Hard work.
"Nothing left to chance. All is the result of hard work."
And you know what they say.
You should have continued pushing.
You shouldn’t have given up.
That your ignition moment was seconds away from the point of throwing in the towel.
We scoff at the idea of playing the lottery.
"It’s tax on the stupid."
But doesn’t it take a fool to chase a dream?
And even entertaining the idea of winning I have heard someone say that it would feel unearned.
So instead, we toil, we work and continue failing, because only hard work will get us to the place where we receive what we desire. Not only what we desire, like a result of some sort, but also what we deserve. Somehow it all measures up to the amount of effort and sweat we have put it.
Yes.
It’s only then, and only through hard work.
Because chance has got nothing to do with it.
You need to let your passion consume you. You must hustle. Juggle a couple of jobs. Have a few gigs. After a day in the office, moonlight as a babysitter, dog-walker or a dancer. Have your favourite motivational speaker blasting words of encouragement into your ears as you do it.
You must keep moving.
You must become a nomad, changing your job every two years, moving every two years, having a mental breakdown every two years.
Like any “stay positive” bullshit you could hear said by some celebrity.
They’ve made it. They must have put in the work. If it worked for them, it can work for me, right? But is that what you want?
Is that what anyone should want?
And how many stories are there of people dying for their dreams.
Sacrificing their own life in the vain pursuit of inherited and brainwashed dreams.
Didn’t they work hard enough?
Or they worked too hard? They became too consumed, possessed to the point of losing touch with reality. They found their emergency exit.
Either way you look at it, it doesn’t make sense. But I guess that’s life.
And aren’t there enough gurus? Enough “self-made” giants? Messiahs who found their enlightenment. You must believe in their testimony. You must become their copy. At least in the life where we must find ourselves some meaning, well, at least with this you found yourself a shortcut. got to stay positive.
Got to keep hustling.
Sell your dreams for someone else’s. It will save you heartache in the end.
The fucking audacity though… “Maybe you haven’t worked hard enough.”
Well, “maybe you had it too easy.”
#review
"Nothing left to chance. All is the result of hard work."
And you know what they say.
You should have continued pushing.
You shouldn’t have given up.
That your ignition moment was seconds away from the point of throwing in the towel.
We scoff at the idea of playing the lottery.
"It’s tax on the stupid."
But doesn’t it take a fool to chase a dream?
And even entertaining the idea of winning I have heard someone say that it would feel unearned.
So instead, we toil, we work and continue failing, because only hard work will get us to the place where we receive what we desire. Not only what we desire, like a result of some sort, but also what we deserve. Somehow it all measures up to the amount of effort and sweat we have put it.
Yes.
It’s only then, and only through hard work.
Because chance has got nothing to do with it.
You need to let your passion consume you. You must hustle. Juggle a couple of jobs. Have a few gigs. After a day in the office, moonlight as a babysitter, dog-walker or a dancer. Have your favourite motivational speaker blasting words of encouragement into your ears as you do it.
You must keep moving.
You must become a nomad, changing your job every two years, moving every two years, having a mental breakdown every two years.
Like any “stay positive” bullshit you could hear said by some celebrity.
They’ve made it. They must have put in the work. If it worked for them, it can work for me, right? But is that what you want?
Is that what anyone should want?
And how many stories are there of people dying for their dreams.
Sacrificing their own life in the vain pursuit of inherited and brainwashed dreams.
Didn’t they work hard enough?
Or they worked too hard? They became too consumed, possessed to the point of losing touch with reality. They found their emergency exit.
Either way you look at it, it doesn’t make sense. But I guess that’s life.
And aren’t there enough gurus? Enough “self-made” giants? Messiahs who found their enlightenment. You must believe in their testimony. You must become their copy. At least in the life where we must find ourselves some meaning, well, at least with this you found yourself a shortcut. got to stay positive.
Got to keep hustling.
Sell your dreams for someone else’s. It will save you heartache in the end.
The fucking audacity though… “Maybe you haven’t worked hard enough.”
Well, “maybe you had it too easy.”
