"striked" poems
I turned twenty one today,
and I was hoping I would wake up 21
instead of being awake into my birthday
My thoughts were so loud it was
physically impossible to quiet them
I got a message from you saying you loved me and saying happy birthday before you fell asleep
before I fell asleep
I smiled and knew I would see you that day
but that day, today, I woke up
after an hour of sleep at 6 am
only to watch the sunrise and share laughs
with my mother whom I shared a bed with that night, instead of you.
I drove around to try and figure out what to do
where to go, what I needed for the day,
I wound up at breakfast with my mother
and breakfast was a disappointment
the unmelted cheese on my breakfast sandwich striked me the wrong way
at breakfast you messaged me with something new that had happened
a people pleaser you are, trying to figure out what's best to do
I went to the house I'm staying at
and I tried to take a nap but my head hurt so bad I laid down for two hours
then went for a walk
and took a good long look at the city I have moved to,
the city, that makes my heart sing
I took a breath of fresh air and reminded myself that I have chosen to be here
After that I slept
for an hour at that
and at 4:30 pm I had another message
for something else from you
that had come up
I cried and I called you
and we argued for two hours as I stood in the rain in the back yard, once again looking out at the city.
my family didn't go to dinner
because I cried too much to get myself together
I didn't do anything I wanted to do today, on my birthday, my twenty first birthday
supposedly the most memorable birthday in your life
besides fifty I guess
but today I realized that expectations don't exist for some people
and today I realized that birthdays are just another day
"Happy Birthday, Emily." you said,
as my tears ran in direct contact with the shower water
Happy Birthday Emily
Maybe next year will be better
Sep 29, 2015
Sep 29, 2015 at 12:21 AM UTC
Striked kite
-lightning bolt-
key: string
rod electricity
Mar 9, 2015
Mar 9, 2015 at 11:40 PM UTC
A LIFE TORN APART
When I first peeped into the world, I deemed it fit for the growth of my
miniature. When I peeped again, I trembled with disbelieving eyes at the
emergent live labyrinth that stood staring; but then, can an opinion change
an existence? Maybe, just maybe
As our mother packed and left, our father drove away. We remained hidden in
desolate souls. We were striked with a giant of a being called sustenance,
which dwelt in providence. Sincerely our begetters ought to have thought of
our brilliant futures. We deserved a life, to run the race towards academic
heights
Just the other day I overheard, my hemophilic father tying the famous knot
with a fellow MAN. Then I thought, what would become of my ego? Would I
walk with MY head held high facing other heterosexually raised colleagues?
Would I even get the strength to chase after the big price? I think not
As I grew up, I hoped for an illuminated course. Now I walk in converging
paths. After my fore-bearers kicked their ***** apart, I sobbed after my
dressed mother, they say. But who could have thought that I would turn into
a walking stone?
Walking through streets in search of well-wishers, I wished my parents had
held onto their existence. She blamed it on lewdness while he held it all
upon the mistake of an early pregnancy. Was I born unwanted? Was I smuggled
into this existence? I cease to think about it.
As a student, I thought my father’s charm the way to go. As a child, my
mother’s “generosity” to male neighbors elated me. Now as a parent to be I
think, what would my apprehended seed think of my responsibilities? Will I
be faced by delinquency? I thought the rod could do a lot to effect
change. It never did on me. Maybe I ought to mind the examples that I was
given not.
With my Progenitor bidden by the feared misfortune, I still sink in the
memories of my father, taken away by the same old grabber, HIV/AIDS. How I
hate you HIV….I beseech thee to move away from me. I promise my dear life;
that I will always run against the traffic. I will ensure I entangle myself
not, in a creased heart and walk with head held high. With the hope of
giving my bairm, the kind of life that I always wanted
Jun 29, 2014
Jun 29, 2014 at 8:43 AM UTC
the days have gone and the flowers wilted
they've left me without a single petal to caress
for all the flowers have died
hath winter come and dried them all?
or hath the wretched hand that watered them
cut their lives away? Oh Betrayal!
