It is fragile when it comes to being broken and concrete when it comes to counting on it.
Lately it has just become a matter of artificial support,
people don’t think twice when it comes to using others for materialistic needs,
All those moments of treachery remind us how fickle relationships are,
Leaving us with nothing but a pile of happy memories freshening our wounds every time,
Whenever the flashback hits, it leaves us with nothing but those atrocious intentions behind.
Feels like every time something alluring is trying to be drawn on the sand,
The river tends to take away all that with her merging into one big sea.
But life is beyond all this, I suppose,
It lies in the impeccable endeavors done each day to find solace, not in a person,
Or a relationship but in one’s own self.
Fighting inner demons than the ones outside,
Relying on one’s conscience as well as introspecting each day whether progress is made.
Mind messed up should be entangled to have a vivid vision,
because it is not mere survival but a deed to make a masterpiece.
Some days end up being jubilant while others put endeavors to pull us down a little bit more each second.
A deep breath and a reminder of the ultimate goal before the final sleep ends up being a fuel to empower us with all the remaining strength.
That day counting blessings, the capability of being optimistic, our patience, everything will bear fruit
The best thing is we actually know what we are capable of, and we can never let ourselves down. It’s better to expect from one’s own self rather than others.
Just a tea with loved ones helps alot. Giggling and laughing over the lame jokes turns overwhelming. Getting hair oiled and not caring about anything gives a sigh of relief.
Sometimes destiny plays a crucial role by giving us what we have craved for since ages. That one person whose smile is powerful enough to melt our hearts and calm our senses. His presence in life turns out to fill the empty space to grow with the passage of years.