Can not see,
A dark, wooden path is ahead of me.
Frozen by the fear of what lies ahead,
my body seems, lifeless to me.
My past has taught me, to be precise,
trust not feelings; but look inside.
But today,
This tiny beep of hope is unheard.
My nerves revolt, and instincts blurred,
aimless, hopeless I stand Stupefied.
We are running before time, so instead of analysing and staring problem direct in the eye, we want automatic solution, quote is one of such method.
What is quote?
According to Wikipedia : “A quotation is the repetition of a sentence, phrase, or passage from speech or text that someone has said or writte“.
now why do we need someone else’s saying?
Because we want to learn from their experiences,isn’t it?
It’s human nature to look up to other. Well there is Quote, that does miracles, and when I say, I mean it.
Here it is…
Many of us might have watched, Will Smith starrer movie: ‘ pursuit of happiness’. Here the main character achieves his dreams, by his will power.
You would say it’s a movie! Fine, Have you heard about Michael Jackson, the legendary;or Bruce Lee? What would you say now?
i accept they worked hard, but do you think you can do it without will power? Damn No!
Will power is the coal inside a person, that resists fire turning off!
It’s a very powerful weapon, whose possessor can get whatever he desires(should be for mankind, of course!)
However one must know, just having will power is not enough, you need to be determinant to find your way.
You must :Be Willing To Will.
“Empires built and destroyed,
Napolean to king Suleiman;
Discovery of fire to firing battleground.
For they became the ‘ Heroes of Man’;
Who sang this anthem song:
Where there is a will, there is a way
Where there is a will, there is a way
…”.
There was a girl,
Full of innocense,
believed her dreams.
A warrior prince, she was hoping for;
Who fights her miseries;
Takes her far:
In a world of peace, love and joy,
There was a fire, sudden at night.
Her room was locked,
Her parents cried, help!
Yet that girl, sat and smiled.
She waited, doing nothing.
When the door opened,
She was bemoaned.
Sitting by the window,
Waiting for that prince.
Closing the door,
Not crying anymore!
What a dark imagination she had!
Once what made her happy,
Today, killed her crappy.
What a believe, fated to ashes!
A utopian fantasy!
I declare!
Mesmerized:
by the precious gems, and jingles;
of my crown.
Many of you, raised brows and frowned.
You might be:
counting the stars of my sky, shining, much above; your ever did.
Agony of non- fulfilment might have caused:
you, bemoaning of theft.
And,
Less adamant you might be,
knowing:
Thorns in my crown
Those sleepless night, of countless efforts;
I made.
Eyes swollen, hand shivering;
body crying, “rest in need! “.
Dare I avoid!
Those Bating down.
I made those stars: glittery;
Brushing: time and time.
When you were resting, I at quest.
I choose those jwels from mine of bravest:
With armour of will, passion and writ.
Look the mockery of time,
Yet you question thorns of crown!
I adore it, from the day; I was born.
Blessed was I: to have the God.
To have mercy, to show a path.
Loved I was, it worked out, fruited sweet with dozens light.
But,
Here you go, doubting my sword!
I challange!
Wear your bestest, carry your sharpest;
Hold your shoulder tight!
Fight,
Have these scorns!
If you win,
You can own :
“This bleeding crown”.
Markets are crowded, stores decorated.
People: wearing nice clothes; seems in a hurry.
She wondered, “why?”
They say, “it’s new year eve! “.
” What’s that?”, she questioned?
“It’s celebrating togetherness, prosperity, love! “, They replied.
“Ah! That’s so”;
“It’s stupid, “, ” It’s expensive! “,
she muttered.
It’s midnight;
“It’s new year eve! “, people shouted.
Excitement, filled in air reaches her ear.
Out of window, she looked outside.
Black night with colourful sky,
Different fireworks, amazing sounds.
she smiled,
” Could it be?
My brother, seeing the same, in far land,
How he is now, it’s been years, we met.
Could it be?
my mother, have time, of her work; watch this glittering ‘thing’,
I guess.
Could it be?
my father, watching with me!
It’s too near from the sky”.
“Yet, all these are;
only in my thoughts.
I can think, but can’t feel.”
“This enthusiasm, I saw in others.
People making crazy faces;
Out of joy, with their love”.
“How lovely,
if we were together, holding hands, just like them.
I will share, my yesterday’s saved bun.”
“Of course, soup, i stole from bin,
Even little, it will fill our hear!
Of togetherness, of love”.
” Different I am,
with the rest”, “who celebrate eve”.
For her it’s eve-il,
which reminds her:
Loneliness;
Dark, silent, empty heart;
Mournful tears.
Yet,
hope in memories.
Couching her body, to avoid cold from the winter breeze;
coming with the eves songs;
silently from the cracked hole, of window.
smiling!, she goes to sleep:
“Next Eve-il“
“May be!”, “mine new years eve! “.
How does it feel, when only you are left behind your friends and colleagues have a career to boast about!
How does it feel, when you are alone those you loved, became someone else’s beloved!
How does it feel, when it’s 2 Am and whole world has slept, but you can’t!
How does it feel, when you become a question for yourself! and you don’t know why?
And how does it feel, when you don’t even know, what you feel
?
From the moments of now,since we begun,
Know me.
when I get afraid of ghosts, after watching night horror movie.
Talk to me.
When I fail, and everyone shuts their door of encouragement to me.
When I am upset because my monthly mood swings is intolerable to others,
Be with me,
When everyone raises their brows on my character and being;
When I have noone to trust, but many to question,
Have faith in me.
When I am old, not pretty anymore;
When I am on my; verge of end, and the god of Death is about to strike his last stroke,
When my dear ones are gone, and I am about so,
Hold me,
When I am done, and you live your own;
When time has passed, and your memory is about to fade,
Remember me
Deep to your heart,
Love me…
Back then; decision I made,
dire were circumstances;
Blurred were Indications.
Has been not this sociological concepts came into practice;
You might not have been gone.
The horrendous battle between, the two beloved.
Worse were to choose, worst to let one go.
Who was ashamed, whom one insulted,
A question, just; both disappointed.
Now, that i see you, happy and peaceful;
Maybe,
Worthy thou decided, worthy thee decision.
Of all those chaos,
I quest:
Who at win, who at loss.
Life is amazing, isn’t it,
It has its own beats and drums.
Neither too straight, nor full of curves;
It’s a combo of both, with unequal amount.
The time when are at the top of sky, somehow we fall to the ground;
And when, we are at the bottom of our verge it’s gives us a sudden kick.
We spend long sleepless nights, just to wonder, what’s happening with us.
And sometimes we ask the astrologists to just predict for us,
But it doesn’t matter, we are never ready to welcome our life as it is.
Predicting is just another way to manipulate the reality, in our own bases.
Human existence along with others have been based on life, yet most of us, sometimes, just decide to quit.
What a wastage of the creator, if any; his time and wine.
Yet, no matter what one applies, this science of life is beyond common sense.
Sometimes it’s about pain and joy; sometimes it’s about mirth and coy.
Aren’t we in love with movies and drama of our favorite actors,
Can we imagine, if the life is same, then it’s a question; are we justifying with character we have got!
shortisokay 