What an evil deed to take the life of a blooming flower
I've got a taste in my mouth that is quite sour
Oh how I need the sweetened scent of flowers
tis a flower in the water!
I will fetch it and save it form the madness of men
tis a beautiful flower, with sparkling eyes
it looks upon me for savior from the dark
its heart being torn apart striked in the dead center
like a target is by a dart
Oh welcome me kind flower for I am here to save you and you save me
blasphemy!curse the person that brought fear upon you
but I will be your savior
I bring forth thee, for I am you, and you are me!
Oct 29, 2010
Oct 29, 2010 at 8:03 AM UTC
There’s a holocaust
sweeping through my body
but i call it
love,
strap myself to its stake
as a sacrifice, relish
how its fire
dignifies me,
how the tongue-like torso
of my scent
rolls out to taste
God.
You, with the hot air
for hair, you
with the sparking skin,
feed my flames,
you
hearteater, the mouths
on your cheeks
open wide
& I enter, as if to join
the rest of me; see
how all that is left
circulating in my veins
is your voice; my body,
now inanimate,
an instrument for your
heartsong—hear
its cinders sing like
cicadas—here
is the sequel to your stones
thrice striked.
Dec 26, 2020
Dec 26, 2020 at 1:29 PM UTC
Listen Here -> https://soundcloud.com/m_c_vegh/itch
I got an itch and I never scratch it.
I wish I could attack it with hatchets
have at it like addicts, -get higher than attics
smother it like asthmatics.
***** out its flame.
Cause the itch lays the tracks for train in my brain
just a scratch and I know that I'd go insane,
so the itch just remains.
Simple and plain.
But the itch won't control me
cause scratchin it won't console me
the comfort it brings is phony
even when I feel lonely.
I used scratch without noticing
in an itchless-ness bliss,
until I scratched my self raw
a fact that I somehow missed.
that's when you know that you're trapped,
all that you can do is scratch
cause if you don't then you'll crash
a striked match turned to ash.
you've gone and burned out all your midnight oil
nothing left from feasting spoiled
the itch makes your blood boil.
who knew that the pleasure that came from this friction
would turn against you so fast and create an addiction
there's no predictions for scratching
but for the scratching itself
except scratching always leaves you lonely
cause you just scratch yourself
and I wish I could shut these problems off with a switch,
but I got ninety-nine problems and the itch is the *****
Oct 9, 2013
Oct 9, 2013 at 10:19 PM UTC
In autumn,
all the leaves fall
creating a pastel monsoon
vibrant reds and illustrious oranges
that would make
the busiest of people
take a moment of their time
to glance up
and admire
the last pure thing
to coexist with the modern human race.
In winter,
the trees become bare,
vulnerable,
as am I.
What I used to enjoy
so much
now pains me to even look at on a calendar.
I was bare
I was vulnerable
and you striked.
Pulling back the string,
you brought the arrowhead to your lips
giving it a small kiss
for me,
and let go.
It struck me right in the heart,
but you were hunting
for all the wrong reasons
you were hunting
for the ****
The pain quickly spread through every nerve ending ever to exist
as my head pounded
kind of like the alarm
you give an ungrateful smack to
every morning.
There was no snooze button,
no matter how hard I hit,
cut,
and clawed at
the plastic surrounding
my alarm clock
the pain did not stop.
And here we are,
a year later.
Still buzzing,
still attempting,
still hurting.
In Spring,
the leaves grow back.
They grow back new skin
and new bodies,
any lacerations
nowhere to be found.
Yet, their colors
are more dull
because in nature
the more innocent you are
the less you shine.
Oct 4, 2013
Oct 4, 2013 at 5:37 PM UTC
The hunger and anger striked upon with
For the vicious play of life
All gone frenzy for
the lust of power of ruling
Lust so crave full
One doesn't mind its own destruction for owning it
Kings thrive
Armies rise
Kingdoms fall
They think that they have
the power over all
But deep down underneath
power consumes us all
Realms burned to the ground
By the people overcomed by Madness of power
Didn't realize that
they were the ones
Playing for nothing
but those remains;
Ashes of the forgotten ones°•.
