|Lost in void.Uncertain human. Cross me only if you are up for honesty. I prefer your scattered thoughts than your misleading poetry.|
I hate humans
but you look like
Hate is strong but your beauty is so intense that hate doesn't even deserve to be a word!
Boy asked "Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?"
Rolling her eyes with a disgust and faking a smile she said "No! It didn't actually"
"That's because you landed in my heart" replied the boy.
This time she didn't fake the smile.
Man can break into highly encrypted message of enigma but not a woman's mind as it undergoes perpetual mutation of thoughts.
leads to hypocritical actions
I want to write a book.
But I always pen down after writing few lines and my pen will be down for a long time(for months together)
I am not able to find the initiation of writing a story.I always procrastinate which I regret later.
I keep finding excuses for delaying it.
Anybody has any advice to overcome my uncertain and ambiguous state of mind?
We are emotional beings living in a preconceived pragmatic world we built unaware of its illusion.
Emotions make us humane.
But to survive in a world driven by capitalists and change makers we need to have a logical approach.
Emotions can lead to bias and partiality. So we developed a system which is true to everyone and has certain logical restrictions on everything.
But eventually emotional aspect of our life started taking back seat as we are so intensely involved in the survival.
As always we can find an antidote. I propose emotional intelligence which can maintain a balance between our emotional well-being and logical approach. It is an ability to be aware of, control one's emotions an...
I want fame.
I want eyes on me.
I want gratification.
I want acceptance.
I want reputation.
I want stature.
I want glory.
I don't want to walk down the path which leads to them.
"It's my life.I just want to live as I wish."
Which supposed to be a simple individual prerogative rather requires a rebellious act and courageous heart to get it sanctioned.
He is used to giving.
He forgot how to not care.
He forgot how to not be responsible.
He is unaware of his sacrifice.
He is blind to his needs.
All for me.
He is my father.
Isn't it amusing that people always look for the author name to validate the words rather than to acknowledge the words for what they are!
Isn't it a direct attack on their ability to ponder over a thought and have a individual stand on it!
What is more important?
Who is showing it or what is being shown?
The point of it all was to find a purpose to wake up every single morning!
I don't understand your poetry,I understand your feelings.
I don't judge your actions,I understand your compulsion.
I don't get upset with you,I understand your anger.
I don't ask for clarifications,I understand your confusions.
I don't feel left out,I understand your priorities.
I don't feel less important,I understand your big dreams.
But you don't understand when I go through what you went through.
Why do we say nice things to people which we don't mean ?
Why do we wish people a prosperous life when we are the one who gets insecure and jealous when they prosper?
Why is there a desperate need for gratification?
Why is that we pretend to admire their success while secretly hoping they make mistakes?
Why is that we don't believe people when they say nice things, admire our success, wish us a prosperous life?
Sometimes, I wonder whether we evolved to masquerade!
Getting out of control while trying to control things imbalances the whole equation of having control.
She was the one who gave my life a purpose.
She was the one responsible for the treasure I found.
She was the one who taught me how to protect my treasure.
She was the one who had to leave for the actions of my immaturity.
I opened my treasure to atleast feel her presence in it.
It was empty.
She was the treasure!
I want to do something to change something in my life.
The depressing part is I don't exactly know what those somethings are!!!
They are not letting me live my life as I used to live before something had happened to me.
I wish something would happen to help me realise what those somethings are!!
I wish I was someone!
When they do it,it's hypocrisy.
When we do it,it's way of life.
Amusing how we console ourselves.