#review
Once you get everything you're looking for:
the self-fulfillment, the success, the money, the fancy stuff;
I bet you'll rest your head on your pillow and you'll start seeing it all in hindsight:
the choice you made, the breakup, the leaving, the distance.
It will all become a never ending circle repeating over and over again on your mind,
a ghost that will haunt you every night
a tormenting rush of jet-black regret and blame.
And my dear, only then you will truly ponder
what's worth a lifetime of achievement
if you won't have me anymore.
#review #poetry #meredith
the self-fulfillment, the success, the money, the fancy stuff;
I bet you'll rest your head on your pillow and you'll start seeing it all in hindsight:
the choice you made, the breakup, the leaving, the distance.
It will all become a never ending circle repeating over and over again on your mind,
a ghost that will haunt you every night
a tormenting rush of jet-black regret and blame.
And my dear, only then you will truly ponder
what's worth a lifetime of achievement
if you won't have me anymore.
#review #poetry #meredith
Once you get everything you're looking for:
the self-fulfillment, the success, the money, the fancy stuff;
I bet you'll rest your head on your pillow and you'll start seeing it all in hindsight:
the choice you made, the breakup, the leaving, the distance.
It will all become a never ending circle
repeating over and over again on your mind,
a ghost that will haunt you every night
a tormenting rush of jet-black regret and blame.
And my dear, only then you will truly ponder
what's worth a lifetime of achievement
if you won't have me anymore.
#review #poetry #meredith
the self-fulfillment, the success, the money, the fancy stuff;
I bet you'll rest your head on your pillow and you'll start seeing it all in hindsight:
the choice you made, the breakup, the leaving, the distance.
It will all become a never ending circle
repeating over and over again on your mind,
a ghost that will haunt you every night
a tormenting rush of jet-black regret and blame.
And my dear, only then you will truly ponder
what's worth a lifetime of achievement
if you won't have me anymore.
#review #poetry #meredith
Once you get everything you're looking for:
the self-fulfillment, the success, the money, the fancy stuff;
I bet you'll rest your head on your pillow
and you'll start seeing it all in hindsight:
the choice you made, the breakup, the leaving, the distance.
It will all become a never ending circle
repeating over and over again on your mind,
a ghost that will haunt you every night
a tormenting rush of jet-black regret and blame.
And my dear, only then you will truly ponder
what's worth a lifetime of achievement
if you won't have me anymore.
#review #poetry #meredith
the self-fulfillment, the success, the money, the fancy stuff;
I bet you'll rest your head on your pillow
and you'll start seeing it all in hindsight:
the choice you made, the breakup, the leaving, the distance.
It will all become a never ending circle
repeating over and over again on your mind,
a ghost that will haunt you every night
a tormenting rush of jet-black regret and blame.
And my dear, only then you will truly ponder
what's worth a lifetime of achievement
if you won't have me anymore.
#review #poetry #meredith
Once you get everything you're looking for:
the self-fulfillment, the success, the money, the fancy stuff;
I bet you'll rest your head on your pillow
and you'll start seeing it all in hindsight:
the choice you made, the breakup, the leaving, the distance.
It will all become a never ending circle
repeating over and over again on your mind,
a ghost that will haunt you every night,
a tormenting rush of jet-black regret and blame.
And my dear, only then you will truly ponder
what's worth a lifetime of achievement
if you won't have me anymore.
#review #poetry #meredith
the self-fulfillment, the success, the money, the fancy stuff;
I bet you'll rest your head on your pillow
and you'll start seeing it all in hindsight:
the choice you made, the breakup, the leaving, the distance.
It will all become a never ending circle
repeating over and over again on your mind,
a ghost that will haunt you every night,
a tormenting rush of jet-black regret and blame.
And my dear, only then you will truly ponder
what's worth a lifetime of achievement
if you won't have me anymore.
#review #poetry #meredith
#review
Internal
The future comes in scenes and quiet whispers. It comes in conflicting, confusing thoughts. I space out, detach and people ask what's going on.
Nothing.
Nothing yet.
