Dread not the change but the constant, Dread not the failure but the stagnant, Dread not the heartbreak but the heartless, Dread not the enemy but the inner demon, For life gives only one attempt at salvation.
Imaginary characters feel like our own, Our own circle of people feel unknown, Which era of darkness are we in? For the imagination feels acceptable, And the reality disowned.
O what is life without a heart full of love, of pain, of laughter, of tears! Shelter your emotions they say, Life is only a harsh reality, no use to wait for miracles or pray, Sympathy is for the weak, Survival of the fittest is considered chic, The colours of life now always scares, For there is a handful who experiences all, only a handful who dares.
How much greed is too much greed? We have a society that would collapse if people did not have a tinge of greed to outperform or achieve new goals, but where do we draw the line?
Stories told through time, Of human nature and characters like yours and mine, Connecting dots and unfolding our blind, Books will always be our friend whether we accept or decline
Knowledge and wisdom are not the same. Be knowledgeable enough to master different areas of information but be wise enough to never think that " I have reached the limit of my learning . "
While waiting for your life's red flags to turn green, don't turn into an epitome of reg flag yourself. It's quite easy to let bitter experiences turn you vile.
Millions are doing their duty, how are you different? We tend to lose our individuality trying to fit into the stigma created by the world. Don't lose yourself, we need uniqueness not uniform.
Sleepy eyes, looking to dream, Rustling leaves and the gentle moonbeam, Is the wind singing a song Or is it a scream? Of an eerie presence that could not be seen.