If someone tries to bring you down, through words of poison , through thoughts of hell. Will you react the same way back ? pour hay to the burning flames ? If you do , it won’t work , it will build a grudge , no heaven. It will only leave you in sin ,no power or solace. It is important to know ...
The warmth, the desire, the need to get attached for something , for someone . It comes from the moment of existence , to the moment of leaving. That yearning for happiness, which lies as an interval between the two moments. How foolish are we to think that it means something? Yet, we yearn for it , we fight for it ...
You wonder around Like a lost soul Trying to find a light at the end of darkness. Then you find her Standing by the wayside Alone , hungry and looking for compassion. You hold her hand and take her into your world Showing her a world, she never expected And then you fall in love, like a blooming flower As the souls find their peace within each other. ,
It was a difficult decision . That made me realize that I can make decisions that could change other people’s lives. The decisions was to be me when the going was getting tough. when the turbulences in life took toll from the realistic expectations and calmness. This decision changed how I looked at things. It made me realize that there are many options ...
It was irrational behavior , he might have thought. Yet loving her is the only thing he only wanted to do. Although she belonged to someone else. He knew he couldn’t have her. Taste her at his own wish. The only thing he could do is look from far and appreciate her beauty. and “believe ” he is in love ...
I see you in my dreams everyday. Even though you are still around, you are still far away. Your eyes talking to mine in the dark, in day light , both eyes are shut. The memories linger, it haunts me like a ghost , every day and every night. Dear Father, I miss you , even though you are so close to me. is it fate ? or is it reality? I will never know. All I know is one thing. I love you..
If my thoughts are heartless, then you are the convict of creating them. Those illusions drove me to the depend of emotions. It created anxiety, it created a wrath that began as a seed and grew into a poison tree. You made me who I am today. For that, I am going to say to you. “THANKS!!! “
I sorted out some problems within With some alcohol And some foreplay with my heart strings It worked for a while Until I broke down With musings of the past Haunting and hunting me down Am I confused? I believe I am Or I am crazy? I don’t know about that This life was one, that I thought I could ...
The mind is a devil’s workshop encompassed by skin , morals and learning’s. Yet the devil does come out from time to time, gluing itself on souls without a warning. Generating dark emotions , desires and thoughts. Yet, we control ourselves, willingly or unknowingly. This defines the reason why life is a mystery, Our mind doesn’t know what it does sometimes . So the question arise. ...
Heart yearns for your warmth again. A touch of your hand, the hearing of your voice , calling me “son”. The look in your eyes and your unconditional , loving smile. The soul yearns for all of that. Yet, time has turned tables on us and we remain detached , even though we are very close to each other. Life ...
This heart deserves some solace; some peace. Yet, it is weathering a storm, bears poison of pain, blossoming anger , frustration , jealousy and all the rest of the particles that leads to demise. Why do we have a heart anyway? When in the end it is meant to be broken? Why do we try to safe guard it? When ...
Waking up is not easy. when you feel that you are asleep , even when you are awake. Eyes covered with dust and pain that breaks ounces of the heart into pieces, bit by bit, time after time. You hear the outside voices screaming ” get up now, wake up now” . Yet, you end up in sleep with eyes ...
Breaking bones , to build a life. A life born in coincidence. Like a miss of a bullet, like an apple that was never meant to be born, but fell down from a tree, frozen. The same life is trying to find existence. Identify the purpose, forgetting the past and the lies that has covered it like an anaconda as it ...
If life is about change in seconds, then that change is unbearable. it is haunting, it is hurting. change will eventually happen. Yet the burning of souls cannot be recovered. It is a sickness of patience. We try to pretend we have , but in reality we don’t have it at all. We live with the storm inside our hearts and minds
if a picture can talk , it can talk a book of stories . Stories of us which defined our lives. The happy moments as well as the difficult times. Frozen but alive, the memories will last a long time The colors might fade, but the history of will remain.
All the time , the murmurs in the background , hurts my soul. The dust seems to keep me blindfold. Thinking, it is reality you need to accept . You cannot runaway from it. You cannot deny it. You need to live with it all. It hurts, it pains , but it is also a way of contentment. Remember what you have , forget what you have lost. After all in the end, nothing will remain the same.
The memories, the joyous , wonderful memories.. Haunting, they are haunting the present mind and soul Tearing , tearing knowing that you cannot have them back Linger, the memories linger… bringing pain and sorrow cutting your heart like a knife..