You are like the sun and my life is like the Earth. It revolves around you. As soon as I decide to go away from you, your sincere efforts hold me back. I feel that this time I will pull so far away from you that all the strings that bind me to you will break. I will walk away from you and will miss you a lot in my life later. But that will only happen when I am able to break the strings attached to you which I am not able to.
Have patience, O heart!
At least try to understand the situation.
Even you are going to start
walking towards building a new relation.
Climb up the stairs.
Put the second foot behind the first.
You will grow when you will dare
to walk and cross over each hurst.
Perseverance and existence are co-related. Perseverance or deterrence—what to follow? What do you gain if you follow them and what do you lose if you don’t? Which one is more important for our existence as an individual?
There are days when I cry
though I don’t even know why.
My soul is tired.
Something keeps diminishing its fire.
Even on the days when you don’t hear the claps,
you need to stay positive and strong.
You are not allowed to remove your cape.
No matter what, the show must go on.
I don’t know if really
there exists a second world.
I believe that around each other
our past lives might use to swirl.
I lost my register yesterday while giving a presentation. Along with it, I lost very crucial notes of various subjects I am studying to me this semester. I searched for it everywhere—home and college— but in vain. Damn! They could have helped me in the test that I gave today. Also, I could have excelled in all my subjects by studying through it. It held all the keywords within. It consisted of my hard work of every day, every hour, every moment I spent in college while I still possessed it. Even my friends were worried and regretted for my loss. What a great loss!
Hold up your chin.
You are the rider in this journey.
Passing through thick and thin,
you’ve become the boss of your own curney.
It aches to stay away from you. You are still a thought, but now with an essence. It aches to think that I will not think of you. It aches to wipe off all the possibilities from my mind— the fights, the resolutions, all the hugs and warmth—everything. It aches to believe that you will always remain just a thought.