skip to main |
skip to sidebar
'
like a little light,
hanging down the ceiling.
never know when,
it will decide to shut.
poof it's gone.
like the grand life,
circling around the days.
never know when,
it will decidedly be taken away.
poof we're gone.
some might face death,
closer than some.
some might be on top of the world,
much higher than some.
but all are equal.
some lost things,
and people.
some let go of things,
and people.
just or much better comes around.
people call it,
being uncertain.
equally true is,
taking a chance.
simply a different point of view.
unconsciously,
all know what's best.
having the courage,
realizing it.
is a whole other tale.
whatever ways,
or reasons.
things happened,
because it did.
a perfect package of this journey.
poof it's life!
'
to a friend,
who's faithfully,
always been there,
for me.
Nasya Vaisaradya Badudu,
our minds,
are oh! freakishly the same.
i've screwed up,
or abandon,
might forgot,
the friendship we have sometimes.
you're faithfully there,
with your general weirdness,
all your thoughts,
and the geniuses of you.
i'm just thankful,
that i have you,
to call a friend.
we definitely will reach a top together soon,
together,
or separate.
because we will always have each other.
thank you for everything.
thank you for being you.
thank you for all the love!
follow NVB @nasyabadudu
'
as i watched the news today,
realized i've missed much.
been relentlessly staying in,
in ease,
unmindful of all.
a massive crowd of us,
lives out there.
without knowing,
their next meal,
their next day without lights.
thus forced to conduct the unpleasants.
there are good souls out there,
lots of harsh ones too.
us,
the ones in our adequate luxuries,
yearn and dispute for a liberal domain.
but do fathom,
it shouldn't come to past.
till the day we live,
in a realm where,
all gets their needs.
let alone comforts.
liberalism is not just a cool thing,
it's just a manipulated ideal.
a profound issue it is,
to grant it,
huge analysis to be done.
be careful of what you ask for it is.
'
Oh whirlwind,
They dance around me.
Crowded,
Yet secluded.
Mind blowing,
Just exquisite.
Made always right,
Only by a flow.
When gone,
Missed terribly.
When around,
Sight is most wonderful.
Never black or white,
Just brown.
Not grey,
Way better than that.
I will see tonight.
And therefore,
Taking away my fears.
'
we walk,
we run.
we see,
we look.
for a matter in life.
that worths,
that values,
that promises,
that perfects.
oh us humans,
always need a reason.
the big vindication,
to strive.
whether sense or non.
what if nothing is evermore?
what if in just seconds we lose all?
what if we get exhausted of it?
what if we are bored with it?
the matter,
that was once vital.
becomes nothing,
sacrifices becomes obsolete.
people change,
life evolves.
nothing is eternal,
perfect is zero.
matter then was truly an aim or mere excuse?
'
like lessons in life,
it's inevitable.
like getting older,
it's inevitable.
once somebody said,
die young or live forever.
none is great.
dying young,
definitely not nice.
living forever,
definitely boring.
just have to walk it through,
the way it's meant to be.
sometimes even losing,
some we like,
some we love very much.
that's when life,
happens.
getting some,
losing some.
keeping some,
letting go some.
inevitable.
lots talking english,
some talk italian,
some talk french,
and many others,
talk many others.
lots drinking coffees,
some drink teas,
some drink juices,
and many others,
drink many others.
i am not talking,
i am not drinking.
damn.
Through the glass door,
windows.
Beautiful outside.
Seem tranquil,
looking from here.
Still I choose to stay in.
After all,
it doesn't seem like how it looks.
It doesn't seem like how it looks.
One step out the door,
everything's different.
People walk in fear,
bags are always held front and tight.
Just a small example.
How come?
Everything's so nice here,
but people live in prejudice?
No,
I don't know why at all.
What I know is,
I will enjoy this for a little while,
and leave it behind.
For another place,
not this beautiful seen through a glass door and windows,
but I will choose to step out the door.
It definitely doesn't seem like how it looks.
Bound by many miles,
back here where life seems paused.
But there's always light,
in many darks.
It's a white,
new upcoming year.
Not too much,
not little,
just nice.
Wake early in the morning,
proceed with days.
Different places,
the same me.
Another chance to see,
and feel all.
I miss few days ago,
miss it all.
Will miss this too.
But home is where I belong.
Posts
