I made a little mistake today; I allowed myelf to worry too much.
I recently made a decision to stop putting off the life I want, and stop “dreaming”. I decided to start making those dreams my reality, which is a good thing, right?
But with that decison, I realised there’s just so much I’ve dreamed about, and turning them into reality will take so much time- time that I don’t have.
I told myself I had so much to do in “no time”.
That was my mistake.
Continue reading “Progress counts, no matter how little.”
Many a time, I have wondered what it would feel like to just get up and leave;
Leave the life I know behind,
Leave the limitations behind,
Leave the huddles I encounter everyday,
The depressions and lack,
To leave and travel towards a safe haven
Continue reading “Leaving and Living”
Maybe things are different. Or maybe I’m seeing things differently from where I am.
Maybe that’s what life is supposed to be to each of us – different. Or maybe life isn’t so different for us and there is someone out there who’s going through exactly the same thing we are going through right in this moment.
Continue reading “Maybe”
Some days are just better than others.
And some days are sadder than others.
Sometimes, it doesn’t matter what you do or don’t do, you just can’t control everything.
Continue reading “Live”
Everything seems to be happening so fast… Or rather, I’m beginning to notice how fast things are happening. And while they are happening so fast, it turns out it’s still the same thing. The same lies, the same games, the same words, the same politics, the same corruption, the same noise…all the same.
But now, it’s becoming so loud and so much and so fast because a lot of people are joining and outside there is just chaos. Everything seems to be in a constant state of disarray and everybody is just trying to get by and make a good life for themselves. Continue reading “Humanity, Our Last Hope”
Being the odd one is scarier than people make it out to be. You hear things like: you have to be odd to be number 1, or if you’re odd or different then you’re probably right and a lot of other things that make it look like the odd ones are the cool kids and it’s just easy being odd as counting 1,2,3…
Well, it isn’t! Continue reading “The Odd One”
In the pangs of labour
there is hope
hope of a new life in the newborn
even as in struggle you devote
time and thoughts in search of the right words
and ways, to tell and show
the huddles and muddle in your mind
you hold on
to that glint you’ve seen afore
’cause you know it holds more,
and more will come just as it has before Continue reading “Muse”
The one constant thing I’ve always cared about is myself. In any situation I find myself, anywhere, any time, the one thing I think about is how I can leave a better me or gain from whatever situation I am….or at least, even if I can’t gain, I should be able to leave without losing. That sounds selfish, I know. In fact, very selfish, I know too.
But the thing is, if I don’t care about myself and becoming better and gaining or in the least break even, who else will?
Continue reading “Selfish”
A shrill sound of hope
From anthems and hymns alike
A wave of despair
Touching everything it sights
You watch as from outer space
As life daily pass by
On the rich and poor together
But never in the same manner
Continue reading “The Sound of Soul”
I have no idea what is going on with me.
I have been struggling to write a single poem for months now and failing. My journal is full and instead of getting a new one, I want to force myself to become digital and use the diary I have on my phone but I couldn’t, so i decided to go back to my book, but it seemed as if the door has been locked. Continue reading “Conflict”