Dear blogLiving in the times what someone very special to me call a PHASE of life, which will hopefully end very soon, I am trying to figure out what have I became by now...! Things have changed beyond recognition. I fail to understand what is 'good' for me and what isn't. I may play the blame game, but that REALLY sounds immature and wrong. It's my life and I must learn to respect whatever it can offer me. At this note, I share my next poem about the abstractness of my existence which I think is STILL incomplete... but I have no intentions to complete it either...!
A not-so-known breeze
Kisses My soul;
Unheard footsteps
Sound louder each moment...
An apparently newer journey
On these old roads;
Blending a newer life
In this old soul...
New faces, new lives
Jingling with that of mine;
There are smiles, there are frowns
And then there are no smiles, only frowns...
It might be right to cry
But it's definitely wrong to smile;
Doesn't matter if rejected or selected
As there is always someone to judge you there...
Fight on, Move on and hence Live on...
