Dreams whisper to me
at impossible times;
i carry a mirrror of my own
my ideas seeking colors,
release from my soul;
It isn’t rocket science
to drown the voices in head
but harder it is each day
to justify living to yourself;
Wether stupid, naive or unreal-
dreams can wait a lifetime to reveal
the truth behind the scene
can only be to move those peices.
Written for toads (inspired by the image)
I am a lot of things and phrases
Bit true , bit vague , bit totally fake;
I am a lot of colors and feelings
Some bright , some pale , some unaware;
I am a lot of sounds and faces
Sone loud, some mystical,some grave;
I am a lot of desires and meanings
Some fulfilled , sone sinful, some stray;
I am a lot of tears and darkness
Some reasonable,some fashion,some grey;
I am a lot of pros and cons
Some contemplations, some confessed mistakes;
I am sonething of the whole
I am everything of a part,
I am something found yet lost,
I am nothing if you really care to know.
This is for octpowrimo day#5
Not just being polite to people nice to you,
Or letting different people be the way they are,
Not only by refraining your judgements on others,
Or letting the goodness prosper within your heart
These make you not really an ideal person
These free you not from further improvement,
It does not mean your flaws are covered,
Or that your life has found the desired purpose
Can you be silent when a friend yells on you
Without a mistake or bother for the truth?
Can you accept with grace , people who shine more
And strive to be just you , but better than before
Can you admit to yourself , when you are wrong
Or accept being misguided by your own thoughts
Can you bear the critics , without a defense
And silence them any day, without being on offense.
You can not stop learning , or working on yourself
If you consider this not being gentle ,
I declare i can not be so for myself ever,
Only death can free me, or end of my writing.
I introspect , i reflect , only as i write. And thisbis what i have been thinking from few days. Lots to learn and lot to change in my ways.
When the Air burns hot
with hateful words and feel;
realize the need of silence
and swallow the Fire within.
drowning into the Earth
of some unreasonable talks,
pretend to keep your cool
even if in Water(tears) you walk.
The world should never know
the earth that you stand upon;
nor they should ever see
the waters where dreams grow.
Shatter all prejudices alone
with the fire that burns inside
make sure you carry yourself well
like petals on the winds worldwide.
Prompted @ Poetry Potluck ; Submitted also to One Shot Wednesday
i lie here in wait
for the true seeker to come;
one to feel not see
covered in green
to welcome the one traveller
who searches with heart
for whom the beauty lies
more in the learning i give him
not the places i lead to
Prompted @ Haiku Heights and Sunday Scribblings
Submitted to One Shot Wednesday
“Face of faith changed for me”
Faith. The word inspires varies emotions in my heart , mind and soul. Faith on your family not to desert you; on the love you thought will never let you feel low;on the friend you never knew could make you cry so much;on yourself whose real power you never can fathom unless forced to.with every person, it changes its face, meaning and extent of its being between you and the concerned person. Strangely, it never leaves you even when broken. for long you keep searching reasons for its loss, searching for either excuses or ways to hurt it back. so where does this leave us ? when even you can betray the faith you have on yourself, what keeps faith living ? Answer is different to each individual. for me, the faith people instill in me and keep on me keeps me working to preserve it. what keeps your faith safe ?
empty eyes;torn hearts;
faith only let life find place;
Prompted @ Sunday Scribblings & 6 word Saturday
Submitted to OSI and Haiku Heights