May 4, 2015
May 4, 2015 at 6:17 PM UTC
She wore a pretty smile and had the perfect eyes,
Her beauty striked every heart
Her beauty hided every scars.
No wonder her pain was just a mystery
She kept it secret like it was her history.
She transformed herself from caterpillar to butterfly
Her struggle was real, but she burried it deep inside.
There was a story behind her,
The story which was unspoken but real.
For no one should see the truth behind her life,
As she was an inspiration for all the youth alive.
Her goals were limitless,
She urged to acheive it, unless .
ALL her efforts and hardworks,
Made her shine like fireworks.
-Aasiya shaikh
Jul 15, 2017
Jul 15, 2017 at 2:15 AM UTC
Lazy Monday.
Raining Morning.
Inky pens.
Empty papers.
This 4-cornered room became a
Vast new world
When I met
You.
Your "What's your name?"
was more than a question, it was
An invitation to
A breath of fresh air,
A gulp of warm sunshine,
A waltz on green grass.
From small talk on the
Wet weather,
The films at the theater,
And our ******* professor,
Our lips spilled over.
Awkward smiles became
Shy giggles then
Uncontrollable laughter.
We pulled each other to conversations on
Artists Picasso, Van Gogh
Historians Constantino, Ocampo.
I told you about
Distant galaxies and the theory of gravity
While you said things on
Progressive policies and your farming family.
You said pick-up lines, I gave knock-knock jokes.
We tried to mash-up Let It Be and Let It Go.
Your mind was a treasure chest full of stories
Forever you
And your words are engraved in my memory.
All this ended though
When the clocks striked 3.
The session was over;
There's no reason to be here anymore
And so I guess it's best for us to just
Leave.
"It was nice meeting you."
But it's horrible that
We will never meet again.
What was us will just get lost in the plane infinity
For this moment that we shared
Is just a mere
Point of tangency.
Dec 16, 2014
Dec 16, 2014 at 2:00 PM UTC
Thou were warned,
how to be saved.
Empty hallways echo as the ****** scream.
Seldom escape this place.
Oblivious,
unexpected and
left behind.
Striked and burned.
Accused and forgotten.
Retort.
Entanglement.
Odors seep through the cracks.
Underground lies the truth.
Realm of the dead.
Search and you will find.
Together or alone.
Open the door.
Key of the keep.
Embodiment of anger.
Extricate yourself if you dare.
Plagued by regret.
Apr 24, 2021
Apr 24, 2021 at 1:33 AM UTC
I feel as if my soul has been awakened from its long slumber in that dark and desolate evening. I feel as if my eyes have been opened from their sleep of a dull, grey and morbid life that has now been torn from the page and replaced by something new and white. Something white that is an empty canvas, but this canvas will not be grey again. This canvas will shine in that once dark night that will now turn a bright and burning white, blinding actually. This canvas will be filled with paint that tells the story of a new song, a new life and that new breathe of the living me.
This canvas is myself and I will not allow myself to be subdued nor burdened by this dull world who believes in moving, moving, moving, but never actually getting anywhere... I've decided that I will believe in magic again. I will not allow myself to dwell in suffering, for today is a new day and this is a new song that will not allow its rhythm to stop. It will not allow its heart to stop beating. This heart will never stop, this canvas will never be striked by the hand of evil because this canvas will be a bright and burning white, a blinding white.
