"LIFE IN TIMES OF WAR"
Let us say it is a field
It must be everything and nothing at once.
All are illusions
Life, the wonderful dream
will one day envelop us,
Never meets with reality
So, finality is the true reality.
Life is a journey, an unavoidable journey
But need to face happily.
The future is uncertain
our past we can't recapture
seize the present moments
Irony, present is at war
The doom of heroes shed the innocent blood
Never life and death so grimly have looked us in the face
Now war's red glowing furnace will temper it to steel
Do not stand at my grave and weep,
So stick to the fight when you are hardest hit
It's when things go wrong that you must not quit.
ONE LIFE, one life can make a difference
This is not the end.
Take courage, better things await.
Life is a war, but ours is at war.
Life is given to us,
and we can earn it by giving it.

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"THE MIRROR OF A MAN'S HEART IS HIS ACTIONS".
The worst thing is when you know you are not alone but you feel so lonely and unimportant that you just wanna throw yourself off a bridge and die cause it wouldn't matter to anyone. Not knowing where you stand in someone's life is a slow emotional death. The longer you hold on, the more numb you become. And the most painful thing is losing yourself in the process of loving someone too much, and forgetting that you are special too. And sometimes I'm not angry, I'm hurt and there is a big difference and it hurts the most when the person that made you feel special yesterday makes you feel so unwanted today.

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Adorn in love;
you who stole my heart away.
You once said you were scared of darkness, and that you'd never learnt to swim but with its promises pumped through your veins, you held your breath and jumped right in.
Now, I always feel like I'm not able to give you the best of anything
I want to travel the vast expanse of your mind and scare the evil spirits and bad thoughts away.

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Your eyes are no exception
You own the deepest part of this stupid breaking heart that cannot find the direction of love
Such is the beauty of love_
always instilled, never taught.

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I touched him with scarred hands
I loved him with a messy heart
I whispered all his flaws and inhaled the storm
I had stars in my eyes and galaxies in my heart
I let go of my interests, my goals, my fear, my passion only to follow his.
Now I'm an olive coral colored dawn with sun gold clouds more amiable _than those pretty lies he told me.
Now I couldn't find the pincode to the staircase of where his heart lives. I stood still by the sea but he even didn't notice. More often than not I lost my identity in the process.
I don't know what she did so special to him that her love was still there to stay.
So I will ask him_Do you still love her?
But no, I'll not because he have never stopped actually.
I forgot myself_worth since he were always highlighting her in his thoughts, in his words, in his writings, in everything_
Don't tell me now how my grief will pass that I shall soon be free. Don't stand in pious judgement of the bonds I must untie. Don't tell me now how to suffer, and don't tell me how to cry.
After a while I learn the subtle difference between holding a hand and chaining a soul and I learn that love doesn't mean leaning and company doesn't always mean security.

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I have put my heart on the line
Covered my eyes to lies I played blind
Closed my ears to gossip in the streets
All I have is time on my side. My soul is darker. What a mess I've made of my soul. Nothing but an insecure girl, who once knew but now could not see; constantly. I was not made with a lightness in my tongue so I could be easy to swallow but not easy for the mind to follow.
How I cry to shed my burden?
So great that it doesn't exist.
Yet I can feel it weighing me down. A weight such that, no number of lifters can lift. Who would of thought the one you give your soul.
I'm trying not to get split
I rest my head on my pillow,
I close my eyes and sigh,
And pretend these miles don't exist,
Because they overwhelm me completely.
I thought we had it all, and now its cold and dark.

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I'm not sick, I'm twisted. Sick makes it sound like there's a cure but only in the darkness you can see the stars. I'm not this dark, twisted person. But my mind isn't actually twisted it's just strategically bent in several places. Yes, I have my demons and this is my way of exorcising them. It gets them out _and better out than in. A fearsome wind cannot compel the weakest branch to gladly yield. I don't know what's worse; Drowning beneath the waves or dying from the thirst. They asked me how I knew this way of hell. I told them I did not need a map for the darkness I know so well. The intricate spiral of my twisted footsteps speak depths to confusion. The demons run circles, round and round in my head. When the going gets weird, the weird turn pro. So he was her dark fairytale and she was his twisted fantasy.

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They say there is a reason, they say that time will heal, but neither time nor reason, will change the way I feel, for no-one knows the heartache, that lies behind our smiles, no one knows how many times we have broken down and cried.
My heart that feels the beat, all day, all night keeps on repeat. But may my highest motive be, it should be plain for all to see. I stocked from being quiet so, and feeling how to let it go. Willing to share what I hold dear, but never tried to come in near. Why life feels like it is not fair? I felt like drowned into despair. I tried to wipe away the tears, that I've been felt throughout the year. I'll open up my heart above, but still I keep the feelings I have. A heart kept clean by high desire, not controlled by anger's fire. I now speak truly in each word of mine, my heart's desire shall be fulfilled. My love is the flowing flame, that keeps myself for me to blame.The only sign of life is when I purge my emotions, as I cry, your voice echoes in my head, I know I cannot sustain being lonely.
My heart keeps beating, even though it is bleeding. My tears don't run out, even though I can't stop crying.

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Why you blame yourself for everything ?
Why you always thought that it happens to you only?
They always took the one
But you didn't remember when you entered the garden you plucked that single beautiful red rose instead of the Daisy and you were knowing that it's all single. "KARMA"

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