Guided by norms of life, you reach the last bridge, that joins your grounds to the stars. If ever, you couldn't find that bridge, you'd apparently be stuck with the drunk world living in the dark, what would you do? The last time you get mercy in your hands and you don't know how to use it, what could anything be more horrible? Roads with streetlights can drive you safe, but without your own eyes to receive the light from streetlight, how could you drive? Your heart makes no nerves, still senses many things and decides over them. But your brain made fully of nerves and it's perception is lowered due to artificial harmone, more likely it's kind of a drug. Your paths to the stars at the 25th hour can only show that you've wasted your time in every stupid thing and now regretting about it.
25:01 - Clouds floating on the sea
When rain doesn't understand, that tears welled up to be gone in the disguise of raindrops, /Under the flower petals raining down, I run, so lost in this maze./ WISHING TO BLOOM AGAIN IN THE DESERTS, MY HEART FROZE. Ink swiftly moves towards the torn pieces of papers, not a single word has been together / The curtain falls and I’m out of breath, I get mixed feelings as I breathe out. Did I make any mistakes today/ Will the sun rise again, or the dark world shall continue to exist? Little did I know, that the world exists only if light exists. Thoughts are the worst kind of evil that are born, that exist and that rule our brain. They are like clouds floating on the sea, ready to disappear when the time comes, but leave the fantasy
25:02 - Phantom of depression
/I try to hide it, but I can’t When the heat of the show cools down I leave the empty seats behind/ They say, life is drama, where world serves as stage. I hide from the spotlights fearing failure. But I know very well, that I can't win if I don't perform in the first place. Can you love yourself a bit more, so that give yourself some strength to perform and win. No one in the world, except your parents can give you strength..... Fight for them..... Fight with the phantom of depression for them. They've been fighting with the world, for you, even before your existence. Now, doesn't your existence need to be of any use?
25:03 - Hope banned from earth
/ While standing on this empty stage, I become afraid of this unpleasant emptiness./ Nothing like fear has dominion over our heart. Sanity drains out from the body in the form of sweat. Still, somewhere like a mirage, hope is dancing in my dreams. Again, will my shadow accompany me? Can I come out from this darkness, to lights? Yes. Until I walk to find the sunshine, I can hope to find lights. My procrastination can lead me to the worst scenarios, which I can never at least think of.
25:04 - Life accused for bringing opportunities in disguised.
/As today’s me, I want eternity Forever, I want to be young/ Again, if the rain can water my soul and the sunshine can nourish my heart, I can try my best again. For I'm sure, we all accuse life for bringing opportunities in disguise, but the real problem lies within our insight which doesn't let us understand what's true and what's not. Again, I will wish an eternity, not to grow or live long, instead, for being young. While I am young, I can dream well, without at least thinking of opportunities.
So, I can create my own paths, lead myself, love myself, stand-up for myself, guide myself, speak for myself, find my own happiness that lies within me.
I reminisce that twilight on wooden bench of park it was just you and me and the sky flushed rosy pink. The day when our glistening eyes confessed love that sensation when we first held hands when all the boundaries were broken the day when we tasted love divine. Those days when silence had no space and the only quiet moment was when we kissed when a drop of tear could end all fights and a smile could wash away all anger. Forever was never on our cards but we walked radiantly in love together today I am just stupefied on what pages did we loose sync. When did the gaps to catch breath turned to awkward silences, when did the unsaid love between us felt a need to be said aloud. On what pages of life did we stop writing our story on what pages did we loose all hopes to shut the chapters we were reading together. When did we start bleeding anger than those merry showers of love when did it all become a formality rather than pouring emotions effortlessly. Why did we let the chaos of life steal something special to both of us, why did we let our love fade away in complications and responsibilities. Where Apologizes in past could fix it all back to normal when did we loose it entirely that now things can never be same. The invisible threads tying us together broke things now can't revert back, even with mutual efforts to fix it between us will always be a knot. I wish apologies could do miraculous wonders, but once it's lost it can never be the same.