I kinda think-talk.... or rather think-type! Here is everything from my mind... instant from my life!!
22 years old, Female, LIFE
Life can get pointed like a pencil tip and quite surprisingly, those are the toughest times to write.
I wish I made that promise
I wish I didn't block that kiss
I wish that
I wish this
Wishes are but blood-like!
Every drop is yours
but when infected by cancer,
from your own dreams you need cures.
Mistakes while dreaming can be fatal for the heart
for it is a gentel little part
unable to blow back once bursts by a dart
Fragments of my art
dont reach your answer
Yes, really... "really" too is a question... the most dreaded one!
POSTING AFTER A PRACHAND NOTHING OF N0OTHINGNESSS
SO DONT GUESS
PRACHAND IS MEANINGLESS
IN THIS LANGUAGE MEANINGLESS
BUT IN LANGUAGE A LITTLE LESS
IN HOSTILITY AND EGONESS
IT IS THE GRAND-NESS
Unload those burdensome words here,
about their coherence you musn't fear
more than words ... ease is dear!
We are all, indeed, like Vladimir and Estragon.
Waiting... waiting for...
just passing time and talking to pass time in togetherness where everytime they meet they hug and everytime they depart, they are hurt. Also, the meeting and distances alone dont govern the feelings, but the helpless thinking ( in their case ALOUD) is the thing!
Vladimir and Estragon's waiting is indeed everyone's waiting and we are all waiting for ultimately the same thing... waiting for time to pass!
Isn't this contemplation over a lecture on Waiting for Godot just jhakass???
TataSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS for now!
CONFESSIONS CREATE CONFUSIONS THAN COMBATING CONFUSIONS
Yes, this is true and happens!!
sometimes there are people we want to help but their sheer reluctance in allowing us do so is what doesn't allow us to do so.
What to do at such times??????????????
Years and years we struggle
to learn the things we must then unlearn
and in this bargain we lose our gain
and endlessly weep,
Come now, let's fall asleep
to awaken when we unlearn
the learnings we learnt
while in the furnace we burnt,
Fire of life won't suffuse to that world
In the world within the world,
Life isn't a mystery
it is but a pendulum suspended free!
From one bus to another
I'm always journeying...
I hat ethis crap thing, but m addicted.
The total tumultous torture of travelling has got me in!
Just off that bus, I hardly let my leg touch the sand and back again... into another bus... I jump off.
This craze is crazy... traveling amid all that tumultous torture is not pleasant, but NOW a need! A Habit! A bit too much!
Walking into that street
my soul becomes sweet,
rain has just ceased
and sun's warmth increased
dragonflies land upon flowers and leaves,
and a coucal flies,
and a text from a friend and here the poem ends!
I love making poems in my mind....
of each and every kind...
abt anything I see, feel, experience...
just by luck by chance!
Life is more like a struggle between being and being with the world.
Sometimes I seriously wish I could become invisible
and enjoy the pleasures of this world... uninterrupted.... undisturbed!!
Instant thoughts from the mind
are some times left half, sometimes left behind....
for the world is a witch... playing on me it's magic!
Best pleasures plant desires into the soul's soil and for which.. in this material world we all toil!
Own a diary. Keep note of what is going on in your life. It would be amazing to look at it few years down the line. Or, you can have a diary of your imagination. A life you want to live. Note down what your character will be doing each day. Live a different life. You can keep it personal. Create one now. You'll love this concept. Login to create new.