It always starts with an impulse…a sudden, but subtle surge.
Reality strikes an unnerving blow.
Steel-shut truth doors are suddenly opened;
As we blindly search for that beautiful glow.
Be strong. Strive to be more than average in all you do,
But be content also, even when your dearest dreams don't come true.
Embrace failure passionately; care for the drench of pain;
I know that after a couple of years
Memories might just be all i have.
I know that to some silent tears,
Tomorrow might just be days of laughs.
Love what you do, but prefer what you love.
Make compromises, but know when enough is enough.
Be married to the truth, but be acquainted with subterfuge;
I'm a few moments away from eternal bliss with your mother.
My hand shivers as i try my best to pen down this letter.
My heart is sore, embittered, and i weep for my mistakes,
it is said that questions are asked
because answers are required,
and though sometimes the answers we get
are not those we require
nothing is at all easy:
be it school, work, dancing,
eating, not even being lazy.
because in every corner
At one point in time,
every friendship starts good.
There's the laugh, the smile
and the playing a fool.
We all have a story we write.
One that concerns not only our lives;
but the decisions we made
and the choices we had.
Parents are beautiful beings,
Achilds unspoken best friends.
Mundane; but ethereal in every essence.
Not in the least without human shortcomings,