Art of life

 Criticizers seizing my inner spirit

The world bore a tangent sphere

A sphere more like a rectangle

No sense it makes .

Dandy fish to be stale bread

It seems foot unrest to mind working 

How hard is to , do it today , tomorrow and everyday.

One in a million they said

But the phrase has reversed and the spirit says million in a one …

How far to continue 

Mind unrest, foot tripped and heavy weight in a boring heart.

Thee not be a people pleaser as it has corundums .

The spirit of life maynot end

Let it go , live it up.

The poetry be the best companion of the world demons to the rescue..

Criticisers you can’t be me and nor me be you..

Wave off , cut off chase it for yourself

Perplexed at Twenty-Seven

 Perplexed at Twenty-Seven

The ending of an era,
entering into responsivities
from following the booklet to being bossy,
No one to hold the back.
No more a social bird,
rather an introvert adult.
Twenty-Seven and way too much changed,
from being an amiable human to a daunt creature.
Entering a new phase without any further prediction.
ah! This is life..
like an ant,
Each day trying hard to achieve the goal,
Some how, Some day there is a hope,
it will be accomplished.
No complaints or regrets, only faith which could summon me.
All of this , I realized when I walked on the golden road which
I use to travel every by and then.
So much of me is changed from being a confident lass , thrived into hesistant dame.
Ageing is hard and treacherous.

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Thought 125

One right person and you are good to go.

Thought 124

Sometimes I too feel low and helpful ,
But I am too bad at showcasing the sad part of me and eventually I weep.then I realise it's absolutely okay to cry your heart out because situations can never be perfect and not always people will be appreciating you 😀