The songs we used to sing
Till winter from dawn of spring To the empty skies we flew with our wings All these memories I put it in this wooden ring.
the wooden ring
The voices inside talks and in multiple highs it trips
In the midst here I passively shout. The trashes and my internal gossips Here they are to put me in doubt, Questioning my existence and the unknown trips. But you know what, I will stay align and to this I vow To being uncomfortable and reaching beyond pain To appreciate this little spark of life and its beauty again and again.
in pain and suffering lies the beauty
A beautiful being close by
Told me once clear but shy Things I write are not as dry Bring feelings to laugh and cry A beautiful soul painted mine A picture, I still look inside till nine Green leaves and bright sunshine Filled with joy when we wine and dine A beautiful human, my muse My inspiration, my blues The melody sung and flowed This spark that ever glowed My hands on the pen to mindless freedom My muse, the reason Red cheeks and emotions amused To this beautiful angel my unpaid dues I feared then none in times dark and confused Since you were there close by with me my beautiful muse
We write in times, inspired and amused,
Times when we have things to say. With my inspiration, my companion, my muse But here I am, alone and astray. Breathing but suffocating, Feeling but hurting, Dreaming but regretting, Yearning but leaving. Why do I write this, to whom? To you, its for you "Anonymous". Cheers to me and to doom, As I lay here, slowly losing my purpose.
Vague nature of the mind
Evolution of the thoughts A dying spirit of man Lack of courage and trust in God Exchange of attire now and then Lose of focus and greedy heart A quick fix to a quick end The jokers laughing at dealt hands All in it and all for me A choice to choose , except not this time In a phase like this, this I do and I must Eye on eye, straight mind, busy hands until I forever shine
Life is full of things we cannot control and fix. Accept it, face it with courage even when the knees shake, stand still, the time to shine will definitely come.
A drop of my soul
An ounce of my life An inch of my heart A part to laugh and cry Our own youth fountain In the garden with ****** roses Paid the price of this little dream Once upon a time faithless and hopeless An ocean of my soul A trade of my life ****** roses of my heart This road to you to offer, I die I regret none though To live with a little more sense Following this venture of freedom I proudly say I died for my dreams
To live a life of pride and prosperity following our once impossible dreams, I am ready to give up all, my own fountain of you
The things we thrive for,
Premium wine and solid gold; Old and wise rare, deep to the core; All in our hands, warm or cold!
Our fate lies in our hands, this very hands are powerful and knows no bounds when we are ready to believe
I write this small piece
As I sit here and sing My mood flies and cries Unknowing the truths or lies Blocked my vision with your words Your expectations and your wants I guess to save myself from this pit I need to dig a hole something deep A hole in you and a hole in me I will fill it with the same thing so that you can see The same thing I aspire one day to be And one day we will rejoice the fruit of being free
Let me be free, let me be one, please do not separate me with my vision and yours.
The dream is big
The tension huge The stress high But I have nothing to lose Me and my goals, deeply fused In my dream I believe I will hustle until I see By my very eyes happening in front of me I do believe in talent From the words of successful and wise which goes "Talent is Practice in disguise" In any field in any combat My dream is big Nothing else I know Nothing else but grind and grow Hey family, hey friends, hey world To no one I owe I am done living your dreams Fulfilling your expectations Following your rules and regulations Begging your acceptance and recognition I am not your slave, no more manipulation 'coz in my dream I believe I will hustle until I see By my very eyes happening in front of me as a side-note: I have someone who is bigger than all He is huge, wide and tall He crush and he growl He is everything but weak He is me and he is 'the beast'
Lets dream big and live fully.
I will ask and I will keep asking
Are you with me or are you me? If you are why do you keep me dragging When all I have to do was just "do" Me, "my" Body and "my" Mind The word itself signifies they are just my wings Not actually "me" Here to make me greater and become a King So, I will ask and will keep asking Are you with me or just here as a mere bystander? 'coz there is no room for that when alone 'm grinding The path defines "who I am" and not "what I have"
I believe I am one, my body and mind are my wings here to help me in my path to become who I want to be. NOT as something to drag us down and give excuses.