Stop pretending

Stop pretending everything’s fine.

Others don’t give a damn neither a dime.

Life struggles are reality, not a sin or a crime.

It’s hard to keep it in,

When everything falls apart and nothing’s fine.

 

I see others having fun and enjoying.

I just wish all those good things and happiness were mine.

But I am left here, sitting in a small dark room crying.

 

Wipe the tears flowing from your eyes.

Happy endings are not true, those are lies.

Somebody save me, these inner demons will finish me and lead to my demise.

Even if it happens, I won’t be surprised.

I am used to it now, I won’t go down but I’ll rise.

The only option is to climb upwards.

There is nothing at the end if I go downwards.

 

Shoot for the moon and hit the stars,

Just to see how much can I travel.

Will I end up here or go too far?

 

It’s not about reaching the stars,

It’s all about healing those scars.

I suffered from reckless pain back then,

So I will not give up until I breathe or unless I am dead.

 

Stop pretending things were fine always.

There is nothing to be afraid of and you have already found solace.

You have a family and loads of friends,

nothing to lose and nothing to gain.

 

Things don’t work like that though,

Reality is real, even if you want it to be unreal, it sometimes seems surreal.

On the surface, nothing is dirty, everything is clear.

 

Hoping things will get better soon,

‘Cause I feel relaxed and content,

only once in a blue moon.

 

Trying to think outside the box.

Trying to be as clever as a fox.

Trying to climb up on the longest wall.

Trying to defy all the odds.

 

Hope is there as it has always been.

I wish to see those things which I have never seen.

Be as noble as I can get, as noble as no one has ever been.

 

Don’t have a debt under your belt.

It’s hard to repay and impossible to forget.

Lagging behind you is not an option.

Nagging you constantly is only the solution.

 

I imagine doing things that no one does.

Imagine thinking those things to whom all that never occurs.

Imagine saying things aloud but only find myself whisper.

This life is a struggle, man! It’s a roller coaster.

 

Don’t waste it on blame games.

No use calling each other lame names.

Focus on your main aim

Haters will have nothing to say but display shame.

That’s when you know you’re a winner.

You’re a real life hero and not a hero in fiction.

 

 

 

 

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Are you a night owl or an Early Bird?

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First of all, I am not calling you an owl or a bird if you haven’t figured out the meaning of it yet. A night owl is someone who tends to stay up late at night or in simple expression, we can say, someone who does not like to sleep early. An early bird, as you must’ve known or if not, then you’d have probably guessed it already, is someone who likes and tends to sleep early and wake up early the next morning. Our elders, our teachers and just about every other person we know, always advice us that it is advantageous to sleep early as it provides ample amount of benefits and makes you more energetic as well as enthusiastic during the day. From last few years, I have developed a habit of staying up late. A lot of people now a days have developed this habit because of the internet. It is quite addictive, right? Well, there are so many other reasons as well though besides surfing the internet all night long till twilight knocks on the door of another wonderful day. Like, one can be you’re being chatting with your significant other who is living some distance from you due to work and you’re missing him/her so badly that you can’t resist but to talk and you’re just so unable to let go. You just keep on tossing and turning the whole night and before you realise, the night has bid good bye already and you sit there on your bed worrying how would you spend an entire restless day at the office.

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One more reason can be that your mind is active only during the night. This is something which I also experience every night while I’m in bed with a blanket covering me from head to toe and hoping the sleep-fairy will put me into a deep sweet-sound sleep and fetch me a sublime dream. Alas! It just never happens. Maybe, my sleeping schedule needs a bit of work and rescheduling. But, for some reason, over the last few years I’ve apparently become a night owl. I have noticed that it is actually a lot easier to do creative tasks at the moment during which the silence seems more beautiful and comforting as well as soothing even than a musical masterpiece from a well-known musician as it makes you feel calm and you are desperately waiting for that shimmering ray of sunlight which is also craving to fall onto the glass table through the window which will be wide open soon as the chilly blows of wind will fade away somewhere you wouldn’t be able to meet them until the evening. It has been psychologically proven that your mind is more active during the night than during the day as well. it just makes every creative task a lot easier and peaceful to do at night. So, I wonder if I can find someone who is exactly same as me or have a similar kind of lifestyle as mine. I will keep on wondering until I find somebody.

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