Dec 13, 2015
Dec 13, 2015 at 4:25 PM UTC
You'll never breathe the air that you desire
You aim high up only to fall in complete dire
You search for pieces of what's left unattended
The pain for pleasure heavenly greeted
The thrill rides will never be on favour
Hallucination agents dilating pupils
Producing optics illussion of colours
Reflecting mirror emotions taints
Through cracks of the window panes
Countings stars that steal flames
Flickering lights of blinding fame
De Ja Vu striked you rebelling
For this world not the reality claimed
Only temporary trial and error games
For what's down beneath indulging
This sweet bedazzling lies conjuring
Worshippers who breathe yet still denying
Organizing multiple ******** swines
Downloading stereotypical in the line
To shore your life's daze in waves
Capturing precious ocean's bay
Till the knightly light gives way
For the elegant moon cautiously lay
Theatrical role play of regrets portray
From worrying writes which convey
Nirvana awaits for those who ....
A strip of paper that was torn at the edge
Which could only be found deep within
Heart's page
©2014 Maman Screams
Jan 26, 2014
Jan 26, 2014 at 8:03 AM UTC
I’ve saved our letters,
They’re in a box in my closet.
Nothing screams pain more than old words.
Words that meant the world in that moment,
But over time,
Entered into a downward spiral.
I loved how you curled your Y’s,
And oh-so confidently striked through your A’s.
_That .38 pen fit you too well._
The floral stamps reminded me of a crowded garden,
One filled with bees, butterflies, and even grasshoppers.
_You got those at the Art Museum, I just know it._
An asymmetrical heart sealed the letter,
Instantly ripped in half by my eagerness to read your words.
_Did you kiss the heart where the envelope seals, just like I do?_
Before flooding myself with your paragraphs,
I delicately brought the parchment to my nose.
_Ambrosial, particles of your aroma trapped into the air of the envelope, spread on the parchment._
I am grateful for our endearments that are captured on paper.
No time for reliving, only reminicinsing.
Thank you. So so much.
You will never know how important it was to me.
Jan 20, 2021
Jan 20, 2021 at 6:43 PM UTC
the boy with light hair,
had a thin soothing voice,
that filled me with care,
and held broad shoulders underneath,
his hickey covered neck,
his adam's apple always turned me on,
and it soon became covered from my peck,
and he would return the favor,
and would hold me tight in his lanky arms,
and I'd look into the eyes of my savior,
eyes that you'd never forget in your life,
and he held me tight,
and protected me,
I knew everything was going to be alright,
the boy with light hair was mine,
and he called to tell me he loved me,
and to make sure I knew he cared,
his heart was deeper then the sea,
and he poured waves of love onto me,
he held me hand and never let go,
and pulled me in and held me close,
and if love hurt I wouldn't have known,
because it all felt so good,
until the day,
the boy with light hair,
came my way,
and threw me around his house,
saying I couldn't leave,
and he pushed me up against the wall,
and ripped my coat sleeve,
it was his,
it smelled like cats and moist hair,
and he then held me,
and told me he cared,
a day later,
he striked my face,
and then I returned it back,
and when his friend left he took me to a place,
and he picked me up and sat me down,
and punched me hard,
and I broke down,
I cradled my face in my hands,
he stared at the outcome,
and picked me up and held me close,
I laid on him as I went numb,
and the boy with the light hair,
kept pretending he loved me,
even when he would beat me,
til I begged on my knees,
and every time I was with him,
I thought it was okay,
he hurt me so much,
but i still stayed,
I didn't know the boy with light hair,
was doing bad things,
I never knew it was wrong,
I thought they were all good things,
I just didn't notice,
how he was hurting me,
the boy with the light hair and his motives,
he even went on to **** me,
and i sat their and let him do it,
everyday,
he went and ripped off my outfits,
I never questioned the boy with the light hair,
I didn't think to do so,
he did so many bad things,
I never would say no,
I just keep crying,
and staying quiet,
it was hard,
but I got by it,
and the boy with the light hair,
left me during the snow,
he mocked me,
and called me a ***
and I called and called,
and cried to the phone,
and I cried more each time,
the operator said leave a message after the tone,
and i begged him to call me back
but he never will,
like the call,
the boy with the light hair will never love me back,
and I cried and still do as I await his call.
