They say its all because I reflect the traits so true, Little do they know. It’s a fake picture long back which I drew. They say I am the same, I am the same badge holder, Little do they know. New expectations are like boulder. They say I won’t change, That they can still trust me, Little do they know. Its a fake picture, It’s a stuck mask. Who am I under? Is still unkown at last! Little do they know, Little do they know.
Good morning new day.. I arise early I pray.. I'm humbled and grateful.. Not too sure as to which tasks to tackle at first.
There's a hint of thirst.. The desire to get accomplished what was left undone yesterday. Good morning again new day.. I'm reminded its still so early.. Don't know what will feel the worst.
Not getting done all the mind usually has rehearsed. Or not getting something new done first.
Ok breakfast.. no nothing till lunch.. Maybe do a brunch. when do I fit a workout in.. Best time about ten..a.m Be sure to get your vitamins taken.
Anxious to get prepared for today's work. Allergy flared up.. Showered and all cleaned up. All kinds of task yelling for my attention.. Some for work, some about business. And some for my own pleasure. Twenty four hours is the length of measure. Yet theres this sense of pressure.
Life is full of fun; But without batten Of values beacon Life will be just a ***. If you want in life won Approx values bidden – Not money, values one Can lead to success done. Difference between bison And you is not a billion But values based action. It sets your steps begun From beast to a good human.
I am developing a new style of writing poetry where ending words of a line rhyme with one another, at least in last sound. I named it Pari Style. Hope readers will like it. Thanks to those invisible hands and fingers which supported and inspired me to continue my efforts in my new, creative, artistic and innovative “Pari” style. Thanks for your inspiring, kind, soft fingers.
Duties were tormenting me like Tetris pieces raining at an impossible speed. I made chamomile tea, and waited for the “GAME OVER” sign.
A man with no face went to the edge of chaos once I fell asleep. He demanded a blanket from the winter, a song from Mercury, and a smile from me. And arranged them beautifully without gaps like Tetriminos making a line, and disappearing as I woke up.
a woman's work is ever ongoing she cooks, washes and does all hubby's mowing the list of her daily duties quite long she's never free from these demanding tasks her days are as full as the fullest flasks at no time is the housewife taking spells every minute rings in requesting bells few assist they're off singing an easy song whereas the underpaid maid grinds tough stone her hands worn down to barest possible bone women carry tons of bricks a real heavy freight not for one second will they idle or laze they're running around in the busiest haze by week's end they do feel a loading's weight