Just a couple of scattered dots connected with imaginary lines. When you catch the beginning, the ending unfolds on its own. People leave too much evidence around. Average, average, second class criminals. It's better to come to terms with what we are, than pretend we are smarter than everyone else. Because at least then the chance of being caught might at least cross your mind, right? Courtesy of equality. It doesn't matter. It's apparent where it leads.
I always choose to play the fool. Why? Because what can I say? That I feel? What good has that ever done? It's not the best line of defence. Even worse for the prosecution. Senses are only useful in the off-chance you get to act on what they shock your system with.
"Guilty until proven innocent."
No wait, that's the other way around, isn't it?
The internal mess makes no sense and words are the only way to express it. As soon as sounds come out of the throat or the hand guides the pen, then the thesis rejects itself. The irrational trying to straighten out a path that's a roundabout in reality.
It's pointless, don't you think?
It's gone as soon as it happens. The feelings escape and abandon the fleshly vessel. And then there are only afterthoughts left.
I knew it.
I guessed.
My instincts rebelled.
I didn't listen.
Nobody did.
I pushed against everything from within, as time flipped to the final page. No surprises left. I read it too many times.
Sleepless nights, dreamless days. I used to dream. I don't want to anymore. I can't stand my own mind. There are only hopes that have been cast away into eternity. As far away from the present as possible. Too close to what's real. Too far away to be seen. But it felt real before it was. So when it finally happens, everyone gets to go their own way. And I get to stand on my own. Get to take it all in. I was right after all. And there is some satisfaction in that. And I get to beat myself up again. And maybe one day I'll learn.
Internal
The future comes in scenes and quiet whispers. It comes in conflicting, confusing thoughts. I space out, detach and people ask what's going on.
Nothing.
Nothing yet.
Just a couple of scattered dots connected with imaginary lines. When you catch the beginning, the ending unfolds on its own. People leave too much evidence around. Average, average, second class criminals. It's better to come to terms with what we are, than pretend we are smarter than everyone else. Because at least then the chance of being caught might at least cross your mind, right? Courtesy of equality. It doesn't matter. It's apparent where it leads.
I always choose to play the fool. Why? Because what can I say? That I feel? What good has that ever done? It's not the best line of defence. Even worse for the prosecution. Senses are only useful in the off-chance you get to act on what they shock your system with.
"Guilty until proven innocent."
No wait, that's the other way around, isn't it?
The internal mess makes no sense and words are the only way to express it. As soon as sounds come out of the throat or the hand guides the pen, then the thesis rejects itself. The irrational trying to straighten out a path that's a roundabout in reality.
It's pointless, don't you think?
It's gone as soon as it happens. The feelings escape and abandon the fleshly vessel. And then there are only afterthoughts left.
I knew it.
I guessed.
My instincts rebelled.
I didn't listen.
Nobody did.
I pushed against everything from within, as time flipped to the final page. No surprises left. I read it too many times.
Sleepless nights, dreamless days. I used to dream. I don't want to anymore. I can't stand my own mind. There are only hopes that have been cast away into eternity. As far away from the present as possible. Too close to what's real. Too far away to be seen. But it felt real before it was. So when it finally happens, everyone gets to go their own way. And I get to stand on my own. Get to take it all in. I was right after all. And there is some satisfaction in that. And I get to beat myself up again. And maybe one day I'll learn.
WHO YOU REALLY SEE
People have lived a unique period,
forced to wear masks as a way
of protecting themselves from an outward
enemy with scant liberty.
Maybe, no one has ever lived without masks. Who has never hidden
behind invisible veils, worried
about the prejudgment of others.
Along with the life, day after day,
we'll meet up with oodles of
people but very few
showing their true faces.
The vast majority is not brave
enough to show their true inner
or, perhaps, they don't even know
who they really are.
It's easier to live under the roles
imposed to us by life instead
of facing our real selves in a
pursue to uncover - Who am I really?
#review #LucianadeLemos #poetry
People have lived a unique period,
forced to wear masks as a way
of protecting themselves from an outward
enemy with scant liberty.
Maybe, no one has ever lived without masks. Who has never hidden
behind invisible veils, worried
about the prejudgment of others.
