Dream Life

                                         You are still becoming who you were meant to be and this is also true: what if you don't always have to worry about becoming more of who you are? What is who you are right now is more than enough and it's just a matter of slowing down and realizing your worth? Learning to be still long enough to notice the grace that has always  been there? Forward movement is a beautiful thing. Many of us are desperate for a beautiful future and there is nothing wrong with that. And this is also true: there is nothing wrong with slowness. All around you in nature, a billion different things move at a slow pace, just as they are supposed to. No flower is rushing to be somewhere else. No wave is pushing its way to the shore before before  its time. Even when the rain pours down quickly, it took  time for that level of force to build up. Wherever ...

                                             I'm slowly learning that even if I react, it won't change anything. it won't make people suddenly  love  and respect me, it won't magically change their minds. Sometimes it's better to just let things be, let people go, don't fight for closure, don't ask for explanations, don't chase answers and don't expect people to understand where you're coming from. I'm slowly learning that life is better lived when you don't center it on what's happening around you and center it on what's happening inside you instead. Work on yourself and your inner peace.

The aura of resturant and each lyrics of song make me fall in love with him. He even not have any single glnace over me , but i was keep staring at him. At the time im imagining that he was singing for me and we were all alone in there. I was so lost in moment that i start to feel like that he comes walking towards me and his hands around my waste , but suddenly my dreamy picture shatter as i was pushed my someone, but still i thanks to crowd .                             I cant be angry but to thanks to person whoever pushed me .Because he hold me from side and i just passed smile. Without any further moment I just hold his hand tightly and start leading him to more crowd . He get the idea that i was taking him to dance floor and pull me back and muttered in ears that he can't dance. But i was badly want to dance at that moment , i the one who pull him closure by saying no worry i can. And just by saying this wo...

                                       The sound of two people ignoring each other The sound of no one being there for another The sound of eerie nothingness engulfing the air The sound of no one even bothering to care The sound of wind blowing everything away The sound of the pain you go through everyday The sound of everything that is unknown The sound of being completely alone The sound of thinking quietly inside The sound of being left behind The sound of trying not to cry The sound of wishing you could die The sound of silence can't be heard Just like the soft swift wings of a bird The sound of silence can seem unreal The sound of silence is something you feel The sound of silence Soft yet shril The sound of silence I think Can kill

                                            She had a language of her own, Her own way to show her love and care, She would meet people as if It has been years to the bond they share. Her eyes can touch the scars You've been hiding for long, She would cares the flaws, As that made one strong. She is a gorgeous mess, Composed of the pieces broken down, Her smile is starlit, And there's beauty even in her frown. Some people started to envy her, And tried to bring her to their size, As it isn't easy to appreciate someone When you're made up of endless lies. They tried to compress her sky, And condense her inner starlight, But they couldn't make her universe shrink, And she shined brighter every night. Soo she realized her own World was enough strong And she has been looking for beauty everywhere, But it lies right where she belongs.

                                    Sometimes i feel like i am simply being 'passed into different hands. We make homes out of people, only to pack up our things and move and move and move. there is a lot of myself still residing in cardboard boxes. i am too scared to find a place for it. i hover at your doorstep. you look like exactly where i need to be right now. but i've got a pocket full of old keys to remind me to never overstay my welcome. invite me in anyway. there is something about you that makes me want more than anything to give all this another try.

                                         isn't life such a funny thing? at any given moment, we could get everything we've wanted, or have it all taken away. at any second in time, we could make the best decision of our lives or the worst. don't you think life is the most fragile and frightening thing? doesn't it make you want to hold on with both hands and  never let go?

                                            'It's okay' She whispers to herself. 'It's okay' But is it? She gave everything she had to others. She carved her own soul for the people around her. But now, when she needs the same, she has no one to turn to. No one will rescue them. So she sits on the floor, telling herself 'it's okay' knowing it'd not, knowing it will never be. Didn't I tell you, my love? You're all alone.

                                        Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth; Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim, Because it was grassy and wanted wear; Though as for that the passing there Had worn them really about the same, And both that morning equallu lay In Leaves no step had trodden black. Oh, I kept the first for another day! Yet knowing how way leads on to way, I doubted if I should ever come back. I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Tow roads diverged in a wood, and I-- I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference.

                                               Who is quiet in large groups or around people I don't know; you only see the real me if we're close. I smile and laugh a lot especially at the most inappropriate times.    I'm a hopeless romantic. I trip over air, up stairs and over  people's feet. I am the hardest person to offend, but it is all too easy to make me feel horrible. I hate telling people about my problems; they don't need       to worry about me. I'm the one who listens to other people's  problems. I believe people should not be judged before one takes the time to get to    know them, yet I am guilty of doing         that exact thing. I love to think rather than talk. I'm awkward, clumsy, shy, starnge....   but this is me. Take it or leave it.

