If I ever had a chance to choose my end, I'd be floating in the water, the waves making me smile, as they rock me back and forth, Lulling me to a restful sleep, the sky would look warm, the sun grinning at me, telling me it's okay, That I won't be all alone...
Gradually, I'd go deeper, Explore the beauty beneath, The water turning bluer, Hidden from the world, Listening to the age old mysteries of sunk ships and secret possessions, Satiating my curiosity, The resplendent life inside, Succumbing to their fate...
Promise me dearest That when the night sinks in Dim yet pleasant You'll look at the lustrous stars Close your eyes And imagine me, By your side You won't ever feel disheartened For I'll be there Like the wind Gently caressing your face Softly kissing your lips And hugging you tight Quietly whispering against your ear That it'll be alright
I know it's a long post and I hope it'll be worth the read. Thank you for your time.
People change....with age, with experience, with circumstances, with people..... We all change, as life moves on, as we go ahead, embarking on different adventures and emotions. We have different roads to go to, different destinations to reach. Sometimes, the situation forces us on a particular path, irrespective of whether we wish to go there. Other times, we choose our own path, unbeknownst to the threats we may find in the way, unbeknownst to the fact that the road may or may not lead to the destination we desire to reach, the dreams we wish to fulfill and the success we hope to attain. We do not know what the future holds. No one knows it. But the way we plan our next day, a week after, a few months later, a couple of years and our whole future, its all hope.......we hope to live, we plan to live. And we definitely plan to live our lives a particular way.
But not everyone gets their wishes fulfilled. And not every time things happen the way we want them to. We all have our own tests to survive, pain to endure and problems to overcome. We find ourselves in situations and we are stuck. This was not in the plan. What to do now? We were not prepared for this. Everyone has their own set of circumstances and struggles where they can't find a way out without altering their so called perfect dream. We all are needed to take a detour at some point in life, so that we could think better, plan better and find a better solution, for a better future.
There are many who give in when they are not able to cope up......when they can't decide what to do next. They can't survive in this situation and they can't find a way out. So they give in. They lack the patience and will to fight, or perhaps they grew tired of fighting, without seeing any results. Other times, they just continue to sustain....not live, just sustain. They continue to exist, not showing any emotions, doing whatever best they could think of, at that point of time, and just get on with it. They wake up every morning, without any hopes, because they are now exhausted of hoping. They realize that hopes only hold you back, they just prove how pathetic you and your situation is. For whatever reasons, they stop hoping. They do their work of the day, eat whenever they could and sleep at night without any dreams. Because, like hope, they have also lost their faith in dreams. So they continue to exist in a particular routine.
But then, things change. Not every time it changes to good, but after a long time of existing, they have come to accept the truth. They see things happen differently. For so long, they have lived the routine that even the slightest change seems like a big one. They get a chance to leave their existing life and go back......to their old life, to the life which would be related to their old one, to their old acquaintances and friends and relations. They get a chance to go back. Now, after so long, they finally have a choice - to stay the way they are right now, or move towards betterment. They are tempted to leave at first dawn, they are all packed and waiting for the minutes to go by. They couldn't sleep. And somewhere, during their sleepless night, they come to a realization, they come to an acceptance. They need to change according to the demands of life. They need to change their way of living, they need to change their expectations from life and they need to change their perspective of life. Its not always white or black. Its not always good or bad. Sometimes, there is also a grey, which people usually don't see. But when they do, they realize that things are fine. They are fine. As long as they have the chance to change their future, they will be fine. They are in a better place now. They are a better person now. They are not the same person they used to be. They have changed. Life has changed them. And somehow they can't imagine themselves to go back. They feel they have moved forward with their lives and they like it here. They don't want to change anything, not right now. Because this is how they wish to stay. They would change and mould as and when required, because its the way of life. But they won't go back. They will move forward but would never go back. They are at peace now because they know that at the end, it will all be worth it.
The stars shine down even in darkness, they give you light. They give you hope, a hope that the future may be better.
Yes, dreams do come true, if you believe in them.
I wanted to use Vincent van Gogh's " The Starry Night" as my background for this write-up. If you guys feel that it doesn't suit, or is inappropriate, let me know and I'll change it. Thank you for your time.
Oh no! Don't do it Don't do it, I tell you I've been there I've seen you Through all the pain you've endured Through all the fight you put up And through all the strength you showed I've seen you through it all Your every cry to feel more to hang on to stop this anguish to accept defeat and to feel numb...
Yet, you bounce back Harder than ever After being trampled on time and again You still rise above Coz that's who you are Coz that's what you have become Strong, brave and fearless You haven't give up yet Even after everything Coz you're not easily taken
So I ask, why? Why now? When you've been trying To cross the tunnel And reach the end When you're already midway After suffering through so many problems When you've fought so long for yourself Why give up now, when you're not far When you're so near to your destination Why are you letting all your efforts go vain?
When you just need to be strong for some Just endure a little bit more And you'll be there Where you wanna be You'll reach the light And you'd be free So I say it again Don't do it Don't give up For happiness is the ultimate goal And you're already halfway through Don't give up For you can see the light And breath better For you'll emerge A better being A stronger, braver And wiser soul For you'll fall in love With your own person
A chain verse is a verse in which either the last word of each line becomes the first word of next line or the last line of each stanza becomes the first line of next stanza. It is believed that chain verse emerged in the Middle Ages and the line or word that poets wanted the listeners to register was repeated in above mentioned manner.
This was written for a poetry competition, recently, on the prompt 'fragility'.
It takes a fierce heart to wither a storm; it takes twice a fragile one to watch your Love do that to themselves dilapidate, crumble, leaving behind a heap of eyes and dust, maroon. It might take a handful of rubble to affirm yourself of the red powdery fumes, stinging like sawdust in your eyes the ruins of once a forever home on the ground, lifeless but one can never be so eager to fathom, how it takes another hurtful of a thousand more different shards, over the same wound-- to watch, to substantiate, for yourself, the damage done, irreversible in its own magnanimity preserved in a cultural ether of a marked fragility.
You, a determined trespasser on your own loving belongings to see a part of you, wrecked lying in shambles; gaze unwavering off the show not for the thrill or the drama or milder yet, sympathy but out of sheer helplessness desperation that leads one nowhere; with eyes that look older with every tear, every grimace, and an unmistakable laugh born out of a love for an unrequited attempt at an uncertain hope. Uncertainty ceases to be the scariest, when one's never taught backhanded ways how Hope could've been spelt.
It's comically tragic to imagine what a lone man with a fortune to expend, and a heart, full of giving ends up doing. He holds it dear, but spends lavishly almost as recklessly as a gambler loving the entertainment, though, all-knowing in his heart, how short-lived fortunes leave more lasting miseries. Fragility is only a curse when you're forced to learn it likewise, with courage. That's exactly what's called when you bend down, and sit besides the mud to cup it in your palms bring your face to kiss it, rest your forehead along; a patriotic devotion of the miserable kind. Most often the most unsaid, most often the most felt; as the Love staying as lifeless; corpse veins, with a capped canine still as much in crumbles. There's no one to inherit, and no one to comfort. So what does a lone man has to offer again, you ask? Perhaps, only a father's devotion to an already orphaned fortune.
#contemporary#wod#pod Some lessons are based on my personal experiences while some on world wide phenomena. THANK YOU SO MUCH @writersnetwork for the repost I can't THANK YOU enough @mirakee for the repost, POD and exciting challenge ❤❤