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!
I, wish to escape; this reality so harsh. Run into a world of peace and solace. Harmony, love blows with the wind. Not a shiver of fake and sin.
Fading miseries, this survival instinct.
Just for once; if I could.
Sit on the sideway bridge, that stands in the middle of town. Clear sky and a garden nearby. Swans and swarms; goats and geese. All around; what a world to choose!
There, my Prince; neatly robed. just as water: clean and pure. My heart races; with smile of his: fast, “millionth of time”. .
A house: that can be Home. Families, friends; all close. Sharing success, losses all. none alone, but all along.
A night, never seen: glittering so beautiful . A calm, breeze caressing my face. Long, comforting lullaby; far from the woods.
Ah! Such lively this life looks: safe, secure and full of hope. Such catching, to my heart, even in dream, I dare not elope.
Wait, what! Why this bustling sound I hear! It shall not be real, I begin to fear.
Oh! My heart! My mind! Begin to tremble . It’s day of eleven, seventh of week.
Me at night, up at high; exploring this beauty; creative, Almighty. What thinketh this was made; Like a crown of glittery stones, embezzled in a mess. White river of flowingstars, Hung together, close, though far. How beautiful; This kinship bizzare.
Bonding close with thee I have;
Greeting my great,great, great grandma; up there. People say, who leave here, live there. Since then I accompany her, lace; It's been long, I miss her tales, sometimes squirrels; sometimes whales; Sometimes, it's been; truck and rails.
In this lonely, city of fast moving nowhere. Aimless; Mind trembling with fear, what about anxiety, worthto share.
At my roof, I stare; This Holy relationship they care, Dancing collective down to heel. It might cause, all wound to heal.
What a meaning, it shows, In meaning less world, that once goes.
Life is here, Life is there; You will remain no matter where; Cheers the beers whenever,Wherever , As love remains hereafter, thereafter.
What is dream? What is aim? What it is people long for? She started searching, since she was kid, She was different, she well thought. A long notes, a lots of lecturers, heard and watched, as they said. She thought, it was money, to grow rich! So she started, methods for such; She tried something without a plan, not knowing how and what to look for. Suddenly, it wasn’t her dream, it wasn’t required. Once again she found a new dream, She thought it was to find a lover, someone rich, love her more, a worthy man of her love. “I will devote my youth and old, happily together nothing to bother”; So she searched, a perfect man, in every man she could find; She met many, but noone worked out, as they were on a similar line! Handsomeness, loyalty, and fidelity, all wanted;
but not from self, from their partner; Teenage passed, in this wish;
once she grew, she will find her prince. In such way, time passes, People came and went, nothing changed. Noone found her worthy of their time; She asked people, all whom she knew, Few said beauty, few said money, few said self-esteem, all she lacked! So what’s now?
she changed profiles, changed her beauty creams she found; From organic to cosmetic all she tried; All failed, as by this time; People she met, few had broken past…
few wanted just time pass, but she wasn’t ready for her compromise;
Long has she saved her true first love, for someone, who loves as their own.
So, again everything failed apart. Now, she was broken, deep inside, all her childhood, teenage, and old; All just passed, all in void.
Now she was all herself again, neither she was rich, nor had the handsome prince. She has to be just another bride, just another groom! No white horse, no empire of her own; She has to compromise, now she can’t frown. All fantasies , all fancies, all fairy tales so far, vanished, made her own a clown. She lost herself, she failed herself as she thought; This pain as she said: “my heart bled like never before, as we see a woodcutter chopping hard and hard”.
She had noone, she thought for, No friends, she cared for. Though she is living, but not alive; There the question rises again…
“What is dream, what is aim, what is people long for…”
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