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When he asked her to leave and she could walk out was the moment she realised how much love she has for herself ❤️❤️ Amita Joshi

How do I live up to the image you see, When the strength you believe in isn’t in me? I wish I were all that you think of me, But only these confessions can set me free. A loser in life, yet I’ve won with you two, Your love pulls me through when I don’t know what to do. Not infinite—my strengths are so few, But my true power lies only in you. One day, you’ll see the limits I hide, I just hope you’ll be kind and stay by my side. Amita Joshi 

Where should I find myself  Where should I go I have lost myself in pieces  In every setback, in every  low.. How to collect myself back again  When my original self already began to wane... A part of me is with the children around  No longer mine yet somehow found  Those dreamy eyes of that young girl Showing me my part left in some whirl.. A little bit of me is left in that new bride Yet I have changed taking this in stride... This transformation is not overnight  This is inevitable and will remain till this world is in sight  Amita Joshi 

 You haven't gone yet  You never did right??? You left a part of yourself with me Not for nothing at the end can there be this light... I hear someone leaving this world  My heart starts rooting for you again  The efforts of time to have passed, all  seem to be in vain. After the tears dry up I recollect myself again.... Again.... Only to break a little more violently for the next time.. Yelling screaming, weeping looking for some new mime.... If I had to put up with the pain of your leaving....may be ....may be I could have pulled it... How do I deal with your memories that come and then threaten to go once more I am at the end of my wit... Navigating my way to fight this grief  I find myself lost again as grieving for you brings you back momentarily that's where lies my relief  Amita Joshi 

They walk into losses, yet take another shot, Clapping for the victors, while their own hearts are in knots. They hide the trembling tears of quiet defeat, Painting smiles to make a friend’s triumph complete. They stroll through opulence that isn’t their own, While counting coins to reach a home they’ve never fully known. The world never pauses to see how deep they run; “Polish your craft a little more,” they’re told—by everyone. Peers rise like comets, dazzling the night, While they wait for a dawn that refuses to bring light. They watch the world soar on wings of pride, As they sit in a cage—its bars invisible, yet tied. And yet, there is grace in their silent stage, When a so-called mediocre smiles… For being called an average. Amita Joshi 

 Why couldn't you stop trying to prove your worth... How come you let your plight the reason for his mirth... Why couldn't you love yourself in the first place and not him... How many times did you give one 'last' chance to his whim Living under a pretense that he is Mr. Right... Which love did you feel when it was nowhere in sight  Why couldn't you understand the futility of this all Why not consider mighty rise after this facile fall Amita Joshi

 I am sorry papa I judged you for parenting mistake you never did I could feel your hands in  in my way whenever happiness slid How the hell did I forget that you became fatherless at the age of 6 You mend everything that for yourself you couldn't fix Not even knowing what the father is  like You gave us  smooth ground not having any spike Your love wasn't laced  How could I forget you were only making up for the deprivation you faced... I am sorry papa No father could be wrong