They say you write well

I say okay

I write as I feel

Feel bogged down at times

And still I continue to move on

For a voice inside me screams.

If something were meant to happen anyways

Why am I writing at all?

An experience or a lesson

I consider them fair

For they taught me

How unreal it is to be in despair.

Singing a good old song

Without the strings in my guitar

I get swayed in the melancholy

Of my illusionary avataar.

Who is gonna be there

When it is all silent and numb

There is a power inside me

That awakens the truth like a magnetic gun.

Finding ways through the odds

Has been the leisure’s of the magnificent

Who thy knows the legend

For we are the one who will make history

In the life that we create in the long run.

 

We wish a certain way. We pray differently. We know each other and then we don’t. Then what keeps us standing in reality. A way through life is to GROW. Grow as you meet new people, greet new people. Look at life as a time to make your best craft a reality. Look how the galaxies meet and how the stars greet. We smile at them for we know this magnifies the nature’s beauty.