Stars are falling apart
Another soul has changed its abode.
The solitary mind had a lot to say,
But it didn't trust the outer world.
And why so when nobody asked
The forlone heart, what's the matter ?
The world was wrecking around him,
The battle was going inside him,
He lost it with everything.
Leaving everything behind he became the
Star of honor of the sky.
The Earth didn't deserve him,
Otherwise "Gone too soon" was not made for that warrior.
RIP can't compensate the loss
The reality is ruthless burning our soul into dark.
I wish somebody could understand
What had been actually going into his mind what actually he was suffering and hiding from the closest in his life..
All our lives we fight for happiness. We find it in different things, according to our needs according to our choice. There is an endless list of things which can make us upbeat.
There are two ways to make yourself happy. One is by others and second is by yourself. It takes effort to make yourself happy when you try to do it all by yourself but it would never left you with disappointment in the end .. However, above all this we opt first way because it is more feasible or might be more inviting.
No, It's not that we can't do it by our own but we don’t want to do efforts for it or we though that we are not good enough to do so. We roam in search of it but we never look inside us. .
The day you will find that happiness resides within you, the day you wouldn't find it difficult to become happy. Happiness is your personal space where no one can interfere, no one can take credits and no one can take it back. "Happiness is not a choice it's a necessity. "
An urge to see you one more time,
An urge to feel your fingers on my face,
An urge to hug you and wrapped by your hands,
Probably then the goodbye would become easier.
And urge to give closure to myself
I guess I am still standing on the same road where you left me with an unfinished story.
And urge to see into your eyes one more time,
I want to know does love still exist for me.
An urge to feel your touch one more time,
It gives me goosebumps when I think about it.
An urge to tell you how much I love you,
That i am still waiting to things get fixed.
An urge to talk to you one more time
so that I could tell you everything has been changed but the love is still counting its breathe.
An urge to you, tell me something more ill
So that I could try one more time to unlove you.
I feel at times that I, too, am a paper boat. A paper boat made of the cheapest quality of paper that was folded hastily and life, in all its magnanimity, is an ocean and for as long as I remember, I've been ' ' ' sinking. Pain like water has seeped into the hollow of my bones, softening the paper that made me. And I feel I'm falling apart. Like the infinite words that made me are scurrying and all I can mutter is "I am sorry"