This is evidently my first blog...I decided to begin with my favourite (not exactly the correct shade)...colour- Blue.I have a blurred idea of what a blog is accurately.......I presume it's a 'diary entry' online.But available for view....
I sat down yestrday and wrote a couple of poems...
Few which had been pending long ago....
My mum's already begun calling me for lunch......But right now, i'll sign out simply by posting my poems....
The following, is about our relationships in this world and how they end but we fall in the same ocean upon dying...sans the distinctions in this world..
ONE
Is it over my sweet friend?
Is it over for goodbye,
Change , the moving change clasped in your hand….
That’s how should it all end?
Is it how we all will be?
Inside we understand…
We stay, pray, cry, love..
Outside we kiss goodbyes..
Ready to jump off the cliff….
Then we are one.
Is it just the interaction this much, in
This life…my sweet friend.
Or must we stretch beyond..
Will you remember me as I should be?
As we were near the start.
We stay pray, cry, love
Outside we kiss good byes
Ready to jump off the cliff..
Then we are one.
This world provided,
Now that I have found you…
From above, we are part….
We are one…
We are some….
We look around,
Bound by the threads….
Tugging each for truth…
We break some, make some.
And take some.
We stay pray, cry, love
Outside we kiss good byes
Ready to jump off the cliff..
Then we are one.
The next is about our teenage years, better described as a rebellious, confusing, and tumultous time of our life...
WE
We were born,
Ourselves, original, ..
Bubbling with life, curiousity.….
And, yet we must be tamed fit to live in this society….
We, are taught the rules
Promised some,…
Taught to be satisfied, yet demanded through…
Wounded, and nursed back to health….
Told, we are faulty….
Told , not to break….
Told, to be tough…..
Told, to be the smiling face…
Told, we are big…
Yet , some days we are too young…
Yet, told that we are loved
Bypassing hypocrisy……
Told to be the same as other’s…
Told differences make us ugly, unwanted….
Not unique
Because they are the society,
And we are alone…..
Our parents peer at us through glasses of,
Confused , perplexed faces….
Wondering for the change
Trying us to be same….
Insane….
Asking, not why we do not fit anywhere?
But rather,why do we not try to ?...
Each forgetting that once they stood being the same turmoil,
That is us today….
Signing off for now..I hope i'll be familiar with blogging rules well enough the next time I type....
I sat down yestrday and wrote a couple of poems...
Few which had been pending long ago....
My mum's already begun calling me for lunch......But right now, i'll sign out simply by posting my poems....
The following, is about our relationships in this world and how they end but we fall in the same ocean upon dying...sans the distinctions in this world..
ONE
Is it over my sweet friend?
Is it over for goodbye,
Change , the moving change clasped in your hand….
That’s how should it all end?
Is it how we all will be?
Inside we understand…
We stay, pray, cry, love..
Outside we kiss goodbyes..
Ready to jump off the cliff….
Then we are one.
Is it just the interaction this much, in
This life…my sweet friend.
Or must we stretch beyond..
Will you remember me as I should be?
As we were near the start.
We stay pray, cry, love
Outside we kiss good byes
Ready to jump off the cliff..
Then we are one.
This world provided,
Now that I have found you…
From above, we are part….
We are one…
We are some….
We look around,
Bound by the threads….
Tugging each for truth…
We break some, make some.
And take some.
We stay pray, cry, love
Outside we kiss good byes
Ready to jump off the cliff..
Then we are one.
The next is about our teenage years, better described as a rebellious, confusing, and tumultous time of our life...
WE
We were born,
Ourselves, original, ..
Bubbling with life, curiousity.….
And, yet we must be tamed fit to live in this society….
We, are taught the rules
Promised some,…
Taught to be satisfied, yet demanded through…
Wounded, and nursed back to health….
Told, we are faulty….
Told , not to break….
Told, to be tough…..
Told, to be the smiling face…
Told, we are big…
Yet , some days we are too young…
Yet, told that we are loved
Bypassing hypocrisy……
Told to be the same as other’s…
Told differences make us ugly, unwanted….
Not unique
Because they are the society,
And we are alone…..
Our parents peer at us through glasses of,
Confused , perplexed faces….
Wondering for the change
Trying us to be same….
Insane….
Asking, not why we do not fit anywhere?
But rather,why do we not try to ?...
Each forgetting that once they stood being the same turmoil,
That is us today….
Signing off for now..I hope i'll be familiar with blogging rules well enough the next time I type....
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