Avenging a revenge

What I understand about it….

Revenge avenge revenge or leave it? Avenge it or leave it? That is the question. 

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Cut the chain, 

Cut the cycle, 

Cut the pain, 

If you can’t walk anymore then take a vehicle. 

Let love  flow into you,

The only power which can break any cycle. 

Pain it is indeed, and if you still want to avenge it then make sure you do not repeat it in the cycle. 

Change things and make your way through it. 

Be so adament that people and the Gods can do nothing except give you a pass. 

Be so stubborn that people and the God’s realise,  what they did to you was wrong. 

It is only then that they would stop.

Stick to love and live the war that you wage, 

Making people fight it on your terms,

Since you did not begin the war, they did, 

So now they are merely dancing to your thoughts and your mind plays their mind.

Be strong, hold the post till they tire and bend letting you pass.
Wish you all a happy, lovely Sunday ahead. πŸ˜πŸŽπŸŽπŸŽ—οΈπŸŽπŸŽ‰πŸŽŠπŸŽ†πŸŽ‡πŸŽ„

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Hurt, suppressed,unloved woman.

Hurt, suppressed,unloved woman.Β 

Woman
Unloved, unattended,scarred woman

Welcome to the world Β of πŸ‘© women

Woman
Unloved, cautious, a single eye πŸ‘ snatched by the GODS of the world

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Hurt, suppressed,unloved women

Something eerily scaring and deserves wholesome attention with only a single eye at work to save her Β then worldly, sinews and tortures.

Unattended she moves on,

Halting briefly to only note if fear pursues her anymore,

She travels far.Β 

In an attempt to live, in attempt to leave behind at least a scar,

If not a footprint.

She lives cautious, lest she is hurt again.

Though she knows she can’t be scarred no more.

She wears the nose ring, yet she remains untamed,

Unheard she slithers and glides as she is now one with the forms of the world.

Yet, she is resolute to complete her journey,

Letting no one in, except people she has chosen,

Though aware that evil πŸ‘Ώ can trace her back even through the ones she loves.

But, hurt she is and all the more prepared.

Traversing through by lanes of the world.

She only wants to end her journey in this mortal realm,

Even if it means leaving a scar and not a footprint, since for her both are same.

Perhaps more means the scar, as it tells a story of her pain, it tells fellow humans what the world can be.

Hurt, suppressed,unloved woman.

Something eerily scaring and deserves wholesome attention with only a single eye at work to save her Β then worldly, sinews and tortures.

Beauty springs out of your existence if you can pay attention to self.Β 

Beauty springs out of your existence if you can pay attention to self.Β 
Beautiful attention.

Love yourself.

Beautiful attention. Love is not pampering.

They are both different.

Love yourself.

You are who you are and accept it.

If I cant work anymore accept I can’t work anymore.

If you can’t accept something, take your time and walk off.

Above all, be yourself. Noone else is you or can ever be.