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