Cruelty Must die else,
The Kindness will never
Alive to save the Humanity.
when there is an act of kindness)
My head never gets quiet... It's like a constant gathering of #royal councillors with different #personalities feasting and #debating random topics around a big round wooden table. From #Calculus to the #ClassicsOfJazz and as silly as #WhyCantIEatSeaFood ... It's #noisy, #stubborn and once it gets #Curious it won't rest until I give it coherent answers!
The situation is #exhausting most of the time, especially when trying to keep up with a basic #conversation with a person right in front of your face. If by any chance your topic doesn't entertain "them", good luck keeping eye contact with me as they would have already dragged me to beyond the clouds, where they can "resume their internal #c...
What is freedom?
The contentment that you feel even at the lack of people/feelings/things that you once thought were necessary for your survival.
The happiness you feel despite lack of those people/feelings/things that were once the gravitational force holding you to your this life.
We visit places sometimes to unravel their Mysteries, but once in a while you realise that some places just walk you through yourself. In their peace and serenity, your inner voices speak louder and maybe, (I said maybe), you'll get Lucky enough to be enlightened with some Truth. With the running Water Stream, hundreds of Rivers flow inside of us with an energy that we often waste. May your rivers wash you clean... May your rivers overflow.
Please understand that I have found peace now... I don't feel the urge to fight back your never-ending wars nor the need to prove anything to anyone especially to you who knew the heart of me very well.
Nothing affects me anymore, the lies don't matter and the memories either.
The past is just a black dot at the end of a paragraph in a book that I no longer open. I have a new library with so many books waiting for me to unravel them up.
As for you, I hope you recover from the love you lost. You came to an age where you have to assume what your mouth say and what your hands do.
“I can forgive you for leaving, but not for coming back.”
how come your eyes
could still swallow up
of all that was left
of my underlying world
and how come your smile
could be so perfectly aligned
filling depths of all my voids
like a long lost jigsaw piece
Do not disturb
Break from it all
Reset button pressed
Life on pause
Sitting on the bench
Peace and tranquility
Mind at ease
Begin then repeat
Mind your words
The person you abused without any reason yesterday,
IS NOW DEEPLY PONDERING ON EVERY WORD YOU SAID..
The person you called fat yesterday,
IS STARVING FOR MORE THAN SIX HOURS TODAY..
That person you called stupid names for having many pimples..
IS TRYING TO HIDE ALL OF THEM WITH HARMFUL CHEMICALS..
That person you betrayed yesterday,
HAS NO ONE TO TALK TO NOW..
That person you called useless,
IS WORKING HARD TO FEED HIS/HER FAMILY..
That person you spread shitty rumour about,
IS FIGHTING WITH EVERYONE TO JUSTIFY HIMSELF/HERSELF..
That person you called a stoner,
IS PLEADING TO GET OVER DEPRESSION..
The girl who you called a slut,
IS CARVING FOR TRUE LOVE..
Everything you want is out there waiting for you to ask. Everything you want also wants you. But you have to take action to get it.
Letting go is not forgetting. Letting go is to remember, but with a smile.
Letting go is to feel an old self shed its way down to your ankles while you stare at your new, glistening skin.
Letting go is to love, love those very demons and memories until they become soft enough to be put to sleep.
And to love that broken open heart, not waiting to be fixed but celebrated.
Letting go is to lay with your fears, naked in your light.
Letting go is bravery, the kind that weaves you into your own hero.
Letting go is to finally see the wings you were gifted when the ground decided to throw you off.
This is what it means to truly let go.
This is what it means to knock on love’s door.
The beauty in words
Is the release it brings
It's almost like getting high
Only it's better because
When your self has so much to say
Writing each word becomes like puffing that joint and feeling the impact 100 times more
And with each puff comes peace
Comes beauty, comes closure
And really, that's all I want from life
Piecing it together to create a beautiful piece that brings you peace
small little thing
you did made
in my world..
"Happy Independence Day!" she wished him with as wide a smile as the patch on the little boy's rugged shirt, as he handed her a tricolour flag, before running off to sell another one.
I am a bit of a hoarder, i collect and surround myself with many things. Vinyl records, books, so many books, old cameras, comics, vintage surfing tshirts, the list could go on and on.
But recently i have come to realise that the most important possessions I have are my memories, the people i have known, the places i have been, and the adventures I have had.
So from now on I'm going to concentrate on collecting moments, not things, and free myself from all that materialistic STUFF!!!
Thousand layers of you
Like petals of the wildflower
Of all your petals
I could just know four
Thousand colors of the dusk
Like the sky you have wore
Of all your colors
Honey mine isn't one anymore
I'm a Night Heart..
Mingled with the melancholic thoughts
Gets Tired with the Morning Sun..
Feels Peace with the Night Moon..
Sleeps well in the Light and Shares the Love and thoughts with the Night Breeze..
Spending the Whole night with the striking Nostalgia of being the boy of a sunday haircut as Dad told and trying to smile and follow the girl with the romance I was Introduced with..
Reading the Letter I wrote 2 years back with three strikings per sentence..
Stumbling with the usage of Words to use for Expressing my Love..
I don't know how much every Person in my life knew me..
But She and You had a lot of me...
The Night Do share a Lot With Me.. The Crickets noise.. A Light Bre...