It’s good to be co-operative,
But not that much that you turn your back towards your enemies or haters as an invitation to them to stab you,
Even if it’s just a filthy talk,
You never know who hates you and for what reasons,
thus once you notice any red flag,
I hope you don’t try to turn it into a white flag of peace,
Or try to be a dove in front of a hawk.
She stopped believing in miracles long ago,
Even if you will feel like one
She will pass by
Abruptly taking you as an illusion
In an attempt to escape
the possibility of her fears
mirrored by you.
People destroy your life beyond repair
And then expect you to sympathize with their pity party.
Because why not?
Crocodile tears shown afterwards always have appeal.
You will move a mile
And think that you ran hundred
When you don’t have a yardstick to measure what you are doing.
People read and study a lot
Not for no reason,
It helps in knowing how much you know
How much you need to imbibe and learn
What you need to eliminate from your mind,
You can think that you have created something exceptional
Until you know that it’s already available, tested and dead;
Reading, studying and learning is so important
It eliminates the IGNORANCE dread.
(Getting the already existing knowledge, it’s opposition to test its veracity and the results that came out and the conclusions drawn is so important. People generally think a lot on their own and then feel that they know a lot, like they have found something exceptional, they keep those ideas with them for years, struggle to make them a reality, only to end up in knowing that the same ideas were carried out in the past and failed miserably. It’s not bad to carry on with the same or similar ideas again as there is still possibility of their success due to changed circumstances but thinking that they surely will end up in success, specially when the independent variables are uncontrollable, those ideas prove to be just utopian views. That’s why knowledge of what worked in the past and what did not is really very important, be it regarding any field or realm.)
They did not listen,
They never could..
Not that they were deaf
Their hunger was more important
They ran together in hundreds
Having no hearth to live in
Didn’t strike their mind what they could
And keeping a distance from their brethren
Was what they should.
Grief of death was big
Grief of living was bigger to contain
You live in beautiful houses
Spending time in luxury
You can understand that perception
It’s hard to feel their pain.
Not knowing
what’s on going
I know life wants me to keep enjoying
Every feeling
Every impulse I gain
Not wanting me to numb down
Needing me to love everything
Like, love, loss and pain
Stigmatic as I could be
About being so psychic
I know nothing like intuition now-a-days
Feeling free from that heavy load
I am stunned with the sensory relief
Though I am feeling everything
I am unburdened of intuitive grief.
Before I begin to think that you are insomniac,
Let me remind you that you slept twice yesterday.
-Brain
