I can feel grief inside me
and the urge that only what is right should be
by which my other emotions are affected.
Maybe, both of them are connected.
I can feel grief inside me
and the urge that only what is right should be
by which my other emotions are affected.
Maybe, both of them are connected.
I am running out of zeal and energy,
zoning out of time.
I do not earn any money regularly.
I don’t feel like I am doing just fine.
Catch up with me
if you want us to stay together.
I don’t believe in waiting
for whoever or whatever.
Music keeps my body and life moving. I lose count of the number of rounds I take and hardly take notice if I am feeling cold or tired when I keep singing while I am walking in rounds.
There are days when I feel like writing nothing at all. On some days, I don’t even feel like thinking about anything or anyone. I might not be gloomy or sad but maybe just tired or void of thoughts. Even if I try, I am not able to form a composition.
There are days when I cry
though I don’t even know why.
My soul is tired.
Something keeps diminishing its fire.
No matter wherever I go, I’ll come back to you. You are my home. There’s a comfort in your existence. I believe in you. I believe in myself when I don’t want to because you believe in me. You have become an indirect source of power and positivity for me.
Home—a place we belong to. Where our families stay and belong to. Our ancestors, basically. Also, a place where the people who live there are connected with us. A place where we return after the worldly affairs tire us.
They say, ‘Pursue your passion. The struggle would be less’, but that’s not true. The difference in the struggle would only be that you would willingly struggle for your aim and work, unlike a work you are pursuing that you are not passionate of. If you have to struggle anyways, why not struggle in something that consists a part of your soul?
I should give up
This is what you think
But let all of it resolve
And inside it should sink