Musing of a Restless Mind
And I walk...
Struggling to run...
looking for my footprints in the sand...
Washed away... Blown away...
Sinking in the quicksand...
Hanging with the last thread...
Oh then I see...
Being carried by the wind...
Some hearts are diamonds but yours heart is stone...
Let me why ?
I still love you ...
I don't understand you !!
Are you changing ??
My journey is my life.
I miss when my steps were innocent
There was no evil in the world
All people were decent
I miss how the air was freeing
No need for money
When believing was seeing
I miss times when I wanted my mom
Friends were always nice
She was all needed to make me calm
I miss being scared of the dark
The problems were small
All the magical days at the park
I miss not having a single care
When life was too easy
Yet always saying thats not fair
I miss having it made
Never cooking a gosh darn meal
Nor worried about when I get paid
I miss not brushing one tooth
But always eating too much candy
That the true taste of youth.
I miss all the fun and had
Hate the we are all grown
The soul of you recognizes my call.
When I'm needing to be reassured you send me a sign.
Your eyes show me it all.
Our destiny is written to be together by the divine.
She considered me her storyteller but she never even tried to hear my story, the story of grief, pain & loss. All she managed to see was the smile I showed her so that she could be happy.
Why struggle with the power
When the power's actually yours
Why do you think this is a game
YOU guide THEM through the doors
Your main mistake is not to ask
You do it on your own
You're s'posed to be part of a team
Yet act like dog with bone
If this is way you want to work
Then I will take a stand
So frustration is what you want?
If not, then ask for hand
Do you not see the damage
That this backwards way creates
Foundations that many have laid
Will crumble at the gates
It does not make you better than
In fact it shows you're weak
Too worried that one might dislike
And that 'one' doesn't speak
I really do have a notorious brother. Well, ''notorious'' here does not signify he is quite
dashing and happening, but a rather mischievous one!Excluding studies he can master in all other trades. Not that he does badly in assessments, but hardly you'll find him with his books.
So, that day when I found him burying his head in his history book, I was literally taken aback. Scarce scene believe me! I tried to dash forward to inquire if he had high fever or banged his head some where, it was so unlike his behavior!
He didn't show me, I discovered his little secret later on.............
Behind his history book...the recent teen scribb...
And I know
that we are not two matching stories,
that the covers of our books
would not align
and we would have no happily ever after, but you are that one sentence
that stands out from the whole text,
that one phrase
everyone would highlight immediately
and memorize by heart
because it strikes something
deep inside of you
and expresses feelings in a way
a million words would not be able to.
When he was struggling
They laughed at me saying
"You can never make it,only few lucky people get there"
He smiled and kept moving
When he made it to the top
"It is very lonely at top"
And this time he told them
"It might be lonely,but the view from here is just amazing".
It all begins with yourself!
@basicallyiwrite \\ ig
"Think before you speak. Read before you think. " - Fran Lebowitz
Look it up.
It's a pass time.
Doesn't matter what you read, you'll always learn something.
Something small, maybe. But, still something new.
About life or about you.
Maybe you won't learn what it is,
But, you will learn what isn't.
Reading never takes,
It always adds up.
Adds up knowlegde,
Adds up happiness,
Adds up fun,
Adds up to you.
I n the beginning
N ever think about the outputs
C are about the work you do
E xpect less
P en your mistakes
T ime matters
I mpediments are obvious
O bserve the experienced,
but remember that
N othing is permanent.
What is this magic you weave...
With every touch, you set my skin aflame...
I guess that was your intention all along...
What is this spell you have cast...
With every word, you say, " spoken from the heart", sends my heart racing...
I guess that was what you intended from the start...
They say," actions speak louder than words..."
You say the right words, at times,
Do the right things...
But I feel unloved, untouched,
Undesired and invisible...
When you don't throw me a few crumbs ,
To say, " I haven't forgotten you exist."
What is this desperation and need I'm feeling????
Is it love or some kind of control you have gained on me...
My mind is a chaotic mess,
My heart is a turmoil of ...
You left and then came back
Then you left again and again
Your steps imprinted on the tracks
Drops fell to form my forever rain
Were the beats of my loving heart
Just a game to a runner like you?
You had continued from the start
And boy! That's the truth
When I cry, it's just as hopeless
For the wandering of your soul
Maybe you probably never noticed
All you do is drop and roll
You left and then came back
Then you left again and again
Your wandering steps awoke the tears
That falls when you leave again and again
#SkylarkChallenge-6th June, 2016
You Get A New VISITOR..
Ushering Boutonnieres Of Hopes!!
You Fortify Your DISTURBED Mind, And Rejuvenate The Day!!
You See This PASSIVE World As They Seem, But Not More!!
First Ride Says..
TRAVEL The Dusty Paths..
To Achieve Your Ambitions!!
The Day's First Wake-up Call Teaches A Whole Lot Than It Seems!!
One fine day, one of my friends asked me what is the perfect way to keep a girl happy. I laughed on his statement and remarked very confidently, that even girls don't know what makes them happy! Strange, isn't it?
Yet i answered him my style,
Wanna have a look?
"Sweep her off her feet,
Say it on repeat.
You love her till eternity,
With utmost sincerity.
No one knows a perfect date,
But there is no time to wait.
Take her out, make her smile,
Walk with her miles and miles.
Hold her hand and never let it go,
Be a gentleman and take a bow.
Kiss her sweet, hold her tight,
Be with her, every night.
Share with her all your talks,
Be it at home or on your long walks.
A lovely little girl was holding two apples with both hands.
Her mum came in and softly asked her little daughter with a smile, "My sweetie, could you give me one of your two apples?"
The girl looked up at her mum for a few seconds and suddenly took a quick bite on one apple, and then quickly on the other.
The mum felt the smile on her face freeze. She tried hard not to reveal her disappointment.
Then the little girl handed one of her bitten apples to her mum and said, "Mumma, take this. This is the sweeter one. "
No matter who you are, how experienced you are, and how knowledgeable you think you are, always delay judgement. Give others the privilege to explain themselves. Wh...
I don't know if I'm just weird, but you know the feeling of flying own your own?
I feel that way sometimes when I play the piano or draw;
like when I play the piano I sometimes feel like the piece tells me a story and I start imagining a rabit or another time a hospital.
It feels like flying, letting go of reality. However as soon as I notice it, I fall down, back to reality. It's pretty strange, but it feels like I'm learning to fly, but I'm not quite ready yet...
You're supposed to be fun.
You're supposed to be relaxing.
Unfortunately for me,
You were neither.
It was supposed to be one hour.
One hour of walking.
Instead it turned into eight.
Eight hours without talking.
The woods, the streets.
We've seen it all.
But without a phone,
There was nobody to call.
Finally a farmer came along.
He laughed and laughed.
"Eight hours of walking?
You all must be strong! "
He offered us a ride.
And took us home.
There we all sat together.
Laughing the night away.
But never ever, ever, ever..
Will we travel like that again.