Along with the life, day after day,
we'll meet up with oodles of
people but very few
showing their true faces.
The vast majority is not brave
enough to show their true inner
or, perhaps, they don't even know
who they really are.
It's easier to live under the roles
imposed to us by life instead
of facing our real selves in a
pursue to uncover - Who am I really?
#review #LucianadeLemos #poetry
WHO YOU REALLY SEE
People have lived a unique period,
forced to wear masks as a way
of protecting themselves from an outward
enemy with scant liberty.
Maybe, no one has ever lived without masks. Who has never hidden
behind invisible veils, worried
about the prejudgment of others.
Along with the life, day after day,
we'll meet up with oodles of
people but very few
showing their true faces.
The vast majority is not brave
enough to show their true inner
or, perhaps, they don't even know
who they really are.
It's easier to live under the roles
imposed to us by life instead
of facing our real selves in a
pursue to uncover - Who am I really?
#review #LucianadeLemos #poetry
People have lived a unique period,
forced to wear masks as a way
of protecting themselves from an outward
enemy with scant liberty.
Maybe, no one has ever lived without masks. Who has never hidden
behind invisible veils, worried
about the prejudgment of others.
Along with the life, day after day,
we'll meet up with oodles of
people but very few
showing their true faces.
The vast majority is not brave
enough to show their true inner
or, perhaps, they don't even know
who they really are.
It's easier to live under the roles
imposed to us by life instead
of facing our real selves in a
pursue to uncover - Who am I really?
#review #LucianadeLemos #poetry
#review it seems reality you mentioned but we have to do the work by wearing mask .If we do not then you have not any worth so overall touched my feelings and have nice day
Fake Love
We seemed happy together but it was all a facade,
Sometimes a deep cut could be made without a sharp blade.
With no one there to my aid,
Those promises we once made just within a while seemed to fade.
We were tied together in a relationship with a loose knot,
The bleeding she caused could never clot.
She's out of my brain,
But her presence,like blood still flows in my vein.
Not easy to erase her from my heart,
Her betrayal was like a dart aimed towards the heart.
Again and again recalling all those memories while lying down on the bed,
Thinking instead of carrying that fake smile I'd rather be dead.
All alone left to bemoan,
Regretting on that seed of relationship which I once sown.
💔
#review #San
We seemed happy together but it was all a facade,
Sometimes a deep cut could be made without a sharp blade.
With no one there to my aid,
Those promises we once made just within a while seemed to fade.
We were tied together in a relationship with a loose knot,
The bleeding she caused could never clot.
She's out of my brain,
But her presence,like blood still flows in my vein.
Not easy to erase her from my heart,
Her betrayal was like a dart aimed towards the heart.
Again and again recalling all those memories while lying down on the bed,
Thinking instead of carrying that fake smile I'd rather be dead.
All alone left to bemoan,
Regretting on that seed of relationship which I once sown.
💔
#review #San
#review #poetry #cat
School days were best at concerts
and worst at exams
because exams made us vulnerable
to our fears of failure
and that is a fact!
The teachers yelled more than teach
because we were out of their league!
Eating in class became a die hard habit
and somedays we were even beaten for this!
As said, every child is unique,
so were we!!
Morning assembly was unbearable
so talented children dramatically fainted
and were excused one by one.
Poor acting skills
made some apply sunscreen to resist the ultraviolet heat!
Cheating was smuggling;
smuggling was illegal.
Performing the forbidden
was our hobby!
So we basically passed answer scripts unnoticeably.
The teacher's pet was the target of the masses;
It was cool when we used to rule!
Attitude of one could never be humiliated by the other.
If anyone insulted our group member
then no power on earth could spare them from our rage and thunder!
Studies were managed
and fun was heightened.
Talk about parks and swings!?
we had our playground on the last bench
with paper and pens!
The creation of paper planes
was an art of different kind.
Oh! Those were the days
that left an indelible trail
of memories carved on our spine!
School days were best at concerts
and worst at exams
because exams made us vulnerable
to our fears of failure
and that is a fact!
