It is completely fine Not to be disciplined Always There comes a time When things slip out Of your hands You might have tried Hard to control those Circumstances but sometimes Destiny has something Else written for you.
Don't regret much Over what you have Lost because of your Little carelessness Note down the Experiences life has Given you in that situation And at the end Its not about being Focused all the times So learn to accept madness too.
You won't remember the chapters we wrote yesterday on each other's lips while we both were drunk. I played "perfect" on the ancient radio between your bed folds and we danced to the meaninglessness of the dawn.I diluted your bones with my words and you knotted me with the bitterness of yours , We sang love rhymes to each other and cried, You called my name with such poise , I forgot it belonged to me , Our lungs ached from the scent of regrets , you planted some sunflowers on my collarbone and let them rot. I opened up the wounds right beneath your neck and sprinkled them with pepper. We continued to destruct each other in the name of love.
We shaped death in the poems we wrote , cooked poison and drank the pulp of ink. You won't remember, neither will I , but maybe we'd love forever in the pages we wrote and I will always be horribly limited by the words I never spoke. ~
Sometimes you feel your feet cemented deep underneath, petrified over the slumping edges of the skies you wish to touch. You tried to make your spirit ironclad, instead your flashing wings turned heavy now incapable of flights, transforming you into one of those lively sculptures seated in corner on dead nights. The day one learns to pick themself from the disfigured steeping stairs and harrowing guilt of mistakes confused as sins is the day one shall truly start moving forward.
A check-in to the failed reality that was once the painted dreamland. A realm of reality that failed to cater to our understanding of mundanity and peace pouring staggering complexities of world against our willingness to savour them.To quench the thirst of bewildering norms they let their mind play hide and seek with the normalcy in their imagination meeting the unexpected expectations and stand as a winner at the finishing line. But how far that goes to soothe the permanent scars remain the question with no necessity to find answers. We have rather more important and different solutions to find.
Climbing a myriad steps, slipping through sweat and tears before stepping on the desired pedestal just for someone waiting there to push you down and you fall down the unfathomable depth in a bloodied pool of same questions asked on self doubts and crisis of efforts poured. Journey is never easy to reach the skyline but takes a few seconds to fall and gravitate to the ground. Some will tell us to keep trying again and again without considering the wounds we are carrying from trying so hard and for so long while some may tell us to let it go, there's much more beautiful thing besides that.
We have so much to feel that the mason jar of befuddled emotions overflow, drowning us in a state of overwhelming thoughts to decide on the right feeling befitting the puzzled voids, turning blind to others and so we end up putting wrong puzzle piece in wrong place ineffectually. We have so much to speak, but are barely adorned in meanings around all those obscured thoughts and emotions and sometimes lips stitched to not let it downpour. They continue to sting until and unless addressed in mere words in existence to express. ~adamantquill
How have you been? Are you still worrying about the future? If you're then please don't. Let those sand grains of time slip from your hand through the gaps of distance betwixt present and future. My love read this letter under the roof of stars and let the soothing breeze cafuné you with a little love and care. Don't forget to lend some smiles from crescent moon.
Do you remember when mom and dad fought in the middle of the road and i got scared of roads and the other incident when uncle throw me out of his house at 11 and I cried sitting beneath the sycamore for hours and hours ? While trying to run away from the evil i fall for the darkness more and more . I had someone to match the strides , walking together with me but the eerie cacophony of betrayal gulped him leaving me alone on the streets stretching under my feet don't know to where! As i took more and more steps i realized i was not alone and abandoned you must be waiting somewhere at the end of this path to take control . So i am fighting with every warrior of selfishness, raising my voice against every spoon of enmity and antipathy they have been adding in the bowl of my peace. The loneliness that used to knit nightmares on the skirt of my nights now hums my favourite music in my ears and now i am not alone .
Now you must be wondering why i am saying this to you. Jen life is not all about achieving everything you have ever dreamt of . Life is not a monochrome portrait that needs to be filled with the colours of expectations and placed in an art gallery for collecting praises. I realized it when destiny served me the coffee of dreams kissed by success in a cup of desire without adding sugar of satisfaction. So I bought home in the city of poetries. When sun peeps through my windows metaphor places a peck on my forehead serving the breakfast with a bouquet. Sonnet often fights with me for messing with his clothes while imageries stick the notes on my mirror apologizing on behalf of sonnets. I take the sips of sunsets holding the hands alliteration. I am happy and you must be thinking i am lying. No i am not . I often forced to dive deep into the ocean of grief, but instead of whining i try to admire the depth of doldrums and kneel down infront of marine life praising their presence in the brackish water of coastal estuaries. The shield of perspective painted with optimism often protects my heart.
Try to protect the pearls of peace . You can spot the stains of contentment in the grey portraits. Cry a little less while facing the storms and smile a little more while thinking about the people you left behind , the people who left you behind , people who managed to prove you wrong and people whom you managed to prove wrong . Pat your back for little achievements . You have came a long way . Don't let your soul to be trapped in the cobweb of beguiling ambitions . Follow your heart even if it is broken and bruised .