respect for status and no thought for character having a fat wallet merits a better future neglect for those who work for intended purpose have no lasting appeal for anyone’s applause why should it be this way when your eyes sees green and your uprightness is masked with the smell of greed you have only eyes that seek your upholding nothing is more important than your happiness...
beneath the exterior
beneath the exterior of an introvert who wills to project an unmoved pillar is a soul laid bare amidst the dark interior of a cold and old attic. many things unmoved from years of toil they stay as they are for fear of getting beat up again in the cold. beneath the exterior of an introvert who will to project an unmoved pillar lies a soul in search of soil, to grow again and bloom. what calms the...
for the momentary walls that keep falling, i look into the innocence of the eyes...– thoughts scattered
in my head
the passage way to a life that has no form of strife and only peace exists in a reality yet to be known. Now we live in the suspended middle, where both peace and strife co-exists and live together in great tension. I guess that’s why most of the stuff I tend to write here falls under those categories because of their resolute reality. There is nothing to deny the fact that this sort of...
making still when waters roll like a flowing stream, making still when the future seems a distant dream, making still when thirst awaits prolonged fulfillment, making still when fear surrounds my very existence… suspended hope when night awaits the dew of dawn suspended hope when death awaits joy of a newborn suspended hope when pain entails a blessed life suspended hope when peace...
I’m having a knack of knowing now that when everything seem like they are falling into place and everything is peaceful like the cool morning breeze, sooner or later stuff happens that make everything go wrong. By the time this happens though, we’re happily drinking the guile notion of “everything is going good,” and then boom! We find ourselves in shock and utter...
the distant into present
sometimes when sitting while the mind was wandering amidst the bliss of clouds and the cool breeze memories that reaped the walls of sorrow it comes and reminds the distant into present try to say goodbye to what was to truly be set free from the stilled images it seems trapped enclaved in the cleft of my mind memories that reaped the walls of sorrow it comes and reminds ...
Wowing spiritual minds with morals without a spine is like using the best sound...– the vicinity of my head
Stuck in the Middle
Sometimes pain is the comfort that seeks to dispel the resounding peace that’s evident. For a long time now comfort has itself set in, not a worry or care to ruin. I was comfortable and somewhat happy. But when almost settling in the mood of the peaceful bliss, a shadow lurks and ready to unravel its evil deed. It circles its prey, and makes its move to kill. I have no recollection of the...
Compliments from peers are uplifting but it stays there when superiors do not...– brain