In a rejuvenated hope I remind.

A** wise collection of words,
My memory shares with you.

Some days are really bad,
Others are even worse,
Reign they who have the reins,
Reins to their own life,
Yet in synch with love.

Kindness may soar high,
Routing away is no solution,
If you let patience prevail,
Problems will be solved,
In fact, you lose nothing.

I look at those across from me - searching distant seas.
I guess what they say is true. When a harmful breeze
blows
we will all unite.
But yet when peace does come we search for a fight.
I know though that - no matter how good - corruption
will take root. Until destruction
turns good will into dust and hope into decay
And as we search these twisting allays
for answers
all we can say is pray....

but we will divide
because we all are fearful
and we will be cheerful
when the culprits are found
searching with trained bloodhounds
when it comes to hope
we'll pray with all our might
for their strength, families and fight
we will love for a moment each other
hand in hand with our brothers


*Pray for Paris

Dragging your feet,
Cursing at life,
Sighing continuously,
Dreading goodbyes.

Sulk and frown,
Cry and drown.
Concealing and hiding,
To never be found

Skies seem grey
Oceans seem rough
Life seems hard
Breathing seems tough

Snap out of it
This is no way
To go
Be proud of it
Be proud of the life you have yet to explore

See things with light
Look out for the silver lining
Right over there!
Can you see it?
It's glowing
It's brightly lit
It seems concealed and not out there
But like the moon
while the sun is shining,
It is present
It will go nowhere

View things through rose tinted glass
Forgive
Forget
  Recover
Fast

Now lets start again
From start to end

Stars twinkling
Flowers blooming
Spirits lifting
Sun is shining

Cooling breeze
Fresh and Free
Stunning seas
Life can be easy

Look hard
Look at it
If you can see the light
You're doing life right

Remember
Look at life like it's spring
not bitter cold November
Giggle and sing!
Positivity is the key
To being alive
To being happy.



© SHREYA DRISTI

Burning bodies in salted seas.
Pinching ***** along the dead beds.

Wet winds carrying the sharp flavour,
Of overcooked hot dogs and slutty beach bums.