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Hate waiting

Darshith Badiyani different , , , , , , , , , , , ,

It struck me @ 12:17 am
I love this kind of timing
Personally, I hate waiting
Waiting for reply from someone
Waiting for something to start
Sitting idle makes me crazy
So I have to keep on doing
Something or the other
Either read or blog
Or any random thing
And then I realized
I hate waiting
Is it because
I have always been waiting
My whole life
Waiting for good food
Waiting for good times
Waiting for good earnings
Waiting for good life
Waiting for blissful life
And it struck me
I am such a naive person
That the above is indeed true
I am waiting
And hence I hate waiting
So I guess time is here
To take steps
Even though they take you back
But it will be a new place
Where you will be standing
Than the old one
So waiting is good
But waiting for important
Things to happen
Is the most disastrous step
So keep bad things and
Bad people in waiting
As they won’t be able to
Grasp you and your smile
In their vicious clutches
And keep moving forward

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P.S.: Tonight’s pick is Hurt lovers of Blue 🙂 Goodnight and hope we all have a great weekend ahead before Christmas ❤

Game of tiptoeing..

Darshith Badiyani bad decisions, blame, break us, different, failure, fighter, human nature, hurt, love, meaning of life, nothing, pretendness, reality, regret, Relationships, strength, tip-toe , , , , , , , ,

When I was a kid,

I used to tip toe go to kitchen,

During the noon time,

When my mother was asleep,

So that I can have some cream biscuits,

Without her knowledge.

But in the evening,

She calls me and takes my class,

For eating those biscuits on a regular basis.

She didn’t changed the place of those biscuits,

Because she loved my tip-toeing and having those biscuits,

And thinking that I can fool my mother,

Who know me more than I know myself.

 

Now, the table has turned.

I loved her beauty, her smile, her truthfulness,

And this time, my mother tip-toed,

And went to meet her and said,

To leave me and go far away from me,

Because my father don’t like her,

And my girl left me, without telling me,

And I thought that it was fate and we weren’t meant to be a together,

But then when I came to know what had really happened,

I cursed my mother, my girl, everyone, even God,

Because then I hated this game of tip-toe,

This game of pretendness.

This game of keeping cards close to your chest,

This game of not putting everything on the table,

This game of thinking that others are fool,

And you are the only smart guy.

I hate this sham!!