Letting Go Of The Memories!

My words are torment of time and age; I seek whatever I can to get by each day. Standing on the edge of the mountain and singing a song of hope, well, deliberate act of mistake can make people understand me less. I hum my song to the verge of coincide everyone’s feeling. I seek positive replacements and utter words that motivate them, to step away from an edge, to make their will far greater than they see. Awaken moments and broken promises that are enforced on us to play their song over and over again till you forget to hum the song of hope that was given from the day you were born. Yes, innocence that has left you now, you seek its virginity broken in demise. But your shyness and shame would cover your dignity enough to make a change for tomorrow. A voice inside you will scream even then, “There is no such thing as love”. Yet, you will seek day in and day out for once that was yours. “Believe…” a voice will echo, like a light you seem to have forgotten, yet have found a road. You will stand and walk and lay, as a child you dreamt of a place that was once. Your fury will lead to a greater danger but remember the song you once sung is still in your heart. The place you dreamt will play your song of hope. Take your courage from the smallest details to the deepest slumbers. “Be at peace”, will say the time, “for you have reached a place where everything is mine, lay your head low, destination is a place where you will go”.

Graduating From The World!

We are a tool of learning and teaching from the day we are born till the day we die. Our basic learning starts from home.  Our parents or people that are in our surroundings, when they do something or the way they do or say, we try to copy and even learn from those movements. The context of learning is impossible to describe since it is incomplete and more innovative ways are being discovered every day. "Learning and Teaching" basic science, it is as same as "Receiving and Giving", it can also be derived as "Exchange of Thoughts and Actions". This exchange of thought, knowledge, collaborated argument, conversation etcetera are a few context of understanding how we are learning and getting our learning into teaching across.

"Wondering how your world works, wondering how your mind works" ... ~by Random_Hijabi (Check her out on tumblr http://randomhijabi.tumblr.com/ )

But the actual understanding and knowledge comes in practicality and from which we understand one another without us speaking to each other. What makes a situation same with us the most is a feeling proportionately same to the other person who is in that state. Things we undergo psychologically and emotionally, so, learning in its own perspective area has deep root to a tree whose branches keep going.

When we personally deal with situations or take a certain decisions, the consequence of a few situations we can predict and derive the outcome and many we take on chances from which we learn as well, regardless of the result be good or bad. Taking wisdom as knowledge and applying it in our daily life is a form of learning. We usually learn from our elders, or people of knowledge regardless of age, there are certain kids that are mature in understanding life than those who are older to them. We come under this amazement of a brain that keeps taking in and sets different places for us to derive them when we need them again. 

Imagination and dreams are tools of learning as well from which we try to make impossible into possible.

The world today has come from thoughts into possibilities, where people dreamed and now can be actually done through something known as “Scientific Research”.  But any person at the end of day should know the basics of life. The Small steps we take can be turned into tortures for ourselves. Graduation from this world needs courage and confidence of the mind and heart.

I'll Get Through!

Tossed across limits, shattered with anger and sound of feelings scattered on the floor. Last emotion left to keep but freed so many more. I’m running, running empty on the broken glasses, happiness, sorrow; moments that were forgotten revive senses of my heart. “Run, run, just run in the darkest place my love”, says the heart. With terror I start to shake, every emotion stares at me just to find a way to devour. Walked and ran, walked and ran, there was no way out and I had no strength. Voices kept telling me, “take it; do it”, yet I knew nothing. Tremble with fear as I was bitten by it. “LET THEM ENGULF ME!” I screamed with madness. Scattered feelings, senses of healing, they all said to be one with me. I knew then what I had given up, the forgotten moments, the time I could never turn back. Every tear for a memory, every smile for a memory, every hate for a memory, even a lie for a memory… and all the moments I lived. Emotions beat my senses to a pulp, I had felt enough and wanted no more. A voice says, “take it”, I took a shard of shattered glass, “do it”, and I did from which I had been painted red but that color did not make the end of my memories yet I left myself bleeding instead.

I Am A Part Of You

We all wonder so much about a change, a change of heart, a change of mood, even change of relationships. It really makes me sad about the connections, the reasons, the moments and memories before, during and after a change in commitment, in problems, in happiness, even in sadness. But, the anger or madness in humans, we usually take things to an over extreme from which we cannot return and undo. We all are vulnerable and emotional in one or another way. Those people or bonds that build us can also tear us down; beat us in our own game because they know our weaknesses. We are all a part of society where we judge before we introduce and to us those people are stupid who do not have their defenses up, just because they are ready to give away not only their things but themselves. We as an individual change a person either better of tomorrow or the worst of eternity. Impacts in life are black and white, are an open source and full of interactions. Our lies can be truth to the other and truth can be lies, we will always be in a circle of problems but along with them will be solutions like an antidote to a poison. Delicate souls need hope, encouragement and a pull to be back on their feet. When souls are as a couple living in a world where we whole as people are a society, are bound to bring destruction to one another's lives. The person on the ground will always be stronger than the person standing because we trap ourselves to a point that we feel lonely, and no matter what we go through, loneliness will always hover and kills us. We surely are a calculation added wrong.

I Need Light!

Welcome to a place where I'm forgotten. In the darkness where I'm all alone, I see no light nor feel any warm presence. I'm an embodied witness of my own crime; I stay in my heart as I try to close my mind. Living is only a word when I'm crawling on my lies; I pick up all the broken pieces of my past. Analyze them, study them, scratch the walls for more darkness behind them, kill myself and bring myself alive again and I repeat everything all over again like a mad man. I feel like "Gotham City", city of no hope, mothers leaving their babies in garbage drums, people crying for help and no one comes, even the people who can hear the cries are deaf to tones. When I think about a fictional place, I feel I've been there. I'm there, running from something, someone, just running. When we are so alone, where do we go? What do we do? How do we find that place where everything is alright? The darkness always comes to me, talk to me when I'm all alone. Is the cemetery near me or have I been put to rest already?

Zombie!

We are reasons believing to understand, my actions your reactions are a plain and simple mix, we are severed, broken and clenched, in an open, unforgotten moments of hurt.. you restrict my reasons to excuses and wont believe them, we have gotten older, in shambles of hopeless idealism… would you remember me by the moments we've given to the problems of solutions that were never discovered, I'm needless into living this moral less bases, I've lived enough to be forgotten in the memories of no one, your hate has subjected me from the moments of none… you have thought of me as you think of me as you know of me is not the man I am to be nor was to be as aimed to be as heartbroken in a cemetery I am to be, we've lived it all yet lived it none, you've wasted your thoughts on no one, your doubted morals have ended us, long ago there was none of us..