The path to success is arduous,
Not for the weak and pompous.
It takes a heart of steel to endure,
Supplemented by love to ensure.
To go through the darkness before the sunrise,
One must fervent with desire never to compromise.
The sudden onset of nostalgia is very hard to deal with, it makes you remember the best parts of you life and it makes you confront the fact that those serenading moments will remain in the past.
You remember the exuberant laughter of your childhood, the serene music of your guitar or the first time you walked with your past love and the inexorable reality that it won't happen again. It makes me forget that there are new memories to be made which will be remembered by me in the future. It's kinda vexing but I guess I also need to learn to embrace this feeling.
You won't find a more lethargic person than me, my room is always cluttered with needless things but there is one object I hold dear. It's the one I can't let go. It's utility is notable but it isn't the reason. For me it holds an emotive force. My mother gave it to me when my father died, as a keepsake. People look at it time and again daily. The more busy you are the more you need it. People developed it so that it can be placed anywhere easier to look. Gambling houses and casino's don't have it, to keep you in longer. Can you guess the item?
Tonight I feel the weight of my emotions upon me, for a long time I neglected them and for a long time I didn't need them. I thought that working hard and making a life was more important and I guess it really is. I completed college, got a lucrative job and diligently secured my future but now after 25 years of my life passed in these endeavours, I feel hollow. It comes and goes intermittently some nights. In these nights I have nothing to do but wish for the simple things and try to imagine a future where I didn't let her go, where I pursued the musical career with keyboard and where I didn't forget my "friend in need" for my studies. I remember her most. I chose my life and it is not over ...
She had waited for this moment for years. And now it had finally arrived. She opened her eyes and the light flooded her eyes. The glaze dispersed and the faint blur of colours filled in. The objects took shape and the faces became clearer. It was the first sight she had ever seen and she wanted to catch every little detail. A month ago when she heard that the operation is finalized she couldn't wait to see the world but inadvertently she had to. It was a long month, much like an year particularly hard for her husband but now as she saw his gleaming happy face her euphoria became boundless. All she wanted to do was to see her husband's smiling face every day for the rest of her life.
Each and every person deserves fundamental education till 18 years of age. I firmly believe in this statement. Although the somewhat rudimentary, this statement encompasses what the most standard of requisite for a educated society or at least it's foundation but getting that prerogative to all is somewhat elusive. Even when major economies in the world has regarded education as the fundamental right illiteracy still looms.
So the way forward must not just comprise of unilateral money pumping but must be multi pronged to create awareness and activeness. This is to counter the most pernicious foe of education, that is fallacy of the education system.
He ran for the bus. And barely made it. He sat down and looked around, when his eyes met hers. She smiles candidly but with a sort of familiarity. He couldn't recognise her and his mind was filled with intrigue. He smiled back nonetheless but quickly retrieved his eyes. He felt uneasy that this was the end of this encounter. This felt anticlimactic and rather dull given that maybe it could have transpired into something more but he told himself not to be delusional. He stared back at the girl she was looking out the window but her gaze averted back to him and she made that amicable face that old friends make with each other. Something over took control of this body and he took the empty seat...
As I woke up I realized that the clock had broken, I picked it up and saw the clock hands still. I walked to the window and pulled up the curtains to let the light in, this amazing sight enthralled me. All had become still, the people on the street, the cars and even the birds mid-flight. This was a present, a pleasant one. I decided to make a list of the things to do before the phenomenon seized. I wouldn't want to make permanent changes as I would still like to continue my life as usual, so I decided to swim the lake that I saw everyday then have a lunch at the highest point in town(if the oven or stove is still working). I would go to the classy places I couldn't afford to, also drive the ...
I am quite enthusiastic about literature and would read anything just to quench my daily thirst of a good read, but finding a decent spot to read is hard. I've tried the bed which is not ideal for sitting, the sofa which is too restrictive for movement and the weird ,on the floor/against the furniture. I realized that it's not the posture but the place that denied me the pleasure. Now I take my books during my morning jog and after the run when I am exhausted I sit, leaning on a tree and immerse myself in my books while slowly relaxing my breath under the caress of nature. That is now my favourite spot to read
He wanted nothing more than her love. To just hold her and love her. Unfortunately for him the time was running low, to make his move now was urgent. She summons the devil and began chanting Greek rhymes. He fell in love with the girl he came to exorcise but if he gotten rid of the demon would she be the same girl he fell in love with. Confused but incumbent, he recited the last words as he condemned the demon and his love.
I saw a dream last night,
The one I always have at the end of a long day;
We weary eyes I question my sight,
As I see my dead daughter with the sky gray.
The stillness spread across the cemetery,
Was broken by faint footsteps of the bride;
She strolled to the grave unwary,
With eyes dried so long has she cried.
I always fret that I am late to the bench but he always arrives after me. I started visiting this park a year ago but I noticed him 3 months ago. He always follows the same routine maybe he is busy and is overly adherent to his schedule. He always sits here and always on time. At first I thought that maybe he was interested in me, but he never talks or even looks my way, I mean why would he since I am overweight and simple. I always immerse myself in my sketches. But I wish he would talk to me, he sits for at least half an hour and doesn't say as much as a "hi". Maybe he has a girlfriend and I don't even compare, but I wish I was a bit more beautiful and confident enough to instigate a t...
I always make it to the park at 5:30 am, that way I can run a whole lap around the park and reach the bench just after she arrives. This bench has been the highlight of my last 3 months. I don't know her name but I am sure I have fallen for her. She always carries her notebook with her to draw as she sits here, I want to talk to her but she won't like me, so I am making myself more presentable by exercise and maybe one day she will look at me like I look at her and we'll talk. until then I'll keep running.