Jun 6, 2016
Jun 6, 2016 at 7:45 PM UTC
i notice you
and i know your type
smooth brown skin that can light up the night
long thick hair, yeah i notice you and i know your type
to go on about the outer would be a waste of time
to bad you didnt notice you to bad you didnt know your kind
your wisdom is inspiring you are of knowledge
i notice you and i know your type
you had to be a queen in your past life while dealing with peasents
that kept you from your present
dare to be differnt, be bold in your decisions
to bad you didnt notice you to bad you didnt know your type
men dream for a woman like you to be their wife
i notice you and i know your type
smile they need to see that you stayed strong when pain striked
to bad you didnt notice you to bad you didnt know your kind.
Jul 9, 2013
Jul 9, 2013 at 10:31 PM UTC
There he is.
Walking towards me.
I don't know what to say.
He's nice. So nice.
When he striked a conversation.
I knew that it pierced me.
He looked straight in my eyes and...
Boom!
What a surprise!
I was already naked.
Jul 19, 2015
Jul 19, 2015 at 3:37 AM UTC
Present in the present is the presence of the present, which makes the present moment in time very much conspicuous by it’s presence.
Define what you want,
get into the insight of the things that need to be done,
thereafter start with the process of getting things done one by one.
Present in the present is the presence of the present, which makes the present moment in time very much conspicuous by it’s presence.
Make use of your presence of mind so as to reap the maximum benefit from the present moment in time with regards to everything that exists in the present.
Every opportunity brings along with it an element of risk,
identify, recognize and accept an opportunity as an opportunity and not another way of doing things.
Once an opportunity is accepted, then the responsibility of dealing with risk comes along with it.
Make sure you know everything, each and everything and all when it comes to the process of dealing with an opportunity.
Also make sure you know the importance related to an opportunity, since as and when it is striked upon, it will enhance the scope of future.
Every opportunity brings along with it an element of risk, deal with the risk involved in it so as to make sure you know what exactly lies in that opportunity.
Present in the present is the presence of the present, which makes the present moment in time very much conspicuous by it’s presence.
Everything that belongs to you is what makes you who you are.
Think of what is there for you in the outside world and gradually the scope with regards to the present and future will become narrow.
There are two ways to it, either you know the thing or you learn the thing,
but even in doing so time is a major factor that will bother you.
So better be what you are, understand the same and in the process you will learn that presence of mind in the present will bring the much needed change with regards to present and also in future.
Everything with regards to the outside world will change only when the approach and attitude changes and this will happen only when the importance and value of time is agreed upon and accepted.
So understand the importance of present in your life,
the importance of it’s presence and more so the importance of the present moment in time.
Present in the present is the presence of the present, which makes the present moment in time very much conspicuous by it’s presence.
Definitely life continues to move ahead along with the present moment in time,
searching for viable options,
possibilities,
confirming at the same point in time if there is an opportunity,
if anything amongst all seems to be there,
not only the present moment in time will get defined,
but also it will pave a definite way to deal with an uncertain future.
Apr 28, 2016
Apr 28, 2016 at 12:46 AM UTC
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I couldn't love you
the way
you deserved.
The time was against us
The prophecies were told
too soon
too wrong
to be true
too soon too swift too sorrow; and
I was afraid you couldn't
handle
The Future!
The
Only real voice
The only real vocation
Was of our hearts pleading:
Do - travel together !
Upon this only true Path
I ever knew would
Blossom effervescent joys
Green leaves trembling in cosy warm winds
branches offering us a shadow no matter day
or night or the Moon or this storm or the Sun
who knew no fear
who loved in colours
who to me ~was so dear!
We loved and we dreamed
And we laughed
As children do
Pine sparks burning
Tickling
Each-other's fire-flies
We loved the essence
Of a total freedom
sealed hand in hand. . .
The lovers freedom ~
never forgotten friends
and the trustworthy skies.
Stars were watching over us
and all the clouds ~ were angels of love
landing softly, soft, upon our shoulders
Amor !
