It's all about the pen that bleeds!❤️

When they leave, every cell in our body goes numb, And our heart says their soul's beauty isn’t something we can overcome. It feels like this had to happen, but not this soon, As if the earth has lost its only radiant moon. When they leave, nothing could replace them or that misery, All plans are abandoned, as if they were never part of the story. The bond we built was mutual, strong, and perfect, But the end isn’t always mutual—one has to unwillingly accept.                                                                 ~Aastha!<3

  The chaos, will definitely be getting all clear, It will take time but eventually you’ll be able to bear. It will not only take your time to get over with it, But also lots of courage, self love and nights with sleeplessness a bit. The chaos going in your head, not only will take away your slumber, I know how it feels, it damage your thoughts in heavy number.  The chaos doesn’t only make the damage and then with time it will go away, It either leaves a void or brings you in the world where only negative thoughts stay.  The chaos might also grow over the time in your head, That’s when you will empower it with overthinking when going to bed.  What you need to be very thorough with during all this time is-  Chaos will always be there, compliment it with the pillar of healthy mindset and to the justice.                                               ...

  Sure, things may get tough in life sometimes, And it may get tougher by a thousand times. But the sun will shine bright through your window after a while, And there will be a time when you shed tears only when you smile. There are days when people cry—cry—and just cry, They cry until the tears in their eyes eventually dry. One day or another, those tears were meant to stop, But if they could move on sooner, the level of suffering would have dropp-ed. Around the 365 days in a year, there are times when life is fun, So fun that people start forgetting the bad things, life feels easy and always on the run. But they won’t find the same fun in doing similar thing-s, One day, only boredom and monotony is all it will bring. The other day my friend, seeing my sulking face, asked—“What happened?” And this time, the question wasn’t so new, but my reply was—“Life happened!”                                  ...