When things go wrong

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When things go wrong,

Don't flow with them.

Just put a pause  on what you are doing, pack your bags and run.

Run until your feet hurts and you run out of breath. 

Then just  walk to the place you always wanted to go. The place you have dreamt about but never been to.

And just breath.

When things go wrong,

Make yourself a cup of coffee and look out of your window.

Count the limitless stars untill your eyes sparkle with them.

Get a whiff of  night jasmine flowing with faint breeze.

And just breath. 

When things go wrong, 

Your heart gets heavier and body gets exhausted, don't let the heaviness grab your soul. 

Just let your emotions flow,Let those tears shine in dim light, 

And let things go.

When things go wrong, 

Walk by the shores bare footed,

Chase the waves and hear the whisperings, 

Let the beautiful chaos heal your soul. 

When things go wrong, 

Take a break but never quit, 

Call that friend you've lost contact with,

Talk for hours until your battery dies, 

Giggle about the days having no sighs.

When things go wrong, 

Just pull your blankets on and hug it tight, 

Think about the days when things were right.

It's just a phase and you have to fight.

When things go wrong,

Don't go with them. 

Just breath and be gentle to yourself. 

It's just a phase and it too shall pass. 

Stick to your soul and let it heal, 

Lift up your chin and smile until your cheeks hurt. 

Remember What's coming is better than what is gone. 



With Love💕. . 

Abhilipsa🌻

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