Dont complicate your life

Life is too short to bear stupid pains every time. If it hurts let it go, if it make you happy hold onto it. 

Never wait for someone who has already gone for your wait now can become a painfull and regretfull memory later.

When your senses will be back, dont regret for losing someone importance while you were busy holding onto the past..

It always better to quit early than get hangover later on... 

If things are going to end anyway, why bother to try to make it work when the future is crystal clear.

Our capacity to bear the pains can  be high but that doesn't mean we keep on getting hurt every time... 

Better to quit now than die every time slowly with each passing time. 

Life is too short to be sad, make the best use of it.  Be with people that gives you hope in life and makes you smile.

It's never too late to start a new world with happiness and nothing more, no more stupid regrets and no more stupid heartache... No more begging and no more waiting... 

If its meant to happen it will happen, you should  be busy making yourself happy rather than hoping for mericle to happem... 

              - Thought Printed Into Words-

You can do it Oh! Brave heart

Sometimes things can be so complicated,
Nothing seems to work to have happiness being replicated.
You feel like going far but cant, 
Feels like holding it near but no right.

Stuck between letting go and holding on.
Decision making power in life seems to be gone.
Either way the hurting is the ultimate truth.
Be it far from her or close to her breath.

Faith on fate seemed to be a pendulum,
Moving here and there until someone offers asylum.
Only time is the ultimate reality to check in,
Only true and courageous shall have a win.

Only a brave heart can bear such case,
Yet still be in pain and be at ease.
Laugh and smile of such brave heart,
Hides the sadness behind like a true art.

        - Thought Printed Into Words-

Survival of the fittest

Amazing were those days filled with ambitions and dreams,
Now life has become merely a survival of the fittest.

Nothing makes sense now, all are for themselves.
I am becoming someone I don't want to become.

Life has a funny way of telling us that it hates us,
I can see lots of people suffering while trying to make their life worth living.

Thousand thoughts and million ideas can't change the fact of life,
Fact that life is, life was and life will always be a battle to survive.

Survival instinct is what drives us into someone we are not.
Into someone whom we hate becoming.

Life and it's survival for the fittest can't be denied now nor in future.
All we need is a stupid ideology that we are surviving and thriving...

       - Thought Printed Into Words-

Appreciate yourself

Be happy with what you have today for tomorrow isn't promised to be there.

Be happy for today is all that matters and tomorrow is just an illusion which may or may not occur.

Do what you have to do today for you may miss the chance tomorrow.

Do what makes you happy, rest is just  secondary.

Share what you feel you must share when you have the time and energy to do so.

Laugh when you can and cry when you must for everyone is too busy fighting their own life challenges.

Be yourself and try to fit in, if you doesn't fit, maybe you are not meant for it. Just try somewhere else.

Life has never been easy for those who fought against it, just move with flow of it and try to make necessary changes.

Appreciate all the small things that gives you happiness today, for it may be the only things that ever made you smile in your past when you look back few years later.

Apologise when you are wrong, and fight back if you are right, these world is little messy and make it clear yourself.

Best of all, smile when you still have those yellow 32 teeth with you. For those teeth will be vacant few years down the lane... 😂😂😂

DO WHAT MAKES YOU HAPPY, SOCIETY IS TOO DUMB TO NOTICE WHAT A PRECIOUS JEWEL YOU ARE.
  
     - Thought Printed Into Words -

 

Past still hovers around

Somewhere I found a glimpse of hope,
A hope of being into love again.
A hope which was not there seems to blossoms.
Blossoming into perfect little flower of love.

Blossoming with the passing of time.
Enriched with each passing time with you.
I found myself once again embracing that little flower.
With love of shower I kept it alive.

A winter thought still hovers over my mind,
A thought of dead flower that once blossomed into cruel world.
Crushed by the fake promises of strom.
With draught of love and care.

I am still holding those memories intact with me,
Memories that haunts me everytime I feel the love.
Love so beautiful yet processes a devasting power.
Power those inherited by the God's of destruction.
Power to annihilate the existence of someone's presence.

Annihilated into being a stranger again.
Those feelings, those memories still remains like a haunted dream.
A dream I am yet to wake myself from.

Every memories I create with you acts like dejavu.
Every moment with you remind me of her.
Your every words refreshes her once said words to me.
Your every promises overlaps the promises she once did to me.

A fate is all she ever believed in.
A fate that she accepted and became his wife.
A fate I am not sure exist in this 21st century.
This mere word fate irritates me beyond words to express.

I will lose you like I lost her for this fate.
Yet now I will accept this stupid fate.
I will go with its flow till the end of world.
I will give my full trust and faith to your believe.

Only time will tell if we are meant to be.
Only time will speak of how our paths go.
Only future will show how stupid or wise we were.
To depend fully upon this magical word fate.

         -Thought Printed Into Words-

***I will keep writing for the sake of my old hobby of maintaining diary.***

As the river flows below the bridge,
I am just watching it's flow.
Just like the flow of life's actions.
Moment once missed can't be brought back.

Every past deeds flows like a river through my memory bank.
Feels overwhelmed with its force of flow.
All I can capture is mere droplets of it to write onto paper.

Capturing even 5% of those memory flow,
Can make my little writing hobby incredible beyond its aprehensing capability.
How I try everyday to make my capturing power great and strong.

Eagerness to jot down every little things I go through,
Plays like a magic to make my writeup fun to read later in near future.
Those writeup serves as a diary I once use to write so dearly.
Sad it is to think about losing a favourite hobby you once had.

This new hobby to jot down, scribble down and save it onto miniblog is amazing as keeping a diary.

How I wish I never skipped writing my diary for now every diary serves me as a beautiful past and every minidetails flashbacks the incidences I was once onto...

Beauty of having an old diaries is like having a treasure box of beautiful sad and happy memories...

       -Thought Printed Into Words-