Mondays were no more painted in monochrome As well as Fridays were not as vibrant as approaching holidays; But there is this, A constant ticking flips of anxiety Like the acidic sharpness of coffee splashing inside an empty stomach chamber, Hitting sanity with insanity, Daunting dizziness of nausea, Paralysing limbs, Overwhelmed senses, Gripping the spirits of my authenticity Sweating palms, shaking legs And screaming heart; Stop, I screamed With no voices; No, it said, a bit louder everytime I close my eyes to bring my foggy consciousness to sobriety But every endeavours of mine were mocked and scorned A little bit louder everytime I held my breath a little bit harder, So i decided to let it go..
He's something like a downpour
On a hot sunny day
Warm yet cold
Wet yet dried
For he is an unwanted circumstance that turns into an addiction
He was pushed by my vanity
Thus, his vanity made me more attracted to him by the magnet of his charm,
A charming pride fed prince,
The kind of pride that overshadows the ugly ego hidden beneath.
The exact opposite shades of nightfall to sunrise,
He befalls as shadows of darkness upon my moonless soul
But what made me fall knee-deep on his desert?
Not isolated from him
Nor did closely entwined either...
He just exists as shadows of the crest that befalls on my sundial
Ephemeral but a constant metamorphosis.
How on earth I was pulled back to indulge into something that I never guessed being obsessed for?
It was a matter of dislike
An avoidance disguised hatred
But there isn't any gust of wind in his breath that heralds the arrival of hurricanes of hope.
They are just still eye-catchers that trap my heart...
Yet I can't get myself locked in his prison.
Guilt perhaps frees me whenever I tried to embrace the depth of his perfidious eyes without shame.
Though, he's not all truth,
Sometimes we don't really understand where our path takes us. It's the bridge that can take us to either the hell to be burned forever or forever burning us, or it may let us walk into the paradise, serving us peace and happiness on a gold platter. Pulsirat - the bridge to either heaven or hell. But is light a sham or real? Is darkness sinister or pure? Who knows? We just have to walk into it with a faith that will be undeterred, unperturbed and without wavering away. That faith and hope for something better will take one through the hardships to that destination one fights for to reach. All is needed is a little Ray of hope with a faith which is ironclad. Only then one enters through any pathway, through the walk of life and then finds their own way to that place where one wants to reach. All it takes is patience, tenacity, perseverance, hope with strong faith. #281219#hope#faith#pulsirat#imagecredit#collected#mixedthoughts#unsorted
There was a race Tom didn't want to lose He stole an expensive pair of sports shoes But he almost broke his crown as he ran fast and fell down The right shoe was good, the left, a bit loose!
Tom rose and ran again but lost his place Joe, who owned the shoes, was watching the race Mismatched, and not fit for use, he had dumped his brand new shoes And hard he laughed as he looked at Tom's face!