If success crowns you with arrogance,
its jewels are glass, not gold.
True triumph bends the head in thanks, not lifts the nose in scorn.

If failure kindles deeper fire,
then it was no failure at all.
For the soul that rises from the ashes
has never truly fallen.

Has it?
Has it arrived,
yet?
I
hear
my name
being called
from a
distance.
I've
been waiting...
Waiting...
For the whole
time for
this...
Now, its
arrived...
It has...
But...
Still,
my legs
don't feel the
warmth of the
ground;
It's freezing
cold.
softness
has gone...
Not much left of it...
I desire,
I deserve...
I am running
away,
but...
Hesitation
has
arrived by
time...
Arrived
...

When the sun goes flame
When dried blood's no shame
One truth stands out in the shivering cold
That there is no truth in silver or gold . . .

and you can't handcuff those of the spiritual fold !

There’s a lot of ways to be smart
Crafty smart, turning garbage into what passes for art
You can read some books and know it all
Be ready and smart when you hear your life call

Smart enough to come in out of the rain
So smart you drive everyone and yourself insane
You can dress smart, knowing just what to wear
Color coordinate your outfit with your underwear

Learning makes you smarter if you open your mind
People smarts help you be loving and kind
Smart enough to figure it out, how to get things done
Commonsense, well now that’s the smartest one

Sometimes I ask myself —

why people meet,

why feel an instant connection

with a stranger,

why an invisible thread pulls

so strongly?

Is it destiny,

or just random

cosmic events?

Had become part of my life,
My silhouette,
But, it is nothing compared ,
To the knife jammed in my back,
By the person whom I loved most and
looked up to.
13/9/2025

The labouring art of poetry
is in true sense, senseless.

It corrupts judgment, strains credit
and prostitutes' self-esteem.

**** the unhappy day you start it.
.
.
A song for this:
This Place Hotel (a.k.a. Heartbreak Hotel) by The Jacksons