The prowling fear!

In the dark corners you lurk,
Ready to strike out faith that keeps us strong,
Faith that makes our hearts blossom with,
In an instant you can stab our hearts to death,
You show no mercy to the weak,

We will fight till the end,
We cannot let you dwell in our hearts,
For all the rooms are taken,
They are locked and the keys veiled,
Away from the chance of shame,

You harbor calculating vindictive evil eyes,
But we stand firm and dare you,
For our eyes are filled with courage,
To every part that makes us being,
To feel the smell of the tasty perfume of joy,

We let sunshine to dapple to our skin,
Away from the darkness and despair,
Where you have made it your bed of terror,
Your victims have lost all sense of purpose,
Filled with vain goals and defeated spirit,
You take advantage where strength has taken a leave,
You constantly beckon as the only option for them,
To crush all hopes, ambitions and anticipations,
And render a life of futile ambitions,
A textureless, unforgiving and painful choice

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The prowling fear!

In the dark corners you lurk,
Ready to strike out faith that keeps us strong,
Faith that makes our hearts blossom with,
In an instant you can stab our hearts to death,
You show no mercy to the weak,

We will fight till the end,
We cannot let you dwell in our hearts,
For all the rooms are taken,
They are locked and the keys veiled,
Away from the chance of shame,

You harbor calculating vindictive evil eyes,
But we stand firm and dare you,
For our eyes are filled with courage,
To every part that makes us being,
To feel the smell of the tasty perfume of joy,

We let sunshine to dapple to our skin,
Away from the darkness and despair,
Where you have made it your bed of terror,
Your victims have lost all sense of purpose,
Filled with vain goals and defeated spirit,
You take advantage where strength has taken a leave,
You constantly beckon as the only option for them,
To crush all hopes, ambitions and anticipations,
And render a life of futile ambitions,
A textureless, unforgiving and painful choice!

Take a moment and…

Breathe in all the air that is most pure and a constant reminder of the wonder and priceless gift of being;
To experience the magic of the wind as it sweeps away all the fatigue, pain and all frustrations,
To feel the rain as it washes away the past and holds a promise to a new beginning,
To feel the sweetness of the sun’s golden rays under the skin as it seeks to heal and repair all that was,
To let the eyes wonder to the beauty created by the bright stars in the sky, a reflection of that relentless pursuit to be,
To let the mind get lost in the magic that is all and around, to feel the heart pounding, wanting, needing, anticipating for more and more…

The Second Chance

There lies a theme in every decision,
A pattern that each of us has a chance to chose,
My fiery desire that resides inside me,
An anticipation of a future that is promising,

My theme of joyousness, of the triumph,
Of sheer fun over practicality,
Of the desire to live a rich full life,
Whose secret seems to be hidden from all knowledge,

Long standing grudges that are so bitter,
Seem to fade and dwindle with the tickling of the clock,
Unlocking that old spell that seemed fade my vision,
Giving me a new fresh breath of a second chance,

Am getting a feeling of self reclamation
An air of self repossession, a calm assurance,
That ahead lays a treasure so rare and so invaluable,
That nature has kept for just me!

 

My invincible pattern..

There are many things that I don’t understand,
There are so many words that I can’t figure out the meaning,
The more I keep looking, the more I get lost,
In the shadows abnormally dark and impenetrable,

There are so many hurt feelings and misunderstandings,
The more I get right, the more I go wrong,
I seem like a mime that portrays speedy strides,
While in reality making no progress at all,

Am experiencing the worst kind of crushing tiredness,
I feel alone and quarantined,
Who will come and save me from this excursion?
What will come and fill my shallow and lacking spirit?

But while I feel the sun above my head,
The free and open wind blowing away my pain,
I feel the sharpest pain flattened in my heart,
And filled with so much hope and anticipation

And maybe yes! Sure enough I was wasting myself,

spurring all and every bit of energy,
On petty goals and vain ambitions,
Am choosing my own unique infallible pattern to be locked in!

The Cold beatiful world!

Gazing at the nighttime sky,
Can’t help to notice the beauty behold,
Created by the panoply of stars,
About and around me an air of self possession

A dreamy floaty sensation engulfs my body,
Of the partitioned life that I have become accustomed to,
The sensation turns into a piercing physical and emotional pain,
My shoulders already hunched against defeat,

I feel alone, pruned and pluckerish in this world,
The world that is so inept at showing love,
That crushes all hopes, dreams and anticipations,
That do not compromise nor modify the choices that we make

Life can be so blank and ungiving,
It can be so utterly cold to ambitions,
And they begin to fade and dwindle,
Leaving one with a sense of frustration that is almost suffocating,

I do not want to fritter myself on unnecessary worries,
When in reality I have so much to offer,
To someone, anyone, the world,
Strength, freedom and definite!