I came across this word many years ago. And it was love at first sound. After many years of failure I have now learnt that resiliency is the key for everything. We should be resilient from anything that pulls us down, failures, depression, pain, sadness, hurt, we should always stand by the edge of our emotions and be ready to bounce back. #tagline_wt#writerstolli#resiliency#inspiration#thoughts#diary#life
I've never fallen in love with city lights or the beautiful meadows. I've let my feet kiss the sand along the way, let the winds ruffle my hair and whisper all their secrets, but I've never fallen in love.
I have one night stands with those passionate moments I might never get back.
I'm careless that way; they judge me for not settling, for not loving the still water as the sun sets.
But they don't understand; I want to chase, to explore every last road travelled, to conspire against rains and laugh when it thunders. But I don't want to fall in love.
I want to steal corners from every city I wander, forget the wild rendezvous as the day ends, and elope to the next stranger I meet. Maybe Venice tomorrow?
They won't understand and I won't make them. I'll run till the end. I'll write at the back of my favorite book, of songs I heard as winds played the music. I'll blow a kiss when you'll come along, but you'll never get the farewell for I'll be long gone. I'll watch the flames die and start a fire somewhere else. I'll lie with memories under the starlit sky, but you'll never see my lips trace wisps of love. ------------------------------------------------------------- #writersnetwork#readwriteunite @dreamer_with_an_ink@iamjass@pen_and_paper
Urging a peristalsis, I have swallowed crayons With no guilt of a murder. I always claim colours to be a liar.
The forbidden interruption, between frets of my voice, makes my pitch to rest on chaos.
Facing life and love, I have seen a pensive canvas longing to feed on vibrance. Not often I yearn for poems to console myself with rhymes, but a tragedy deep beneath needs walls to rest upon.
As with a smile, I am prone to overlap pain, I anticipate a myth to drench logics in an eternal rain. The fatigue vision, that search for a window pane, peeps from not just an opening of the deadly room but from the window to its senses.
I have seen people changing with time as seasons do still we know seasons return but not the faded accustoms. Their change has never followed a pattern, but laws of an unjustified passion. No one can predict what the next event can be. We are humans by nature. Humans are we.
No pain is blamed for a tragic end, but our own stubborn patience that accepts to bear pain forever.