side by side.
A parent's consent, a sacred creed,
Yet love persists, a fervent need.

They talk of futures, yet unknown,
With family ties, and love their own.
In faith they seek, a path to find,
To reconcile heart, soul, and mind.

With patience, love, and strength anew,
They'll find their way, both tried and true.
For love knows not the bounds of fate,
In its embrace, they'll navigate.

In this complex dance of love and trust,
They'll find a way, in life they'll adjust.
For in their hearts, a love does gleam,
A bond unbroken, a shared dream.

Fozan

In the gentle morning sunlight, I couldn't sleep, knowing that one day, we might have to go our separate ways. Our chat last night about dreams and stuff left me feeling a bit down. I found myself tearing up as I looked at her sleeping face, silently vowing to make the most of our time together. I really wished I could just hit pause on life, you know, and hold onto the beauty of our love. But deep down, I dreaded the day when we'd have to say goodbye as the sun sets.

Fozan

In the dimly lit room, she sat at the edge of her bed, her dinner untouched. The weight of her thoughts bore down upon her like an insurmountable burden. Her eyes, usually filled with the sparkle of life, now glistened with unshed tears.

Fozan

I don't know where this emptiness came from or I'm just trying not to acknowledge its source. But this emptiness is hollowing my soul and most possibly will make it a inmate. The will of surviving this endurance has been reducing for decades. I don't see any course to adopt for getting some relief from this abyss. Looking for some serious advices.

People changed. Now, it's my turn. You know the irony? They don't go through from what they put us to go through. They act bizarre as we're doing anything wrong. But you knew, many times we're done with the people but still have to welcome them by wearing a smile on our face. Life is weird, people are weird and so are we.

Fozan

I regret giving up writing as it used to be a form of therapy for me. Ever since I stopped writing, I have noticed a string of unfortunate events taking place in my life. However, dwelling on the past won't change anything. I realize that despite being a psychopath, there was a sense of happiness and hope within me. Perhaps, it was the act of parting ways with her that triggered the series of tragedies in my life. I understand that my thoughts may seem disorganized and fragmented, but I am unable to improve their coherence. Those who are familiar with my sufferings, trauma, and pain can relate to the turmoil within my soul.

Fozan

Things are flowing in the unpredictable ways, leading me to the sorest of edge where reality just scorches the soul. It's becoming unbearable. Life has become aimless. Happiness doesn't feel the way it used to be, feels more like an illusion. Perhaps, realities are getting tangled. The more I try to solve this, the more I get entangled in. I will not be able to do this anymore. Let's see, what fate has stored for me.

Fozan

Making decisions is the hardest task to do oftentimes. We feel trapped between two crucial things: both of them are seemed quite good. But still we have to choose one. After loosing my precious, my everything, my Mommy: things are getting worse than ever. I'm forced to take decision I'm not willing to take. It feels like if I take this it will doom me forever. It will make my this detective life more dejective. Perhaps, some things are better off behind and some decisions are need of the time but still human mind is designed not to accept that. The ultimate truth that life's not eternal, still we hope not to lose loved ones. There are multiple questions wandering at my head every tick of my life. That's why this is so unbearable of losing one even we already know life's nothing, can deceive us at any tick. Why does God put so much intimacy between the people when they're doomed to be aparted. This isn't fair, life ain't fair.

Fozan

Here I'm lying at terrace, staring at stars. My mind is no less than a galaxy I'm staring at right now. The mysteries they both hold are unsolvable. The state of my mind is the same as an immense blast came to happen and galaxy came to an existence. So is my mind: infinite thoughts collide with the walls of my mind, results in the depressed mind. I'm no less than a galaxy. There are a lot of paradox and contradictions in both of them. Some things are better off before. I believe it would have been a great for all of us that it never existed whatsoever we are surrounded with. It hurts. It's unbearable. It's making no sense. It just makes more tragedies.

Fozan

Give me a few days of peace in your arms: I need it terribly. I'm ragged, worn, exhausted. After that I can face the world.

Fozan

Your worst sin is that you have destroyed and betrayed yourself for nothing.

Fozan

Is it only me who's unable to sleep even lying on bed for hours, changing sides, sides and sides or anybody else is going through the same s**t?

Fozan

Today is the day, all of our family are gathered at one place. Some are gossiping, cracking jokes and looking after their kids. You see at one corner: a folk of kids are playing, some are crying, some are laughing and a rare lonely pathetic introvert like me is sitting in the corner quitely. Everything's pretty good. Everything's more than enough but there's someone missing, a benovelent one, without her living aint living anymore. Her separation has made me a pretender. I've to pretend everywhere that I'm fine. I'm doing well. I'm happy like a fully bloomed flower. Despite all these agony, I've to look normal as nothing has come to happen. I'm tired of pretending. The world is pitiless. Sometimes, we really do need a pity. And I'm in need of it.

Fozan

Sleep cycle is so disturbed. It's been weeks since I sleep good. The dark circles around my eyes are getting more dark like my life is right now. Whenever I try to sleep, I just can't do. Lying on bed helplessly just makes the things worse. I've slept hardly 3 hours since last few days. My eyes are heavy as they're holding an immense weight. My head is aching as stars are colliding with the walls of my brain which cause a spark and feels as an ache.

Fozan

It's a misfortune that the world exists.

Fozan

Who will listen to this broken heart? Who will heal this tormented soul?

Fozan

Fate is cruel. It doesn't pity on anyone. It's cruel like a snake who kills her own children. It kills the person it is linked with. It scorched the soul it is linked with. It takes from one the will of living. It makes one to believe that life is an illusion.

Fozan