so the dancing dust bunnies gleam
in the soft light of the noontime sunshine
as it smiles down on me through
smudged second-story windows
bringing with it a reminder that even
the most ordinary everyday moments
can sparkle like stars in the midnight sky

THE FUTURE IS BORN

Look to
the future,
let go
the error
of the
past. The
future is
born bury
the past in
the
cemetery.
If the
past can't
be relived,
the present
could be
lived in the
moment, live.
The future
is born.
#c9_fm

I see butterflies in the sky
I see the trees sway
And the birds fly
And I wonder,
Could it be my time
Is this my moment
Is this a sign from the devine?

I wait and wait and wait
I wait to the point that I may lose hope
I was never meant for this moment
Was I never meant for this world?

But this maudlin feeling hovers over me
Feeding the doubt in my mind
Filling me with shame
Straight into my heart

But feelings come and feelings go
There’s no perfect moment
In this perfect world

So let’s dance under the dim lights
No time for moonlights
No time for limelights
Enough with the perfect moments
Fabricated at the expense
Of living our lives
Don’t miss that moment
Wishing for the stars to align
Somehow things will work out
And if they don’t
At least we tried
But forevermore we’ll know
We are all meant for this world

Oh,
my dearest,
Humans ain't even enduring,
then how are we envisioned to
have endless instants.

Moments,
treasure and worship,
such that it prevails eternally,
It's the only way it abides.

isn't it so outlandish to lament on
past moments by neglecting the present?.
Live in the moment,
grasp devotion, yearning, enchantment
and sparks.

only those moments get you
lessons,
not what a triumphant businessman
orates.


We gotta glorify the misery,
idolize the brokenness,
embrace the solitary,
endear the faithless souls,
because all this is what,
take you somewhere in the sky,
to thrive,
to grin,
and to live.

At last,

My stresses wane for but a moment.
Overcoming worry with silence,
My heart eases to a softer beat.
Everything around me becomes still.
Nothing but the pressing future can disturb me.
The past is finally laid to rest.

This is the time to recuperate.
On this moment I stake my claim to a portion of tranquility.

Before I move to my next goal,
Relaxation must come.
Endless worries are circumferenced by brief breaks.
A temporal paradox in the body of a mere mortal.
This will never end until eternal rest has come.
Handing down from generation to generation, worry upon worry,
Eons of troubles built upon the backs of all, released for but a moment.

A part of me which was ether
Escaped into space to look down upon myself...
Draped in shawl and sweaters, it saw me bleeding on crumpled sheets of paper,
Staring vacantly to an invisible horizon, where words became waves and emotions -a deep swirling ocean
It saw me smile... It saw me cry...It saw me being another... It saw me being me...
As I carved letters with ink in the hope of calming a storm inside me that seemed otherworldly...
My ethereal self understood tis the time, the aesthetic moment that appears in the life of every poet,
That harbours the essence of their lives
A moment so fleeting to be captured on camera... A moment so tenderly fragile...
So my vapoury self remembered unto it's memory it's own writing self...
And slowly returned back to me
So, this is how I remember my state... This is what I finally wrote unto paper...
The description of my candid moment!