Tag Archives: thought

Have You Ever (3)

Have you battled with dream and reality
when both are one and the same?
Have you had to grasp
what you thought was a fragment
of reality
only it was just a dream?

Have you struggled to accept
the savages left
by the storm of life
while drowning in the thoughts
of the used-to-be
the peripheral visions
of what ifs, could-bes and if evers?

If you haven’t,
You are yet to live
If you have,
As long as there is one more sunrise
And one sunset left for you
Nothing is impossible
Hold on

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Have You Ever? (1)

Have you ever wanted something so bad?
You did all you could to get it
But when you finally got it
You didn’t really want it
Or you had no idea what to do with it?

Let It Out

Let it out
Let it flow
Let it glow
On your cheeks
Down your chest
Be mad
Be sad
Scream some
Wail loud and long
Like a banshee
Let the wind
Ferry your fear
Far, far away
Give your grief
Worries and sorrow
To the breeze of the night
Roll them all
Into the trash
Throw them out
And let them go

MERRY-GO-ROUND

Like a merry-go-round
I’m travelling in circles
Trying to find my way to me

I used to think everybody
Is moving on without me
But we’re all the same person
Moving in circles

Like a merry-go-round
I’m travelling in circles
Trying to find my way to me

What if the ride
Is not the way to me?
What if I don’t have
To come back to me?
What if the road to me?
Is to lose myself
Inside myself

All I’ve been doing
Is traveling in circles
Like a merry-go-round
Trying to find my way to me

Ride me home
Merry-go-round
I’ll never let go
Till I know
If this road
Leads to me

Is Life Unfair?

You think life is unfair?
White or black we thrive on air
How fairer can life fare?

Slake of thirst is same everywhere
Rain falls on all saints or sinners
Is life really unfair?

The rich heart weaken the poor despair
They shiver for thieves we shudder for cold
How fairer can life fare?

We bemoan, we chant life’s unfair
Dead is dead rich or poor; young and old
You think life is unfair?

What makes one sad makes the others cheer
While I cry she mumbles a thanks
How fairer can life fare?

I wish to be them, their life’s fair
They wish to be me I’m all smile
You think life is unfair?
How fairer can life fare?

Still

Tick, tack, tick, dead
Stands still the time
When I first saw you
And never started again
When you left
I stand still in that spot
Where I first saw you
There I lay my heart to rest
And will be waiting
Untill someone finds it again

Fear (2)

Fear is a living thing
it feeds on your worries, guilts
anxieties and insecurities
the more you feed it, the
bigger it grows, sucking
life out of you like cancerous cells
until there is nothing left of
you but fear, misery and empty shell