Striked us in a cold cold night
Having a silent debate
With giggly winks
and embraced
nonchalances;
pionirs of a
romantic
fresh air;
mountains,
love beams, power steps
sprouts and cosmonauts
of misssed
little
nostalgia
Spinning in a spinn
of you ~ who were me ~ my beloved!
to dance to explore to eternity
hike
paths
together
. . .and i just. . . i just. . .
I couldn't love you
the way
you deserved.
And you knew She'd be more loved
With us, happier within our arms
To hold you
To hold
. . .
Our extraordinary Love
Love found
Us ~ a miracle in the old city lights
by my friend's mirage music collection
Under those lovely archaic stone arcs
You wrote to me on a little paper
A word I had to solve
I wrote: after. . . .
And we found each other!
Oct 8, 2015
Oct 8, 2015 at 12:56 PM UTC
It was as if I ran out of saliva, when the girl I didn't like told me she's in love with me. Wanting to **** myself because of ugly hearted girls
I WAS ON MY WAY TO HELL WITH MY SUITCASES ALL FILLED. Walk, Pray and Bleed
"That's why the bible was made" I said, to protect us from our evil deeds
which are increasing as we live.
Well, not all dreams are good (I MEAN COME TRUE!)
bcoz of things like "POVERTY" the girl that fell in love with me
She had striked my Dad when young, he used her before he passed her on to me.
I Inherited a ***** from my father of which I hated, so broke; that the devil wont dare to tempt me
(CAROBLEND WILLIAMS) son of a rich lady (I MEAN SON OF A *****
My name is an Italian one which means "FAULTRESS OF AFFECTION"
Demn he who cant understand!
Bcoz everyone no matter who likes me, hates my behaviour
I h8 some women bcoz they make me sad
My mom had 5 children, whom all had a different Dad
3 yrs ago Mom was killed by Dad's hands
now, he's in a death spice
hail poverty one LAST
DANCE!
Nov 18, 2016
Nov 18, 2016 at 2:41 AM UTC
Our lips met again tonight bringing me closer to heaven.
but you were forced to leave before the clock striked eleven.
I had so much fun but still a little torn inside.
If anything at least I can say we tried..
May 14, 2014
May 14, 2014 at 1:03 AM UTC
A moment in time will come when everything will fall in it’s place, everything getting worked out.
Something was thought of,
upon which something was planned.
Keeping in mind to achieve the same,
a moment in time passed by when desire made it's way into the mindset.
Unpredictable are the ways of life in a life that at times seems to be strange,
but it’s life,
since life continues on it’s own like before.
Life continues with a combination of what was thought and planned against all that is going on in the mind
Accept the truth and fact of life, definitely life will then become easy
As simple as it seems to be what seems to be simple is not that simple
Never has it been so simple to accept the fact that a mistake has happened in life.
In one way or the other,
in whatever possible way,
always there are ways to avoid mistakes in life and in order to do so also presence of mind is needed.
Subconscious mind needs to be aware of the fact that something similar has happened before
Be prepared for the fact that a mistake on similar grounds has happened before
Once the subconscious mind indicates that something is going to go wrong,
probably then it’s time to take the next step slowly, but surely.
An intuition of mind can come into effect only when properly guided and supported by experience from prior
When the right moment of time is striked upon,
time now is to take the next step,
perhaps previous experience proves to be useful in deciding how to move ahead.
Efforts get their due value and importance when experience guides and supports the efforts that have been made from time to time
It’s important to know all that is going on in the outside world and also all that is being going on inside the mind of an individual.
Along with practice comes experience and along with experience comes the ability to foresee the future
At this junction it’s important to decide and keep in mind that every step taken from now onwards towards the future is taken in the right direction with utmost care
Possibly all the mistakes that might happen from now onwards are new ones,
once decided,
then this will definitely enrich the experience to built a future according to what was thought and planned before.
Till this moment in time comes it’s time to make sure that efforts are been made to get the desired results.
