ज्ञाNOHOLICS

HELLO READERS :) my today's post is about our everyday life and how it has become so multidimensional we have to think about so many things at one go we have to make big decisions regarding life ,manage our today and get over past for the blessed ones (the practical one and the mature ones) it is not that tough but when you are naive ,silly child like life feels like burden taking big decision as one small wrong decision and booom you are gone you become nothing in a single day the practicals are like magicians who knows how to get hold of themselves but the emotional ones feel so suffocated in this multidimensional world it's chaotic and then comes the mask which one wears all day irrespective of whatever is happening inside you have to laugh because when you share your problems you bear the judgement of others (she might be lying to get attention ,no  she can be a psycho ,she must have been responsible somewhere in hindi they say tali ek hath se thodi na bjti h  etc etc ) so

She was a poetry without any words she was a painting of  birds she was silent as hell she never broke her shell she never shared they never cared nobody ever  dared because her uncanny ways were the reason they were scared misunderstanding  was her only understanding in a way she was actually OUTSTANDING misjudged she was  victim of  was false news she  was Some people are sheer miracle they remove each and every obstacle the miracle entered her life  in the form of her sister never paying heed of worldly blabber she became the ruler of her heart  her heart's only minister together they stayed together they slayed without each other never ever they played