The moon is within me and so is the sun.With everything in me, I still feel empty. My silence is my strength and The ignorance, a bliss.
Sometimes, I just wonder what Am I born for. What is my purpose in this life? What am I doing and what am I suppose to be doing? Life changes everything. Life is a bitch but we make it more difficult I feel.
I feel I make it more difficult by expecting little things from others. Expectations hurts. It actually kills.
Life is actually not that good!
Its not that easy to understand nor does it makes you think of the possibilities.
Yesterday, It was one of those days wer i feel like even i need a hug and a shoulder to cry bt i am all alone pretending to be strong n holding up my tears n now spitting everything out to a person who can hardly do anything but listen but even that feels great. Sorry but sometimes i forget that I shouldn’t expect anything from anybody, not even wen their actions speaks that you can. I don’t know if i can reflect a pint of what i want to say. But what I actually did what to sum up is, “Life is all that you have never thought of, it is totally an alien.”
You’re breathing now, you might be dead another moment. Whatever you’re doing, just pause. Take a snooze and smile for everything you have ever had or lived in. Those were your jewels to live by rather than sitting over the pile up stones of bad people and memories. Go kiss yourself, kiss your palm, love yourself. That’s not wrong at all. Show your skin a little bit of love that it deserves.
When no one is ready to love you or say when it is not the phase you are feeling adored, love yourself.
Why should I live silently,
When I can be echoed around?
Why should I remain still,
When I can fly even from ground?
Ability to sacrifice,
Ability to grow,
Ability to innervate,
It’s only me born with ability to create.
Hiding behide the rituals,
Till when will I be?
Killing all my dreams,
Till when will I do?
Ideas to concur,
Ability to withstand,
Ability to smile with tears,
It’s only me born with simplicity to create.
Struggling through the emotions,
Born with her own confusions,
There are questions to her solutions,
But she lives with lots of devotions.
Giving new hights in social world,
Still lives in the desert and dull,
Happiness prevails and spread around,
Deep her sorrows are underground.
She dresses herself with textile of roses,
Hiding the prickles and frozzes,
Living also will pills of doses,
With heavy heart on bed she coses.
Enlightened within the souls,
She seems as if the goddess falls,
On the ground, she never crawls,
She dies only with the emotional shawls.