Take trains ad rides
To places unknown
And watch the scenes
go by
Walk roads in day
You,alone
And think of the reasons
why
Travel a path
of uncharted land
and set yourself
free
After all,
like they say
“Fais de ta vie un rêve,
et d’un rêve,une réalité.”
“Make your life a dream,and a dream
a reality”
A lone mind,
and a solitary heart,
Strewn with stars that fall
from the heavens
Fathomless
Quiscent and tranquil
with vestiges of sapphire
Infinite and elegant
yet unfaithful and malignant
Is the Ocean
Music.
Childhood memories floating in your mind
Cures for sadness,healing for pain
The words of a song,spinning around you,
impaling daggers in your heart,
letting the sentiment pour out.
An escape from the reality you’re living in,
Escape from problems,sadness,and the truth.
The only thing that stays,
When everything and everyone else is gone.
The passion and love you put into a piece
A track replaying in the back of your mind,
Reminding you of a certain time.
Music isn’t about playing what’s put in front of you
It’s the voice of your soul,
the beat of your heart,
the breath in your lungs,
the movement in your arms,
Your very existence itself.
As said,
When words fail,
music speaks.
It’s been too long beneath this tree
Too long for lovers to live apart
Too long his face I yearn to see
Yet his memory lives in my heart
I grieve another day on this island in the sea.
The King of Lanka stole from me
Stole my freedom in disguise
Stole me away so I might agree
To a marriage I would despise
I fear another day on this island in the sea
I hold to the hope in my heart
Hope that he will search for me
Hope that we aren’t torn apart
By the cruel hand of destiny
I hope no other day on this island in the sea.
Negativity and downfall,
Glass half empty
Progress and success,
Glass half full.
It’s almost as simple as that.
Life is a glass.
The water? Your thoughts.
Your satisfaction,your goals
The glass is empty.
Pour in the water,and leave it there.
You? you are happy.Everything is going as it should
But then again,the world doesn’t revolve around you,does it?
Nothing is perfect
Life,is most definitely not perfect.
Life is made of choices.
At some point of time,you tend to get thirsty.
It’s not a flaw,no its not.
It’s a very natural instinct,taking action when your spirits run low.
Water is now drunk.
What does that mean?
Downfalls
Good things,they are.
Mistakes give you an opportunity to learn what no one else will teach you.
You get to experience it firsthand,and eventually,you’ll learn to never repeat the mistake
So can that count as a flaw?
It depends on the situation.
Look at the bigger picture,
Your whole life is a glass of water.
You,are the one who gets to choose when to take action.
So is the glass half empty or half full?
Almost simple,I said
That’s up to you.
Appearance doesn’t matter,said she,
A person is truly not what you see
Attitude,heart,a soul and mind ,
Qualities that leave wealth behind
Innocence,beauty,and being natural inside,
A mind full of thoughts with nothing to hide
A personality of kindness,courage and heart,
Carries bonds of benevolence that cannot fall apart
These are qualities in people we see everyday,
In judgement,we often get carried away
She said ‘I can confidently say,without any doubt,
That we all have a history which we think about?
Of us judging and shaping people’s lives,
We put their emotions and feelings aside.
A loud murmur arose from the crowd,
Everyone agreed,it couldn’t be allowed
And when they went back,on their ride home
The feeling of guilt wouldn’t leave them alone
And that day,they did discover
To never judge a book by its cover
I gasped
And looked around
The room? Blurry
Unfocused,almost.
I was lying down
On a table or bed of some sort
Two metal rods ran parallel on
Either side of the bed
My clothes felt light
Hospital robes
I was in an operating room
There was nobody there
Just me
And the tools that cut me open
No sign of life.
I slowly arose my
Legs still on the table
Carefully,
The floor was cold
I stumbled to the door
And dragged my foot
It was dead weight
The light behind the door
Bright
More surgical tables
A corridor
A reception desk
I was still standing at the door
Not knowing what to do
Confused,
I took a left
Another door
I opened it
Ah,the main room
Where the patients entered
And exited
There was a staircase
And there were people
Familiar people
I saw the loved ones
I saw the hurt ones
And thats all I saw
I asked why I was here
They told me I was dead
They told me this was afterlife
I looked around
No
A hospital isn’t a suitable place
I prayed
I believed I wasn’t dead
There were people
With Hope
Who were waiting for me
I was sitting in the chasm of Death
I sat down
My back against the wall
And then He spoke
Take a chance,He said
Take a chance while you have one
A moment with your beloved is all you will get,
If you stay here
I did not know who He was,
But I trusted him
I was going to thank Him
He had disappeared
I sat in silence,not knowing what to do
Then the ground trembled
Earthquakes
Thats why I was here
An earthquake
The tables shook
Violently
The floor caved in
I fell
The pit was deep
But the pit was never there
Darkness
Then light
I opened my eyes
I was alive.
| Tenebrous,yet full of life Enigmatical and undependable Filled with shouts of trepidation,a prey well caught Flashing with vibrant colors, Nature’s home Woods |
The ghosts of our past that always haunt us,
Challenges that constantly taunt us
Memories which never last
Times which go by so fast
Moments that freeze in time,
Lines that never seem to rhyme
Bright clouds which never thunder
Minds which never stop to wonder
Windows with a gruesome view,
Friendships that aren’t right for you
Small impressions that last forever,
People with no want or endeavour
Lessons which drive you ahead
Words you wish you never said
A list of regrets that never end,however
The memories of childhood last forever
God of Words and broken things 