Karma is a short poem written and shared by Kaustav Nath to The Ugly Writers under the theme Love for the month of May.
I wanted to see all your old photographs, so I could see you in the freeze frame, when you were just a child, & they called you by a different name
Walang pag-ibig na sa huli ikaw rin ang kawawa.. Mahalin nalang natin ang sarili at magpakatotoo. Sapagkat ang tanging nagkapagpapasaya ng iyong buhay Ay ang sarili mo lamang.
Angels aren't invincible some are just too weak to fly, some too afraid to try.
Gusto ko ng magpahinga. Nais ko ng ipikit ang aking mga mata. Ngunit bakit sa bawat pagpikit ng mata Ikaw parin ang nakikita.
The walk seemed endless, but after a while, I found myself back to where I started. It had been a painful walk in the shadows. I thought I could face it with less tears, but I didn't. Although, by any means, I think I had been braver still.
There was none on the other end of the line. And I gave up trying. It seems it's over. And I just kept crying. Her pulse grew weaker, her breathing more shallow. Her face, whiter, and her whole body colder. Is this how cold she must have felt?
This girl and I looked nothing alike. Her face freckled, auburn hair askew, and a casual stance with feet planted wide as if ready to sprint in either direction should the need arise.
Feeling lost is often the result of that undeniable resentment to missed shots or failed attempts.
I wish to be that beauty you speak of- angelic yet demure, which I am not. The mirror shows me less than your eyes see
Every now and then, we will definitely mess up and pick the wrong decision. Life is all about choices.
I'm here, always here, and he's there, staring,always glaring, forever daring me to move.But no, no, no, I won't, I cannot.. I have neither