I can handle
***** looks there
and insults here
I can handle
and their sneers
But misunderstandings are out of my control
How you choose to understand me is out of my hold
What I said myself, I can be called out for
But what you heard, is my worry no more
And I could care less
About your interpretation
When it's like I speak English
And your language is set on Malaysian
I'm sick and tired of apologising to you
Especially when it's for your own wrong judgment too
Why should I be saying sorry
For how somebody else sees me
I forgave you
Although you never did ask for it
And I accepted the apology
Although I never did recieve it
I try to look from your side
So much that I forget to defend my side
For once look at things from my point of view
Maybe actually listen, before trying to get your point through
I can say sorry for unintentionally hurting you
But saying sorry for an innocent action is something I won't do
So for the love of God get this huge misunderstanding out of your mind
That you'll walk away after twisting my words and I'll cry over being left behind
You are the abundance of stars only visible to the dreamer in the wake of night
The sun and its companions as they glow to shine a light on the surface of your skin
You are the mischief that forms the toothy grin on the face of a child’s curiosity
The everlasting glow on their faces as they question the world around them
And I am lost in translation, confused, amused and somewhat enchanted
To you I am the clouds that hide away your blue skies
But to me I am the ones that shield you from the glare of a jealous sun
And to each other we are foreign, bordered and misunderstood
Lost in translation I’m waiting for you to understand ,
That to you; you’re nothing, but to me; you’re my dreamland
See the sky it so highly appreciated. See the world it is so highly criticized. See the bird it is so highly glorified. See the rain it so highly envisaged with love.
See the land it is so highly sensitized. See the oligarchy it is so highly honored. See the hollow it is so highly rectified you see. See you, you are cherished and entitled with glory. See me, you shall find the disgrace and the coward traits in me. And see again the crazy going jolly fellow who stood there, see again the jumps he took for you, see a good one and take the rend of repent of the renounced rhetorical risky rumor. See again what THEY did and see again what you abide by...
[And see again the crazy going jolly fellow who stood there, see again the jumps he took for you, see a good one and take the rend of repent of the renounced rhetorical risky rumor. See again what THEY did and see again what you abide by...] This extract says, "the one who was always with you in your all good and bad times who was always happy like a mad in your victory, improved himself so much for you only so as to become capable. You will find that he is the best but it is too late as the rumor which you heard from the world about him had caused an inferior complex in your mind and that compels you to regret about your blind faith in those good to sound rumors which are now renounced and then you realize that the life which you thought that you only abide by yourself was a lie or a smokescreen but actually you were abiding by the cruel world or society which can never see true love growing... "
In Search of Truth
The path that I had chosen for the achievement of the eternal truth is giving me nothing now. It started asking me questions, tough to answer and tough to listen too.
I overlooked the mesmerized turns and went straight towards the eternal truth but it now seems like it is not the truth which I am looking for.
I became pliable for those paths which served a lot of misrepresentations and I took them. They cause me to believe that I am close but I am getting further away.
We speak, we talk, we laugh in accordance with that they shall see us in the order but forgets the main reason's concern too.
I didn't have any idea that I shall find myself broken into the various footsteps of the way to accomplish rather I thought that I have my own way to attain the truth.
In search of myself first, I see nothing which has happened to be taken from entering into my own aspects but found it is portrayed by some others.
In the meantime, if there is a way to exit this path I shall pay for it to my extreme extents eradicating eloquent evincing enemies eternally; my own deceiving traits from my real face.
Horrendous hollows hanging horribly in this way, I can choose the other but then the truth shall also be redefined which is not the thing which I want.
So what's the thing going to happen? Let it happen? I don't want it to happen I want some other things to happen happily. But it will happen whether I do anything but yes I can make it happen for my own good sake and for my truth also.
Let the world come against me I shall fight fearlessly and cause a turbulence of revolution in the way and clear away all those fanatical footsteps and let the liberal moves of mine to fill the hollows and construe the way once again that, 'now it is the one which I expected and when all those questions shall become mere rumors of paradoxical ruins and of utmost pomposity. In that way which I believed and make the era believe shall be my way and that clears away all the barriers, In Search of Truth...'
In search of truth is the poem which I have been thinking for a lot of time and it took about six months to write this poem which describes my dilemma of finding the truth or love or aim or success that whether the way I am traveling is right or not; people say that it is right but what my truth or love or aim says that matters the most to me and that's what I decide that the way in which I am traveling is according to me but not the vice versa and at last I am confident that I shall find the truth.
Hold my hand, take this walk with me, be my strength on every step i take. We’ll fight every other problem that arises, this time it’s not gonna be just you or me but us.
So, is it too much that I’m asking for?
"You are powerful,
you are wonderful",
but you are never enough.
"You are beautiful,
you are memorable",
but you are always forgotten.
"You are loved,
you are adored",
but you are always betrayed.
"You are courageous,
you are strong",
but you always cry alone.
"You are loving,
you are kind",
but you always push them away.
"You are honest,
you are true",
but no one ever looks at you.
My heart is thumping with pain,
I feel ashamed,
The biggest endurance race where there is nothing to gain.
My heart is inflamed.
Pain is the gateway to nothingness,
People only notice satisfaction,
No one notices the teardrop of weakness.
People only notice the reaction.
New content, I haven’t written anything since nearly two years, I’ll be writing more shortly for 2018.