Love met Butterflies🦋❤🌍

Now this is really personal. I really don't know whether it is okay to write personal stuffs in a blog. I'm not John Watson, to write wonderful blogs about his personal adventures of solving murder mysteries with his friend Sherlock Holmes. My life is not as interesting as theirs to get you thrilled. Mine is same as most of yours. Dull,  uninteresting, and pitiful . Let me tell you, I'm going through hell these days. It's pretty too much for my innocent heart to bear. When I say my heart is innocent I don't mean I'm perfect and angel like. No! I'm just a faulty being like everyone else. But I have strong point of views which is really hard for me to let go. How can I change my point of views for my parents, family, friend, or even lover? No! That is what makes me the one I'm.  Please tell me, whether I'm wrong ,because I don't stratify people based on anything(religion, caste,so called beauty, status, fame or anything)? Tell me,  whether I'm ...

        Tell me how do you meausure Beauty? On what basis you state that a person is fair? Is it by their skin colour?  Is it by the way they look like? Are height, weight,and the set of teeth, the measuring tapes for beauty?We used to say the proverb, beauty is only skin deep. But don't you think,  the proverb itself is a bit racist? Does beauty depend on skin colour? May be for some illiterate people! I'm not criticizing them.  It's because of the way they were brought up. The elders take classes on beauty classification which will be carried on by their generations like a legacy. Parents in India are shy to give their children proper sex education while they are so much interested in giving them beauty classification classes! These people are so ashamed to say the word 'sex' in front of their children.  So pity!                Earlier marriage was a system of trade. Today it's more like  ...

I was told life would be unfair But I believed mine was fairer. Building hopes from one end  Just to get shattered from the other.  I wished my problems to stay. Just to block the new ones.  But trust me,it's in battalion. A useless loner in an empty room, I Strive to live  Being afraid to die.

So strong the magnetic field. Every attempts to detach,  As if losing my breath. And thus grabs me back to you. No rights,no wrongs I'm all a fallen addict.  Love is indeed an opium Where the weak drowns And the rest rehabilitates.