The teachers yelled more than teach
because we were out of their league!
Eating in class became a die hard habit
and somedays we were even beaten for this!
As said, every child is unique,
so were we!!
Morning assembly was unbearable
so talented children dramatically fainted
and were excused one by one.
Poor acting skills
made some apply sunscreen to resist the ultraviolet heat!
Cheating was smuggling;
smuggling was illegal.
Performing the forbidden
was our hobby!
So we basically passed answer scripts unnoticeably.
The teacher's pet was the target of the masses;
It was cool when we used to rule!
Attitude of one could never be humiliated by the other.
If anyone insulted our group member
then no power on earth could spare them from our rage and thunder!
Studies were managed
and fun was heightened.
Talk about parks and swings!?
we had our playground on the last bench
with paper and pens!
The creation of paper planes
was an art of different kind.
Oh! Those were the days
that left an indelible trail
of memories carved on our spine!
WHO YOU REALLY SEE
People have lived a unique period,
forced to wear masks as a way
of protecting themselves from an outward
enemy with scant liberty.
Maybe, no one has ever lived without masks. Who has never hidden
behind invisible veils, worried
about the prejudgment of others.
Along with the life, day after day,
we'll meet up with oodles of
people but very few
showing their true faces.
The vast majority is not brave
enough to show their true inner
or, perhaps, they don't even know
who they really are.
It's easier to live under the roles
imposed to us by life instead
of facing our real selves in a
pursue to uncover - Who am I really?
#review #LucianadeLemos #poetry
People have lived a unique period,
forced to wear masks as a way
of protecting themselves from an outward
enemy with scant liberty.
Maybe, no one has ever lived without masks. Who has never hidden
behind invisible veils, worried
about the prejudgment of others.
Along with the life, day after day,
we'll meet up with oodles of
people but very few
showing their true faces.
The vast majority is not brave
enough to show their true inner
or, perhaps, they don't even know
who they really are.
It's easier to live under the roles
imposed to us by life instead
of facing our real selves in a
pursue to uncover - Who am I really?
#review #LucianadeLemos #poetry
Isn't it strange
that one day will not be able to open our eyes once again
We will be lifeless lying on a white shroud
surrounded by the tears of the loved ones
what will happen next?
When will be taken to our bed
a bed with soil all around and a heavy brown blanked of soil will be over us
what will happen next?
all the people who came to give the final goodbye will leave
what will happen next?
will they remember me?
or they will forget me?
When we will be there in that room with complete darkness without a single ray of light
What will happen next?
No one ever told me
what will happen next
cuz no one came back
#review #hadiya
that one day will not be able to open our eyes once again
We will be lifeless lying on a white shroud
surrounded by the tears of the loved ones
what will happen next?
When will be taken to our bed
a bed with soil all around and a heavy brown blanked of soil will be over us
what will happen next?
all the people who came to give the final goodbye will leave
what will happen next?
will they remember me?
or they will forget me?
When we will be there in that room with complete darkness without a single ray of light
What will happen next?
No one ever told me
what will happen next
cuz no one came back
#review #hadiya
The oldest pains
Are here for a visit.
The little prince
Mourning in silence.
The poet writes
His favorite songs.
Its another night
Of great despair.
Far away in a land
Sings a cuckoo
To find its beloved.
In here a forlorn man
Mesmerized in its song.
The flowers bloom
And the leaves fall.
The great ocean
Waiting for its sun.
The great conspirator
Makes a plan
For you and me.
#review #megha
Are here for a visit.
The little prince
Mourning in silence.
The poet writes
His favorite songs.
Its another night
Of great despair.
Far away in a land
Sings a cuckoo
To find its beloved.
In here a forlorn man
Mesmerized in its song.
The flowers bloom
And the leaves fall.
The great ocean
Waiting for its sun.
The great conspirator
Makes a plan
For you and me.
#review #megha
Love - Lorn
Amidst the sprinkling rains and mist,
Shivering in the chilling wind and breeze,
In the vast Meadows and sitting on the grass,
A lad in his teens comes into the emptiness,
He sits under a tree and a lot does he shiver,
Those rags more damped with the wind more cruel,
The sun lost in cloudsand the gloom takes over,
But none does he see, neither does he feel,
Pondering over some random thoughts, he smiles under his knees.