  I add sorry to the end of my sentences As if I'm sorry for what I say My words are a form of protection That I must strip away I must always be quiet And I can't make any demands When I speak, I must be careful That all my words are planned For my words are weapon One that I can never use And when everything is gone They are the last thing I can lose To protect my very being I must never speak too loud If I ever do speak I will barely make a sound So I always say sorry As if my words burn me My words are my own prison And I can never be free

                                         Your teenage years teach you that people change and that's okay. You learn your first love is not always your last one and that some friendships are born only in order to be ruined three seasons later. You open your naïve eyes and realize most strangers are just a sadistic bunch of mean judgmental jerks. Your first pimples teach you kids nowadays can be quite evil and that chocolate remains the best tonic ever. You learn life doesn't turn out to be exactly  what you thought it would be, but your seventeen year teaches you that this is okay too. You understand you will always need your beloved mother when it's late and you feel like falling apart. You learn that out of the six best friends you believed you had, only two of them were there for you when your favorite cruelty broke your heart and you've  been staying at home for two week...

                                     Not a flat. Not an apartment in back. Not a man's house. Not a daddy's . A house all my own. With my porch and my  pillow, my pretty purple petunias. My books and my stories. My two shoes waiting beside the bed. Nobody to shake a stick at. Nobody's garbage to pick up after.   Only a house quiet as snow, a space for myself to go, clean as paper before the poem.

                                        Learn how to truly be yourself; go to lunch, get coffee, go and watch a movie, alone and understand that there is no need to feel lonely . Take it as an opportunity to learn more about yourself. Fall in love with yourself and romanticise everything you do. The way your voice changes when you ask a shopkeeper, cinema attendant, waiter  or any other person of vague authority for something. The way you bite the inside of your cheek when you are nervous. They way you feel the heat in your cheeks rising with the cool sides of your hands. Become enamoured with the little habits and idiosyncrasies that are only noticed by someone who loves you.

                                               I didn't fall in love with you. I walked into love with you, with my eyes wide open, choosing to take ever step along the way. I do believe in fate and destiny, but I also believe we are only fated to do the things that we'd choose anyway. And I'd choose you;  in a hundred lifetimes, in a hundred worlds, in any version      of reality, I'd find you     and I'd choose you.

                                     To you, love was about multitudes. To me, love was inordinate.        I love you, I would say.        How much? You would ask. I couldn't find the words to answer you then. But they have found their way to me since. And this is what I would tell you. I would blanket the world in utter darkness; I would pull back the veil of light and reveal to you, a blinding crescendo of stars. I would drain all the seas and ask you to count-  one by one- every grain of sand that clings to the ocean floor. I would tally the beat of every human heart that has echoed since the dawn of our becoming. And as you look in awe at the sheer magnitude of my admission, I would take your hand in mine and tell you; if only you had let me, this is how much I could have loved you.

                                           Smiling is infectious You catch it like the flu When someone smiled at me today I started smiling too I walked around the corner And someone saw me grin When he smiled I realized I had passed it on to him I thought about the smile And then realized its worth A single smile like mine Could travel round the earth So if you feel a smile begin Don't leave it undetected Start an epidemic And get the world infected

                                                        The pain will hold on gently As you move throughout your day You'll try to shake it softly But quickly learn it wants to stay It lingers in the corner  It follows you around Juts when you think you've lost it You learn no solace can be found So here's a trick, I've learned a few For me and pain, we're good old friends And pain's afraid of love, you see Because love, it always mends So openup your eyes a bit Inhale deep and strong Look for the twinkle of loves presence That surrounds you all day long It could be here, it could be there A thought, a mile, a gift Look for the love in every moment And your pain will start to shift Just start small, and whynot now Find something good to think of Pain will shy away, you'll see When what you focus on is love And bit by bit , you'll chip away At t...

                                       When her mouth meets mine again , it's as if every last piece of  my armor disintegrates and every last piece of ice surrounding  the glacier that was my heart melts and evaporates. Whoever coined the phrase, I love you to death obviously never experienced the kind of love Taste and I share. If that were the case, the phrase would be I love you to life. Because that's exactly what love did. Loved back to life.

                             When I run after what I think I want My days are a furnace of distress and anxiety; If I sit in my own place of patience, What I need flows to me, And without any pain. From this I understand that What I want also wants me, Is looking for me And attracting me; When it cannot attract me Any more to go to it, It has to come to me. There is a great secret In this for anyone Who can grasp it.