Happiness isn't about success, it is assuring that nobody succeeds where you have lost.
That post i read from a blog shook me in and out. The more i try to forget it, the more it comes flashing in front of my eyes. It was with great difficulty, i met eyes with the truth. Neverthless to say i still wheedle to shatter my own self and get back to that quaint me if that would bring me light and show me life. It is my conscience that stops me and your confidence adds to the unfruitful strive. As i struggle to find an ending to my own story, yet another story passes unfinished before my eyes. Do all stories need an ending?Yeah indeed unless one doesn't have to start writing a new one. The haunting of an unfinished story could be more scary than truth itself. And as i go on writing, i fear i'm loosing my way again in the dark and hence i stop.... As the writer says...I need to remember to overcome!!
Dec 29, 2009
Dec 1, 2009
Plea
My world was getting colorful with hopes and desire,
Hopes and desire to come to the new world.
For long was i waiting at the threshold,
Awaiting the smart one who would make me a truth.
And as it grew strong and deep,
crystals of life gleamed on the contour,
There was a sudden race to win me,
The race to the soul of life,
The race to protract life,
And i sprung out of love,
And i sprung full of life.
I realize this is when i have time ever in my life,
As soon as step out i begin to chase,
Endless pursuit of insatiable worths,
Hence i wait here in peace,
I have time to see where my future belongs,
Nine months to shelve to life.
I feel those warm hands that live to hold me,
I feel the first love in here,
I feel my mother,
And as i know those paternal vibes of discomfort,
The first stab on my heart,
I realize parentry is of convenience,and,
I make my first wish,
My first wish to be born a woman.
Never to know, swift and drastic moves of life,
When i am being guarded with the selfless love of my mother,
There's another selfish woman fighting out of her womb.
And makes me realize the bitter for the second time,
The time was in disguise,
But i'm an unwanted truth.
An unwanted truth less important than the world which surround me.
The world is not worth living, it's out of convenience people live.
And i make my first request,
I plea to end me here.
For days of my survival had brought realizations,
Never i want to get out of the horizon.
Life there...is dark.
Minds there....are gloomy.
I have no place there,
for i am born of love and would live truth!!
Hopes and desire to come to the new world.
For long was i waiting at the threshold,
Awaiting the smart one who would make me a truth.
And as it grew strong and deep,
crystals of life gleamed on the contour,
There was a sudden race to win me,
The race to the soul of life,
The race to protract life,
And i sprung out of love,
And i sprung full of life.
I realize this is when i have time ever in my life,
As soon as step out i begin to chase,
Endless pursuit of insatiable worths,
Hence i wait here in peace,
I have time to see where my future belongs,
Nine months to shelve to life.
I feel those warm hands that live to hold me,
I feel the first love in here,
I feel my mother,
And as i know those paternal vibes of discomfort,
The first stab on my heart,
I realize parentry is of convenience,and,
I make my first wish,
My first wish to be born a woman.
Never to know, swift and drastic moves of life,
When i am being guarded with the selfless love of my mother,
There's another selfish woman fighting out of her womb.
And makes me realize the bitter for the second time,
The time was in disguise,
But i'm an unwanted truth.
An unwanted truth less important than the world which surround me.
The world is not worth living, it's out of convenience people live.
And i make my first request,
I plea to end me here.
For days of my survival had brought realizations,
Never i want to get out of the horizon.
Life there...is dark.
Minds there....are gloomy.
I have no place there,
for i am born of love and would live truth!!