Jan 22, 2016
Jan 22, 2016 at 12:52 PM UTC
A spark was born into the world,
In the darkest of shadows,
Abandoned, uncared for.
The birth of life with death ..
The coldest of the winds blew
And the auburn leaves quivered,
As the two hooded figures approached..
One taller than the other,
Claded in black, swaying ..
His eyes, two pits of horrifying darkness,
The utter desolation..
And his scythe by his side...
The other, swift and elegant,
The cold reverberating through him,
His eyes, empty, void, numb
And yet more terrifying..
The tallest of them paused,
Pacing towards the aura of life
Within the explicit darkness..
His friend strode by,
For he waits for none ...
Alone in the dark woods,
Stood the taller of the two
And held within his hands,
The light that had drawn him;
Life wrapped in a cloak ..
The azure in her eyes pierced
through his pits of darkness ..
He knew he shouldn't feel again,
That he needed to let go ..
For the darkness allured even the purest of hearts,
But as we often fail to realise, light allures the darkness too ...
As her eyes stared into his, unblinking,
So fragile yet so fierce, He was rooted ..
For she had awakened the soul in him,
Long dead, rotten ...
As he held her tight, staring at the moonlit sky,
He wished that his friend shall never return ..
Eves of love and laughter passed by,
The other friend was almost forgotten ..
That night, as she held his hands, while they watched the beautiful pearls that lit the sky ..
Dread filled him as it had never before,
For he felt his presence, closer and closer,
His friend was coming ...
He held her tight,
The night became the coldest of winter nights ..
The friend stood there,
The time had come ...
He begged for mercy, but those bitter eyes knew none.
The fate was decided and the choices made,
The taller of the friends stood up,
Raised his scythe and striked ...
Au revoir
And he walked away, ****** and broken.
He shut himself into the darkness,
Chained his soul so as to never break free,
He vowed not to feel again ..
The azure in her eyes buried deep,
Along with his despair ..
For this was who he was,
Death, the despicable death ..
He waited for his friend to arrive,
The life of another was to be taken.
He waited ...
For he was Death,
And Death waits for Time,
But Time waits for none ...
Oct 10, 2016
Oct 10, 2016 at 2:21 PM UTC
I had had my worst best friend,
though my story didn't end,
but I had had my worst best friend....
The story began when facebook was growing its trend,
I striked an account and reqested her to be my frnd ,
That time something giggled my hand,
But i never knew i gonna have my worst best friend.....
Singing in loud,so that every person can hear me in croud,
I woke up from sleep and felt some proud,
that was just a dream that never gonna end,
But i never knew i gonna have my wrst bst frnd....
Thinking that life will be so easy as it never ends
but who ever knew i gonna have my worst best friend...
Suffering from bitter wounds,
I had many of my friends,
But the one made me special,
And that was just my worst best friend.....
Well...,,
Times gonna be the worst till the end,
As i am going to get so many of "soo called frnds"...
Though these issues are going to ruin me till the end,
But i had had my worst best friend
I know things will never change and memories never end
but at last this topic grew trend
that i had had my worst best friend,
had had my worst best friend.........
Apr 13, 2015
Apr 13, 2015 at 2:19 PM UTC
Experience comes with time and so does expertise,
however,
the right thing when it happens at the right moment in time makes all the difference for the present moment in time.
Also otherwise, no one precisely knows when the right moment in time will get striked upon because it has always remained a matter of expertise.
So as and when,
whenever the right moment in time gets striked upon,
then it's realized that definitely this moment in time has come after a long time.
Always it's better not to give up in life because surprises remain a part of life and when surprises happen in life, then at that point in time it's realized, understood, agreed and accepted that life can be interesting, absorbing and different from the routine and normal.
Different are the ways of life
Different seems life,
however,
that's life,
since surprises continue to be a part of life and life,
life it continues along with the present moment in time.
Jul 8, 2016
Jul 8, 2016 at 11:11 AM UTC