Vaishu writes

INFANT INTIMACY Don't burn the pictures. Don't rip the handwritten love letters up. Don't destroy the memories that you made the happiest, because time heals but also brings regrets. Because you can't go back & you will never have the same love twice. Years will pass and you won't remember the color of her eyes in detail quite like you did. And it's going to break you down and you will find yourself in bed at 2.10 am,  trying to remember the way her lips curved,  when she smiled but it's been too long &  all the pictures you have with her are gone. And you will start to think that maybe you shouldn't have been so fucking impulsive. Put everything in a box & only open it after you have moved on &   want to revisit a time that was filled with genuine love& innocence. Because despite what you have been told, you can let go without forgetting. It's okay to trace the poems she wrote up for you in cursive fingertips,  remembering what i...

SELF LOSS I loved you and you left, betraying my heart, this time I will love myself, at least self-betrayal will not be an option. I loved you with all my heart, sacrificing self-love, giving all of me to you. I denied the fact that you would ever leave. But I was wrong, I guess my own self wanted you to leave yet my heart for the emptiness you left behind, and I am alone. This loneliness taught me to love myself. I have made a conscious choice. To honor myself to fall for love self-love. Before complementing another I chose myself. The history of our connection is hidden in the truth of your heart. And regardless of your outcome, I feel I have made the right choice for me. You never deserved so much love from me, you betrayed and I am still standing, waiting for you. But this time to show you, the 'me' I lost for you; is back. Losing sometimes good for you. You at least learn to gain yourself and correct your mistake. Love yourself the way you loved him - VAISHNAV...

FAIRYTALE  💫 She is a fearless firefly finding her light in the flames of kindness and courage.  She creates shelters for those who need a place to escape.  She pours out her heart to those who are worthy for her love.  She is fragile like a wildflower yet, she fights those uphill battles by herself.  She doesn't need a knight in shining armour,  for she is the queen of her own kingdom.  She us worth every battle  and every war.  Her eyes speak honesty Her lips whisper hope Kindness runs through her veins and loves make her heart  beat faster.  Do not try to quench her thirst  for something real  for she won't accept less.  She is a question with no answer.  Don't try to read her.  Instead listen to her every word.  Love her and she will give you today.  Break her and she will cage you tomorrow.  She is the light you search for during darkest nights she wears the stars on her slee...

FAULT IN MY STARS It isn't your fault, if someone can't see your worth.  It isn't your duty to make them realize your value.  Some people are ok with settling for less.  And not many people used to see rareness in you, scares them off.  Your intensity is so deep, that many people aren't strong enough to deal with it.  Your intentions are so pure, that maybe it drives them crazy.  And I'm learning each day that isn't my fault, to make them feel love, which they can't find in themselves.  I 'm slowly learning that masks of other people could be more shadier than their minds.  That their lies could be more uglier than the soul.  And I'm known to my own mistakes.  I have known the past, that passed away with deepest sorrows.  I'm learning that being always kind to others, doesn't make them also a kind person.  Some are only used to evilness.  Like the way I said it isn't your fault, if someone is not used to impecc...

IN SEARCH OF A SOUL She is so stubborn. Why?  Because she cannot stop loving even after numerous heartbreaks. That's who she is.  She learns nothing from what she goes through! Reason?  She has this unbound and abundant feeling of endearment for everyone. Or maybe she suffers from a love syndrome.  For the same reason she picks up the same people who kick her from behind.  She is probably blind in this whole process or maybe she is too good for people.  She keeps running her behind them for no fault of hers! Her feet is bruised.  Bit by bit she gets crumbled yet she chooses to pull herself together and start all over again.  From being a victim of lust to being thrown in a pit after usage, oh Heaven! Her stories are even darker than black itself.  She is like water who can merge into any color or can take any form.  You can ask anything, literally anything.  She will be ready to give all at once.  How can give someo...