Dream Life

                                        Remember the days when you couldn't stop singing dancing and dressing up laughing and grinning? Well that was before they all mocked how you dressed said you would never fit in with the rest and so you stopped smiling and changed what you wore when music plays you do not dance anymore in case you look silly in case you look daft for fear it will dredge up those memories past for fear that you'll feel like you used to back then embarrassed and worthless again and again see you stopped singing loudly then stopped altogether stopped being someone that they would remember  but there's a girl watching she's looking to you trying to figure out what she should do should she stop singing and swallow her voice? pick outfits to wear that would not be her choice? should she resist urges to get up and dance cause sitting there quietly no one will laugh but...

 Though im too much depressed and alone right now specially when in afternoon time,  im at office place surrounding by number of people. But what can you do , sometime you become so incapable to control your own thoughts.     Weekends make me dull and frustrated, but this is Friday . Around 2 in afternoon i started to count my insecurities toward life. Things im scared to do , specially to be surround by people where i keeps on counting my failures . Start remembering every decision which took me to three steps back in life. That how i turned out to be  loser with zero financial stability , zero planning for future , and moreover no love life . But thanks to our office policies where on Friday and Saturdays we are allowed to play music with work...     "Never thought that you could fall for someone like me....."                           I'm too optimistic person who can live with po...

                                                 You try hard to catch your shadow but it moves much too fast. it jumps on the walls and ceilings, begging you to revisit your past. nostalgia is a powerful state and your memories give you flight. you remember the instructions- " second star to the right..." her nothing is lost, you still have every single friend and on the morning horizon, you see your innocence suspend. but oh, remember now you have far different dreams and it's okay for life to not be the same because we're growing  up, it seems. i hope your life is still and adventure- one that's wild and grand. but i think it's time to live it here, i think it's time to leave neverland.

  One night she took, her memories out, and hung them in the sky, She hooked one on every distant star, and as they burned down into scars, she knew that's how she wanted them to stay, beautiful but faraway.                                             

                                memories follow such old patterns. I don't remember what i had for dinner last night, but i remember sitting in my first- grade classroom, listening to my grey-haired teacher talk about flames. "be careful", she said, " they look pretty when they flicker but they can easily become a fire.' years have passed since then, but it's a lesson that has never left me. it comes back in the form of a perfectly timed raindrop that rolls lazily down my spine just seconds before the sound of thunder. years have passed and this pattern has somehow found its way to people too. my eyes drowsily trace around his fingertips and suddenly i am that same little girl sitting cross-legged on the classroom floor wondering. will things always be most beautiful night before they destroy you?

                                                   Our lives are one big puzzle, We don't know how many pieces we've got, There are people that fit in quite nicely, And people who try but do not, We're constantly adding more pieces, All the memories of things we've been through, We add laughter and tears and adventure, And the lessons we've learnt to be true, Everyone has their own puzzle, There will be ones where you do not fit, Don't you ever dare make your piece smaller, Just so you can live there for a bit, If you keep cutting off all your edges, One day you won't recognize what you see, And you'll forget the person you once were, Before the world told you who you should be, Make the most of each piece in your puzzle, It'll be a grand masterpiece when it's done, So you won't have to look back when it's over And realize you've left out the sun

                                 One day when you wake up, You will find that you've become a forest. You've grown roots and found strength in them that no one thought you had. You have become stronger and more beautiful, full of life giving qualities. You have learned to take all the negativity around you and turn it into oxygen for easy breathing. A host of wild creatures live inside you and you call them stories. A variety of beautiful birds nest inside your mind  and you call them memories. You have become an incredible self sustaining thing of epic proportions. And you should be so proud of yourself, of how far you have come from the seeds of who you used to be.