Pity for the younger generation of this period,
A few that characters are pandemic for the whole.
Look at how knowledge is being spoon fed,
Overtaken by fear of failures and embarrassment,
They never dared to outbreak from the comfort bubbles.
They would prefer okay for the best,
worst is for nothing.
I don't even know how it will work,
perhaps I'll hold onto the virtue of patience,
hopeful for the betterment.
But now,
it's painful to see them,
rotting in the same place,
slowly dying from their own poison.
Shielding themselves away
from any approach.

I'd rather live in my own world
than to die from your words.

I'd rather stay isolated and be happy,
than to be around people who don't know me.

Multiple nights I stayed awake,
to finish the duties of a responsible adult.
Sacrificed the comfortable sleep,
illusions of negativity derived from deprivation.
Gambling health to make it on time,
when did this even became a norm for a working human?
Efficiency and productivity on question,
for the days they thought just passed.
What's the point of overtime?
Do they really know the load of work they have assigned?

Genuine smile
Coming from the deepest desire
Of love flowing within
This pounding heart.

Feel the struggles of love
Behind all the sweetness
Behind all the overwhelming
Joy that makes us so alive.

I love you
Such powerful words
Such beauty, such music
When heard sincerely.

Love that shines
throughout the darkness.
Love that makes us a fool.
Love that a few times left us in despair.

Such experience to be
Treasured for a lifetime.
The feeling of love
That makes the world go round.

The feeling of love
That makes us fall hard.
The feeling of love that
Makes us unselfish and sacrifice.

Ain't it magical?
The feelings of chase,
glimpse of the shy, returned smile
And the trophy of mutual love.

Ain't it also magical?
The pain of rejection.
A mark that you have loved deeply
A trophy that makes you feel
The other side of love,
that is generous.

Your words can be sold
But time shall tear apart
Every walls and
unhide your flaws.

Let your actions speak
Your greatness,
Your weakness.

Words to explain
are no longer needed.

High expectations turned
disappointment
shall diminish.

Surprise them what you can do
Surprise them who is the real
You.

Engulfed by the obstacles of everyday life
Forgetting the simplest beauty
Striving under pressure of the society
Deep sigh released after a whole day of misery.

The cycle repeats
and so time ticks
Leaves fall from the trees
Care for others dusted
and flew by the wind.

It is always the "I" that matters to oneself
No man remembers what others tell
The man rather stick to his gadgets and
uplift himself just to feel well.

One does not need
to be perfect,
for there is no such thing.
The world itself
is subjected to change,
it was made to be imperfect.