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Owen Cafe Sep 29
When I was young, I could fly.
From thought to wish to dream to the sky.
When I was becoming, I could think.
I thought I'd thought that they were thinking,
that I was simply thoughtless.
When I was discovering, I could feel.
I could feel the feelings of earth of mind of soul,
those feelings connected though fingertips and goosebumps.
When I fell, I couldn't see.
I could not see that they could see that I was blind,
the view is up when you are down.
When I was climbing, I grew strong.
Could see the bumps in the road, the connections,
the grips, the traps, the full scale of the map.

Then I saw it. Not far now.
Just another corner, my branches are full of colour and life.
I can see the flowers ready to bloom.

Spring is coming, and I am too.
Reflective appreciation of realizing the future.
Carl D'Souza Jul 29
I strive
with optimism
for the achievement
of my aspirations
to achieve joy and happiness.
Carl D'Souza Jul 27
When I feel
because I am not known
for some great achievement,
I remind myself
the purpose of living
is not to achieve greatness
but to strive for my joy and happiness.
The question
I ask myself
in the present-moment
is not “Am I important?”
and not “Am I great?”
but I ask
“Am I joyful and happy?”.
Carl D'Souza Jul 25
Is living
striving to achieve
our ideals
of a joyful and happy life?
Ruhee Jul 10
Adorable Angelina
Accepted Anchoring
At Academia,

Acute Angelina
Achieved Anchoring
Award And
Amazed Abundantly,

Angel Angelina
Always Added
Active Authoritative,

Awesome Angelina
Achieved Anchoring
Ambitions Avidly.

Fathima Ruhee
Sophie May 24
I know I’ll get in trouble
For drawing on the wall,
But this crayon-marker masterpiece
Is my greatest work of all.

If I put my thoughts on paper
For some temporary praise,
They’ll be stuck up on the fridge
And then be gone in several days.

But walls are a sturdy canvas
To scrawl my fervent feelings.
As I sketch and stretch and scribble,
One day, I’ll reach the ceilings.
I want to die with a smile knowing I've lived true to myself. My scars and pains that remain made me empty to something else.

I am better than I was and more aware of my capacities but I am gripped with uncertainty. What am I to do that I won't regret? What am I to feel that I won't forget. A meaningful experience is all I ever wanted and yet I despise to say yes because that means surrender.

Accepting that I am too weak to be on my own, so I lounge in my loneliness. I am a coward afraid to accept help and so I despise what I can't have and yearn so desperately.

Am I to teach others to be better and lie about my success or am I to feel as I feel and be as I am? Achievement of something substantial and memorable not to the world or the universe but to myself, I am to gripped with the uncertainty of living the delirium that is each day to simply be.

So I will push and push and hum a familiar tune of loneliness in the hopes that one day I will achieve the greatest achievement of myself.
Close your eyes.
Now imagine all your potential.
Who you could be if this were not the case.
What you would do if that was not stopping you.
Where you would be if you didn't have to be here.
Now imagine all those obstacles.
And find a solution.
To overcome.
That is stopping you from reaching your potential.
A little reminder that you can achieve anything you want to in this life!
On meeting you  
I have experienced the Immeasurable,
The genuine feeling of totality
And the eternal sense of release
As the fulfilment of all longings
And desires,
I have nothing more to achieve.
Your silence has given me this experience.
You have watched me grow,
Now in silence, I too stand
Before you
Not feeling any pleasure or pain.
You have made me actionless
Therefore I do not move
And I cannot be moved
There is no urge left within me.
I am contented
Just as you are.
After a long wait
I met you last night
At the close of my life’s seventy-fifth year.
I pick up the greatest achievements of human life,
I indulge my self in the richness of the poor and wounded by misfortune,
their aspirations become my motivation,
brick on brick,
victory after victory,
my aura gets invincible in time,
growing wise to realise the truth of life is in my dreams,
generation after generation,
the temple of dismissed potential,
my vengeance was not in the lack of love,
it was the peak of inner fame,
it was my chameleon personality,
define me but it doesn’t mean you understood what you defined.
Poem from my up coming book.
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