With distant train horns, trespassing into his silence, he wakes up from his thoughts and heads into the mainland,
With a mindful of sorrows and a heart shattered so fine,
He comes to his vill, buries love inside too deep.
Once upon a pair, now he stands left alone
Waiting for his sweetheart, a poor love-lorn.
#review
#jj
#shortpoetry
Amidst the sprinkling rains and mist,
Shivering in the chilling wind and breeze,
In the vast Meadows and sitting on the grass,
A lad in his teens comes into the emptiness,
He sits under a tree and a lot does he shiver,
Those rags more damped with the wind more cruel,
The sun lost in cloudsand the gloom takes over,
But none does he see, neither does he feel,
Pondering over some random thoughts, he smiles under his knees.
With distant train horns, trespassing into his silence, he wakes up from his thoughts and heads into the mainland,
With a mindful of sorrows and a heart shattered so fine,
He comes to his vill, buries love inside too deep.
Once upon a pair, now he stands left alone
Waiting for his sweetheart, a poor love-lorn.
#review
#jj
#shortpoetry
#review
Chase me.
My soul is made of flames, seek warmth in me but never think of touching the fire
Red flames hungry to eat you but you still admire
I'm everywhere until you're close then I'm nowhere to be found
I keep running away from warmth and i love being chased around
Nobody owns me
I don't even own myself, my selves own me
You might think you finally got a hold of me
but I'll fade from between your fingers even if your grip is tight
So far way all you can do is stare at me like the stars of the night
I might be everything you see, surround your whole being
But you might be just hallucinating
Catch my scent in every place
Mind clouded of my blurry face
Search for me in the depths of the sea and the endless space
Darling that'll be our never ending race
Because I love to fly free and you like to chase
#anotheralaska
Chase me.
My soul is made of flames, seek warmth in me but never think of touching the fire
Red flames hungry to eat you but you still admire
I'm everywhere until you're close then I'm nowhere to be found
I keep running away from warmth and i love being chased around
Nobody owns me
I don't even own myself, my selves own me
You might think you finally got a hold of me
but I'll fade from between your fingers even if your grip is tight
So far way all you can do is stare at me like the stars of the night
I might be everything you see, surround your whole being
But you might be just hallucinating
Catch my scent in every place
Mind clouded of my blurry face
Search for me in the depths of the sea and the endless space
Darling that'll be our never ending race
Because I love to fly free and you like to chase
#anotheralaska
The Cursed Bookmark
#Abhijit #review
It was the 1990s
The library was silent as usual
Every thing was ordinary and casual
I went for the bookrack in search of my novel
It had a bookmark inside, everything was hand written and colossal
The novel was old, some pages torn
But it had been stuck again by someone unknown
On the bookmark a message was written
It was about life’s will to destroy what was beautiful once, now ugly and forgotten.
I started reading the book, tried to immerse deep and enjoy it
But my thoughts were occupied by the message inside
The hand written message had me in a conundrum
I wrote a message for that person
Asking the name and reason of writing such a message
Without thinking of the outcome
I kept the book in the bookshelf
In hope for an appropriate reply
And to my surprise I got one
It was an invitation to meet that person face to face
I was happy to comply
It was a café beside a railway station
I waited till evening
To my anguish the person never appeared
Keeping me in delusion
When I was leaving, I had a vary feeling
A feeling of been watched, being judged
As I entered my train. I noticed that I was all alone
Then a station came I went outside
I got astonished by the eerie silence shrilling through my bone
I started to run Panicking
I started to fear the unknown
I saw a paper flying towards me
It was the bookmark; I saw it clear
It fell before me. I went to pick it up
I fainted then and there.
I was then woken by the librarian
Was this all a dream, I question?
Then a bookmark was given to me by the librarian, the devil, the unknown
Taking my soul in return.
