No matter where you go.
What you do. How you express and how it affects you.
In the end, everything works for the best.
"Hope" is a mere thing to keep.
I am hardcore believer of infinite things.
It's hard to contemplate and sometimes it feels impossible to achieve anything of substance
Amidst the temptations of modern luxury
Distractions of social media
The Insecurities that tail us everywhere
The entrepreneurial society that subsides our hopes to nothingness
The human flaws and personal glitches
The incessant social media bombardment plummeting our dreams to dust
Our path is never straight
Sometimes we may lose our way
Paths are created by walking
Heres to the crazy ones. The rebels, the misfits, the troublemakers, the round heads in the square holes, the ones who see things differently, they're not fond of rules and they have no respect for the status quo. You can quote them, disagree with them, glorify or vilify them, the only thing you cant do is ignore them. Because they change things, they push the human race forward, and while some may see them as the crazy ones, we see genius. Because the people who are crazy enough to think they can change the world, are the ones who do!
Dont spend your life looking for answers
For the best part
There are none
Spend your life looking for the right questions to ask
It is these
That will set you free!
Everyone wants to open one door
And that door
(Everyone looks for)
You know what door is that?
It is the door of success
Which can be opened by a key
Of passion, hard work, struggle
If you do this
Your success door will be
opened in this life.
I spent so many years dwelling on the past.
Wondering how I could have done things differently.
Been a better husband, boyfriend, friend, person.
But I cant live there anymore.
I have to live in the now.
I just pop back from time to time, for reference.
Life isnt fair to us all the time,
Life doesnt start at zero for all,
Some are born with a silver spoon,
Some born craving for atleast a meal a noon.
While its worse when its only rags for one,
The one in riches has no reason to not spend it all.
I often envy those who have the best at thier feet,
A lot of us struggle everyday, on our feet.
While some may say, hardwork is route to success,
Many of us spend all our lives working hard,
Hardwork not always takes us where we want to,
But have we got any other option to seek to?
A billion of us sapiens in this world,
Each in a world of their own troubles,
Working hard, working all their might,
We falter, alter and cater to needs around us,
Has hardened over the years. It went from innocence to mystery to misery.
This skin, has lived through times. This skin, has lightened, darkened, shaded and scarred overtime.
This skin, cannot be replaced; changed or reversed. I am what I've lived. I am what I've seen.
I am what I've touched, I am what I've done..
This skin, tells stories. This skin, gives vibes and history to those looking upon me.
This skin, is a road map of me. This skin, cannot be denied, transformed or unhinged.
No matter how hard I may have tried to hide. My skin will always expose me.
This skin, has and will always be writing history until the day I die. I cannot change what my skin has endured.
I hope she tells you
What you want to hear.
I hope she says yes
To your invitation of love.
I hope that she is everything
You are to me.
And if she turns you away,
I hope you know
That you and me are no longer
A possibility.~E.M. Fraser
I hope that one day I'll able to smile and say "I'm fine"..and mean it
A letter for the one that I love in the distance.
I have to keep walking forward
leaving you behind,
your beautiful mind and your precious heart
have captivating my soul,
and it has stealing my heart,
and it took my last breath with you.
I wish that everything is different,
but sadly is not ,
we have everything in our side
to be together,
but that means we have to loose
everything that we have built for years
so in that way we can start once again.
If I tell you that I need just for once
thats a lie, you're the type of person
that you need to keep close to you forever in your life.
A strange mortal with a beautiful mind.
So many memories in a short time,
so many laughs, so many co...
Narrated Ibn 'Abbas: that the Messenger of Allah ﷺ said: "Love Allah for what He nourishes you with of His Blessings, love me due to the love of Allah, and love the people of my house due to love of me."
-Jami`at-Tirmidhi, Vol. 1, Book 46, Hadith 3789
Breathing into this glass
Fogging it up more and more
Making it more resistant.
I sit still as the whole world goes passed.
Going mad because I cant believe that no one has extended a thought but why would they if they
Not knowing that the hammer was in my hand.
Not knowing that my bare fist could never break through because this glass was so much stronger than I was but man...
How I clenched my fists every time pain came by to say "Hi" and I was too engulfed to feel the handle.
Dreaming everything would one day fade.
Not knowing that I was awake.
Tormented by my own silence belittled by the voice of shame I was blind to the love that came.
That always called me by my name ...
Found myself alive at the strangest time
high on the prospect of optimism
surprised by the strength of an identity
only evident in the most recent of memories
and I wonder if all this newfound joy
was always one of the possibilities
if I could have sheltered here
throughout the raging storms
It's funny in a way
the things we allow ourselves to really see
when we pull back from the immediate
focus on the mural as a whole
not the errant brushstroke anxiety
You painted meadows with your words
Infused light into tribulations
Promised spectrums of enigma
Built castles of change
You carved cauldrons of faith
Created tapestries of hope
Encouraged incandescent vigour
Orchestrated specks of resurrection
Now the flowers in your meadow are scorched
Light from your lantern fades out
In darkness no spectrum is seen
Your castles of change, disrupt the foundation of everything you built
Your cauldron, within which I seethe.
Your tapestries use my texture for tenacity
Your incandescence blinds me
Your unmasking grounds me
But you too Brutus?
If you suddenly find yourself without a parent, and if it is now up to you to raise yourself, then read the following words carefully.
If you think that no one will ever understand you, you are right.
If you think that you are different, that what has happened has changed you forever, you are right.
If you think that you can no longer trust an 'adult', you are right.
I know you are bursting at the seams with all these questions. I know it seems like you are literally falling apart everywhere and your hands are too small to grab at the million pieces you find yourself in. I know your first instinct is to push away anyone who cares - or pretends to. That's your surv...