Life isn't a race - It's indeed a beautiful journey, Be honest, be kind, be choosy. Better learn to say "Thank You!", "Great Going!", "I Love You", to someone someday, Often visit the Temple, take time in prayers, The Almighty giveth and taketh. Let your handshakes mean more than a pen and paper, Love your life to the fullest, and what you've been given, Be thankful, be greatful It is not accidental- search for your purpose and do it as best as you can, Dreaming does matter. It allows you to become which you aspire to be. Laugh often, appreciate the little things in life and enjoy them, Do not worry! Less wrinkles are more becoming. Forgive more, it frees the soul, Make some time for yourself- plan for longevity, Recognise the people who are so special to you You are blessed to know. Live for today, enjoy the moment!
These feelings in my blood, turn into ink, which spills words on a piece of paper for Living Life to the Fullest!
Spills from my fingertips, the boiling broth of angst and misfortune... stifled laughs and philosophies subdued, wisdom smothered under the rug of plates and spoons.
A wound I've been tending to, for years... maybe generations, releases stench of putrefied freedom. I sniff the odor, of invisible tears.
Sighs and sobs, crystallized into pearls. Dreams frozen and locked in their interiors. I see it all, stitched into the rope being used to throttle whatever was struggling in me to breathe.
I don't even attempt to save, whatever fell prey to the boiling broth. I don't even try to collect... whatever has fallen.
I see the floor burning, and also the feet that stand upon it. But there's no mercy in my heart tonight. No compassion I feel. I see it all getting charred... and finally feel a soothing balm, on the painful eschar, my soul has been carrying, for an eternity.
Tonight, forgiveness isn't my answer. I seek balancing of the scales. I demand justice, I demand my rights, my space. This venom, circulating within me... I refuse to drink alone anymore.