Most of us are dead at 30, but burried in our 80's. This life of ours is such a beautiful opportunity to explore ourselves and exhibit the best version to the world. Let's not waste it by wasting time.
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It took me a long time.... A very long time actually....
To realise there is no tomorrow, There exists no permanence, There is nothing like happiness or sorrow, And... There comes no one behind Me, if I don't stand first.
Maybe it could be the sign of maturity, But for me, it means a lot more than that. The teachings of time is the most valuable lesson in our life. Time carves out the best version of us, encountering the rest.
There is a saying, " CHANGE YOURSELF, OR TIME WILL CHANGE YOU".
Yeah! That is damn true! We start to realise it, Either by ourselves Or through this society But the later said is, a bit painful.
No, I won’t let you win, no matter how hard you try Even if I have to sail through hell, suffocate and cry. Don’t think you can toss me on burning charcoal and I’ll die My molten spirit will reshape into a phoenix and I’ll fly high!
If you snatch my books away and put me in a cage of steel You can strangulate my intellect but can’t force me to kneel To your blind faiths, terrorism or the bloodthirsty cruel zeal Your bullets can pierce my brain but my brilliance, it never will.
When my liberal spirit intimidates your sluggish mind, Your demonic torment and my skirt’s length get intertwined When you return my renunciation with acid that makes me blind I still manage to paint a world with love that’s cordial and kind.
I climb the ladder of success with indefatigable perseverance My countless preparing nights vanish in the rumour of my appearance My certificates of merit somewhere get lost in the sea of disappearance But after the forced hiatus I always come back strong to prove my endurance!
I am teased, I am mauled, I am harassed, I am torn I am blamed, I am ridiculed, I am molested, I am forlorn I work day and night, silently help build the empire that’s shown But at the end of the day I’m beaten with a belt designed with thorn.
I have a prolific river inside that gives birth to new lives I am that magnanimous sapling that throws you to the skies Yet you push me into a volcano and watch my burning demise But you always forget that I’m a phoenix, so I’ll be reborn and rise!