A great deal of time is spent in deciding what to do next,
however,
later on realized,
many times what you do in life is what you had never thought prior.

Still doing the same is important,
since it’s need of the hour.

If there is anything in life that experience has taught,
then one thing is for sure,
which remains the same over a period of time,
the fact that ignorance is bliss that needs to be kept in mind and remembered.

Over a period of time revise the same, since it’s difficult to tell when it’s application will be required.

New to a thing
There is something new in your life
Make sure and do not miss the opportunity of getting very well acquainted with each and everything and all of this new thing in life because also otherwise you have very less time in the life that you have got.

Seldom a lot of time is spent in discussing and deciding on a lot of things that are part of life before drawing a line of conclusion on any of them.
Seldom a lot of time is spent in checking what is going on at the back of mind at the present moment in time.

Life is simple
Life can be cool, clam, refreshing and simple,
if you have faith and confidence in yourself,
believe in making friends rather than going at war with the rest of the world.

So welcome this new thing in your life,
a person, who believes he is your friend and can be a part of the rest of your life.

I've crawled off to die in a cowards shoe.
The culmination of my efforts.
A disheveled shape held together with glue.
What push do I have left?

When I've spent all I have.

My last quarter in the gum ball machine of life.
Looking around at all the others who've given up.
Is it my time? - considering the strife.

Uni projects really take it out of you...

Where is the poem,
the one I culdn't feel?
Escaped, like a flock of gulls
when all that's left is shells.
The mussels gone
or rotted
by heavy salty air;
exposed like a heart
to a fisherman
who never eats his catch
but hasn't the sense
to toss it in the water.
I am a shell,
with nothing succulent
to share.

I grow tired of summer
When the festival lion rears head;
The bleeding, the beating,
Been on “E,” and seeming, since June.

I grow tired of the summer
As it’s somewhere to the left,
Maybe up and maybe down.
But never nigh or near.

So, let pale moon sleep.

I grow tired of the summer,
Fall, winter and spring
It makes no difference.
Still I tire.

I grow tired of you, wherein I listen,
I ache, I’m adrift, and the dreams,
Shared atop our first flower,
Seeds beaten snow, have died.

So, let the two stars still and weep.

I grow tired of the summer,
A death and decay,
So crucified, that first modest wind’s
Dragonfly.

I grow tired of the summer,
Sustenance and another,
Wherein I’m devoured, abandoned,
Limbless, and left to dream.