Amongst the trees and cloudsWhere everything is but a dot Nothing is blissful.My soul grazed through the clouds Played with the birds and swayed with the trees.On my way back to earth.
Never have I everFelt like this.But I guess never have i everSeen you like this.I thought I was being cleverWill I see this action through? You have met me half way.Never did I ever thinkYou would make such a move.This is a dangerous gameI am playing.I got bored of lifeSo I started playingWith people's heart. … Continue reading Monster in bed
There are moments in life when we must take a step back and observe ourselves. There are moments in our busy life that we must make intentional actions in order to be at peace with our minds.we are not machines even when the world wants us to be so, that is not what we are. … Continue reading Note to self
They say that'sA way of beingOptimisticWhen you seeThe cup as halfWay full.Let's dive in a bitDeeper shall we? You are the cup.You are half wayFull.You have a goal.You want to meetYou.You want to beLike them.So you are filledAnd undefeatable. You are never enough.You want to feel enough.You are half way full.It isn't enough.Where's your standards … Continue reading Half way full
The string thatBinds us togetherIs unseen by mostBut felt by us. Your actionsaffects us both.The string thatBinds us togetherHurts everytimeOne of us triesGoing away. You say weWere neverMet to be.That I knowAre lies.We are connectedWhy can't you see that?
Let it goThe old does notFit into the new.What is wrongWith you?Don't you likeSomething new?Are you scared? The newIs the unknown.The old is the known.But the knownAlways has an expiry date.Let it goAnd give spaceFor the new. Don't you hearThe wordsSpoken to you?They are fed upOf this versionOf you.Grow up!Grow into yourHigher self.There's nothing wrongIn … Continue reading The old into the new
What is it with lifeThat makes usHate it?Is it that we dontAppreciate it?For all the goodThat it bringsTo us?Or is it the thingsThat it throws at usThat makes usHate it? What is it?Why is it thatFor things to be goodThey first have to be bad?Why can't things justBe simple?I'll answer that questionWe don't value the … Continue reading Questions I pounder about
Our minds are filledWe're mentally stuckOn a mari-go-roundOf our past, presentand the future.We forget to liveWe forget to write. We've forcedOur mindsTo be on lockdown.We physically and mentallyOn lockdownWith much time wastedCause we neverKnew how to spendItWhen we did have it. There's no time to writeCause it's left usIt comes at arms lengthBut it runsTired … Continue reading No time to write – Instagram poem prompt