“Being battered, shattered, and scattered because of love, yet to wake up and love again.” InspirationalQuotesHeartbreakMitta XinindluLove And WarPoetic WordsIntimacy And RelationshipsMarriage And CommitmentPain And RomanceWriters Views Author:Mitta Xinindlu
“I've fallen deep into a dark unkind hole. But I will not die. I will not die.” QuotesDepressionStressMitta XinindluHelplessnessAlone But Not LonelyRising AbovePoetic WordsI Will Not Die Author:Mitta Xinindlu
“Mindfulness (A poem) *** MINDFULNESS ****** We're sitting on a hill, reminiscing about our deeds. These are mesmerising moments of ease; scenes are harmonising in keys. But we're in a state of oblivion, shunned from the view of fate in this period. We think about the nice days from our teens; the things that we did at our free will. We're in sync with the future and past tensions. Indeed, we could enjoy the present intentions. But we're in a state of oblivion, shunned from the view of fate in this period. We envision our problems gone; with collisions exposed and pawned. Oh! We could enjoy this peaceful time, on this hill, watching the sunrise. But we're in a state of oblivion, shunned from the view of fate in this period. The beautiful birds stride pass our face. Thick cuticles blurred, striped by hours of grace. They flap their wings, forming art; tail lamps for us, bleeding hearts. But we're in a state of oblivion, shunned from the view of fate in this period. People of different cultures come to us. Simple, they offer their services; no Judas. Wave their hands with care; give their food to share. But we're in a state of oblivion, shunned from the view of fate in this period. What a sad case this is; our mindfulness is butchered. Heads are swimming inbetween the past and the future. Opportunities to love others in truth are being missed. Communities could share love so true; limiting the rifts. But we're in a state of oblivion, shunned from the view of fate in this period.” Life LessonsQuotesIgnoranceMindfulnessAppreciationMitta XinindluPoems By Mitta XinindluPoetic WordsSmall Pleasure Author:Mitta Xinindlu
“A Hymn I sang When I Found You (Poem) ****** You opened your arms to me and my eyes to see. You embraced me like your own. In your soul, You covered me with strength. You opened my life with your breath. Your comfort embraces my heart like what paint is to art, and jokes are to comedy, and religion is to a prophecy, and guitars are to music. Importantly, you adorn me as artists do to the muse. You swallowed me with your mind. Sewn my broken pieces back into one, and loved me throughout your research. Like what members are to the church, and grapes are to wine, and mud is to a swine. I was lost, Now, I'm perfectly found at most. In your love, I'm pulled. Complete and full without a piece amiss. I'm washed with plenty a kiss. A perfect melody! Long gone are the days of melancholy. Because no strange songs are sung. You pierce into me like the sun and comfort me like charms. Mostly, you sing me a lullaby in your arms.” QuotesSingingMitta XinindluHymnsPoems By Mitta XinindluPoetic WordsMarriage And RelationshipsLove Abd IntimacyWords For Valentine Author:Mitta Xinindlu
“I was born, yes. But to suffer and gain nothing. Just a life full of misery and torment.” RealityLife LessonsQuotesMiseryMitta XinindluTormentRiddleHardshipsPoetic Words Author:Mitta Xinindlu