Life has been,

quite overwhelming

The bustle of a day,

like a measured set of strings

One miss,

And your craft is not worth anybody’s ears

 

 

We are like clowns,

Juggling things in circus

One, two, three

That’s easy

Four, Five, Six

I can do this but with sweat tricklin’

Seven, eight,nine, one hundred

Fasten that smile, everyone is watching

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You. 

Finding you felt accidental

Approaching you was experimental,

You got my eyes mooning,

My heart quickly beating

You were the guy 

From the other side

You were the guy 

I thought wouldn’t reply

You made me brave

Say things that I felt

You made me wander

Go over boundaries ahead.

Today

Today I decided that I wont go to the gym

That I will eat that pint of ice cream

That I will watch and read all those scenes

That I will let myself feel

That I wouldnt think

That I wouldn’t worry

That just for today, I wouldn’t be bothered

That my dreams and goals will still be my dreams and goals

But I’ll just take a step back

Just for today.

On the Process

On the process

That’s how I would like to describe the life that I have right now

On the process

Of loving myself

Of accepting who I am

My hits and my misses

My beauty and my bruises

My intelligence and ignorance

My passion and disinterests

My achievements as well as the set backs,

On the process of waiting

For my big break

Career climax

Healing

And the love of my life

On the process of growing.

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She has the wildest mind

A factory of ideas,

Maker of unlikely stories

She has the biggest heart

Lover of minute details,

Emphatic to the oddest balls

She has the loudest laugh

Bearer of the corniest joys,

Painter of colorful grins

She has the daintiest hands

And if no one would write about her

Then these dainty hands

Would do the scribbling

Sometimes

Sometimes, I wish that I am not as invested with my body as I am.

Sometimes, I wish that I just don’t care about other’s feelings.

Sometimes, I wish that I dont pay attention to every detail people say in a conversation

Sometimes, I wish that I don’t set it in me to strive for authenticity, even if it means brutal honesty, in myself

Sometimes, I wish that I just dont care. Period. 

Sometimes. Some times. 

When everything seems about to close in
When they say that chances has become slim
When voices urge my heart to keep on worrying
When my mind can’t find peace and keep on running
I promise to draw in all the strength left in me
And choose to trust the Lord
For there is no one who could calm the storm
And no one would fight for me
Like the Son of God, Jesus Christ.