Short Post 16

Beyond pain, beyond despair there lies

something, that something is what we deserve and

we dream only thing that stops us is us only; may be for good or bad.

 

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There is no shame in failures, cause failures teaches what success can never do.

 

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Death never really hurts, it just takes the pain away from us

and keeps us breathless in peace.

 

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Lucky are those who have endured and matured in love

but blessed are those who love despite the pain it once gave .

 

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When the pain of yesterday pester your today,

do not let it ruin you, let it make you

into all that you dreamed off

For pain is motivation !!!

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Cheers to life

Airboy89

 

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Daily Prompt – Torn

Torn

The sails where torn apart

by the same wind which sailed the boat

creating a wreckage beyond repair

and pushing it off to a no mans land.

Yet the sail was hopeful that the same wind

would one day take the boat ashore to

the promised land.

Ships cross the barren land seeing the wreckage

and tells the passengers story of how the wind

wrecked the sail boat,

as a story of once a sailor who trusted the wind

and set sail to conquer the sea

but just got tangled in the wind

which was to show him the sea.

Like the torn sail, so was the sailor

torn yet the wind, the wind never escapes his

mind for he still hopes for it to take him to that promised land

which the wind promised.

And without the one who promised the sailor

to be all along the journey…….

 

 

 

 

The little dream

As the weekend inches by, sitting beside the window seat at work seeing the cars rush towards their destination to avoid the weekend rush. A sudden thought strikes like a lightening and brings back an old memory, once a dream and still remains the same.

 

She strikes again, her voice echoes inside the head silently like a feeble haunting voice, give a sudden jerk and a ache to the heart, as i try to snap out of it she already made contact with my heart and could feel the ache slowing raising and the eyes getting ready to get moist.

But unable to shed that tear the fist just goes to get in contact with a wall with a force, people around think that some one client or manager must have spoilt my evening.

What do they know no amount of work pressure can break me for it is the same work pressure which keeps me occupied from thinking of my lost angel.

Days, months and years have passed without her but not a day gone by without she passing my mind.

Why is it that the heart longs for the one who broke it in the first place. Why does the the heart not apply the logic which the mind is good at when it comes to all the other things and people in the world. Why  is that common sense takes a hind seat when it is about her. Is it stupidity or is it insanity or is it weakness, call what you may, but it exists just as there exists the sun the moon.

Some people over come it some people hide it. Everytime the promises i made reminds me how much i loved her and how much more i would give. But now all of it is just a dream cause all that love that affection is stacked up within rotting inside waiting for a miracle every dream which comes of her gives the chills beyond comprehension.

She is now like the dodo bird in life she existed once but now extinct or may be evolved and not in my life and in a different universe. But this heart its not ready to forget you and gives the shocker no matter awake or asleep.

She was a dream then and even now she remains but what happened inbetween the mind tries to figure out if it was a illusion or was it real, but in vain cause it usually ends with a mental breakdown and a anger towards oneself, for the reason for her departure away from me is unknown and till date the hunt is on to find one solid reason to finally let it go or may be thats also a little dream…..

Just remembered you again as always and you grow stronger  inside everyday… where ever you are with whom ever you are just know that you are still remembered by me everyday …. stupid

 

Cheers to life

Airboy89

 

 

The Tantrum

Ignorance is a bliss for those;

who do not have to deal with the consequence .

For what can be the consequence for the ignorance ?

Is it downfall, is it a heartache or is it a forever etched in

the dusty chambers of the soul.

Or is it just a blissful state of mind where

the present is unaffected by the past.

Is it the confusion that circles around like

soul vultures in the darkness of the night.

can it be the conscience trying to show

a pit which is smaller yet showcasing it

as a deep hell hole.

It is different things to different people.

For some life is a camera so they keep smiling forever,

for few it is a battle field they fight with aggression.

It is all but a beautiful melodrama

consistent and evident wrapped gracefully

with one thing “perception”.

 

Airboy89

 

 

 

 

 

Empire of anger

The kingdom of happiness

was destroyed by betrayal,

the guardian of peace

was left hammered and squandered.

All was felt lost, a river of tears

flowed like a flood.

amidst all the chaos

an empire was slowly being built;

anger was the general, rage were the soldiers

tears were the fuel for energy.

Distances were covered, oceans were crossed

reason took a back seat as the urge to win

was full speed ahead.

Pride was hurt, truth was denied,

loyalty was shattered.

death stood aside and laughed at

the struggle .

God disappeared, the devil appeared and stood by.

Pain became strength, solitude became an attitude.

memories became a lesson.

sorrow became sword of destruction.

finally a villian was born amongst hero’s

and irony was he was the fallen and

an angel was the one who threw him off.

thus an empire of anger was built

with blood sweat tears n words…….

 

cheers to life

Airboy89

 

 

Ye olde Heart…

As the moon rises in the dark sky

so does the tide of emotions which starts

hitting the shores of the heart

corroding the stones that guard

the brain from these emotional

turmoil.

The strong cringe to the pain

of sorrow begins.

The smiling face suddenly puts on a battle gear

for a battle worst than ever.

Morning light seems forever to come,

as the battle rages into the late night.

tears couldn’t bandage the damage

regret could not ease the pain

anger couldn’t bring back the happiness

prayers couldn’t change the reality.

Gallons of spirit,wouldn’t lift

his spirit.

Density of smoke couldn’t warm

the coldness that had frozen the heart

no amount of running could help

reach the destiny that the heart desired.

Then arose the monster, for

the battle continues for ye olde heart to really

become ye olde heart….

cheers to life

Airboy89

 

 

The darkness

WP_20150830_20_36_28_Pro[1]They all met regularly

to decide the important decisions of life.

Society termed them as evil, dark ,satanic.

But it never bothered them to an extent.

Their beauty was something dark

and only the misfits, the Gothic,

the poets saw the beauty behind the beast.

For what was a social outcast had

found sanctum under this place.

It was a insanely sane place to be.

There were no one who would judge

There were no one who would be afraid.

They all took shelter in this place

called the mind

of a smiling person.

And that’s where they were deemed as thoughts

and no one could see them, since the

smiling face would cover for them

as they debated on the hypocrisy of society

on the misdeeds of the misdemeanors.

It was subtly a place were good was being

turned into bad  slowly yet powerfully.

And he realized that sanity

of the mind depends on the depth of

the thoughts, so he gave

asylum to the darkness….which he was once afraid.

 

 

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Cheers to life

Airboy89

 

Writing after a very long time, thanks to my friend Ambika for the cheers (https://ambikarani.wordpress.com/)