SWEETEST TROUBLE I have trouble fighting my madness Finding the right words To describe my enmeshed thoughts, Trouble painting in human tongues The lovely and wonderful works of God And the grief men bestow one another.
I have trouble in debating whether I should See my friends and shout in the streets, Or stay all alone and have to myself This solitude and call it heaven.
I have sadness and joy I couldn't speak of, An old song could make me cry and glad, A poem makes me reminisce things I know Nothing of; and to hide my tears I cry in the rain.
Then again I have weakness For woman like you-- A heaven with a wild side, An angel who often forgets This man is made of dust.
Sometimes in life, you gotta learn it the hard way. The lessons will keep repeating until you learn them. Hold on to it if makes you happier. And once it doesn't just let it go. Let it all go. And watch what stays. P.s I don't know what I'm writing these days. I'm losing my senses. But Thanks for sticking around always! ♡
Pen, is a third eye of human being not everyone is lucky enough to open.
This world is invisible for me and most awkward creatures are humans. Seriously they are heartless. but my pen gives me a new life.
I didn't know until my pen collected my broken heart pieces. and started capturing in the pages of the diary.
My pen wrote those words which my heart cannot speak out. It is truly hard to write about yourself, because what goes through the heart, is hard to tell with a tongue. When the tongue stumbles infront of the world. Then the pen and the pages of the diary speaks louder.
Six-hundred pages of the diary filled with innocent emotions, feelings,love, hate and untold pains of the life. my pen inks out my heart and my mind. My pen makes the universe easier to read me.
When I was 3 I used to hold the pen for scribbling and all the four walls of my house were so colourful.
When I was 5 I used to hold the pen to write my name on my hands, and i used the nib of my pen to prick my older siblings. they pardoned me cause I was too younger for them.
When I was 10 I used to hold the pen for making myself educated. where i civilized what's the importance of pen, a drop of ink can change the whole destiny in your favour.
When I was 15 I used to hold the pen to face other challenges of the life to mould myself in a better way. And the dream I saw with open eyes I want to turn them into reality.
When I was 17 I used to hold the pen, to pen down what was in my mind. scribbling with my thoughts. As all know the blood of the youngsters is hot. Madness to get something. Doesn't matter! if its good in your favour or not.
Teenagers aren't able to understand anyone that they believe what other say and they are ready to prove themselves right. if they're walking in a wrong path too. this is the age where youngsters can make they future bright by choosing right path. We should realise what the time and age wants to teach us.
When I turned 20 believe me I ain't hold the pen, pen holds me. after i stood up with the most heartless creatures of the world here! I stop believing myself too cause I'm also a human I too have a heart. I was lost in myself thinking did I also hold the useless power of breaking someone's heart. knowingly or unknowingly if I hurt someone will they pardon me in this live?
This thought was making me sick mentally. I knew when I was in teenage I hurt my parents and my loved ones too. Hope they pardon me before I die.
I learned to walk by holding the finger of my parents, but the pen held my hand at that time when my heart could not speak out. when I was screaming, my pen encouraged me to use her ink to pen down what was in my mind and does my heart agrees with it or not. And my pen knows everything that I ain't waste a single drop of ink.