#Abhijit #review
It was the 1990s
The library was silent as usual
Every thing was ordinary and casual
I went for the bookrack in search of my novel
It had a bookmark inside, everything was hand written and colossal
The novel was old, some pages torn
But it had been stuck again by someone unknown
On the bookmark a message was written
It was about life’s will to destroy what was beautiful once, now ugly and forgotten.
I started reading the book, tried to immerse deep and enjoy it
But my thoughts were occupied by the message inside
The hand written message had me in a conundrum
I wrote a message for that person
Asking the name and reason of writing such a message
Without thinking of the outcome
I kept the book in the bookshelf
In hope for an appropriate reply
And to my surprise I got one
It was an invitation to meet that person face to face
I was happy to comply
It was a café beside a railway station
I waited till evening
To my anguish the person never appeared
Keeping me in delusion
When I was leaving, I had a vary feeling
A feeling of been watched, being judged
As I entered my train. I noticed that I was all alone
Then a station came I went outside
I got astonished by the eerie silence shrilling through my bone
I started to run Panicking
I started to fear the unknown
I saw a paper flying towards me
It was the bookmark; I saw it clear
It fell before me. I went to pick it up
I fainted then and there.
I was then woken by the librarian
Was this all a dream, I question?
Then a bookmark was given to me by the librarian, the devil, the unknown
Taking my soul in return.
#review #poetry #cat
GAINING A LOST GEM
Though....mistakes were made,
behaviour was changed,
tone was rude,
and so was the attitude!!
We fought and blocked and....
unblocked and again fought;
until one day realization took over
and stupidity was felt.
Indeed, we were fighting but for no worthy reason.
We were avoiding for eternal seasons....
Guilt was blaming the past as well as childishness
but still guilt was there for losing a person
kept so well!!!
Was it ego keeping away from texting a "hello"?
or was it the guilt scared to be humiliated??
Whatever it was,
destiny knew how to tie the knot!
So... here we are...again....with those friendly talks!!
Wise enough to accept the mistake
and kind enough to forgive the past.
We chatter again like those good old days forgetting the scars!!!
GAINING A LOST GEM
Though....mistakes were made,
behaviour was changed,
tone was rude,
and so was the attitude!!
We fought and blocked and....
unblocked and again fought;
until one day realization took over
and stupidity was felt.
Indeed, we were fighting but for no worthy reason.
We were avoiding for eternal seasons....
Guilt was blaming the past as well as childishness
but still guilt was there for losing a person
kept so well!!!
Was it ego keeping away from texting a "hello"?
or was it the guilt scared to be humiliated??
Whatever it was,
destiny knew how to tie the knot!
So... here we are...again....with those friendly talks!!
Wise enough to accept the mistake
and kind enough to forgive the past.
We chatter again like those good old days forgetting the scars!!!
#review
Chase me.
My soul is made of flames, seek warmth in me but never think of touching the fire
Red flames hungry to eat you but you still admire
I'm everywhere until you're close then I'm nowhere to be found
I keep running away from warmth and i love being chased around
Nobody owns me
I don't even own myself, my selves own me
You might think you finally got a hold of me
but I'll fade from between your fingers even if your grip is tight
So far way all you can do is stare at me like the stars of the night
I might be everything you see, surround your whole being
But you might be just hallucinating
Catch my scent in every place
Mind clouded of my blurry face
Search for me in the depths of the sea and the endless space
Darling that'll be our never ending race
Because I love to fly free and you like to chase
#anotheralaska
Chase me.
My soul is made of flames, seek warmth in me but never think of touching the fire
Red flames hungry to eat you but you still admire
I'm everywhere until you're close then I'm nowhere to be found
I keep running away from warmth and i love being chased around
Nobody owns me
I don't even own myself, my selves own me
You might think you finally got a hold of me
but I'll fade from between your fingers even if your grip is tight
So far way all you can do is stare at me like the stars of the night
I might be everything you see, surround your whole being
But you might be just hallucinating
Catch my scent in every place
Mind clouded of my blurry face
Search for me in the depths of the sea and the endless space
Darling that'll be our never ending race
Because I love to fly free and you like to chase
#anotheralaska