[🌟Featured by CoffeeCommunity in #Cappuccino; by PsychologicalNovel in #Poetic Penumbra; by WattpadPoetry in #Stygian Skies (Dark)]
From,
The only copyright owner of this art.
To,
The only comrades who pursue my spirit.
Sub : A short ideology of wh...
Over the rhymes and chosen mimes, Over the unruly and unsurely times, Things of known uncertainties wave, Hit me hard to make me it's slave.
Between the tossing lies and flies, Churning the truth also relies, Being known that reality is clumsy, Life turns to be an artful lunacy!
Time ability and ordeals that towers, In each episode of life, usually occur, To test and twiddle our total powers, Letting the end - marking us to suffer.
Those three are the real traitors, Who designates us as the baiters, Of sorrowful laughters of joy and sly, From pointless chapters of moronic bly.
To make it clear let me glimpse...
Being a neonate we have none, Hence all let us have our fun, Yet if we don't eat and sleep in time, It becomes the petition of the crime.
Then we're designed to crisp crawl, Over the fine tiled floors of the hall, All smiles and sighs in a good grace, But it doesn't mean the end of this race, Even if we execute our program so well, 'Sooner you'll walk' will be the only spell.
The faster you turn out to be a kid, All the perfections will let you skid, Grades and shades of school days, Rips and grips in the best puzzling ways, The juvenile dreams and the rules set, Will be the great discord to web the net.
The later when emotions empowers us, With people as friends and lots more, Pursuing whatever we fantasize about, Wanting it all to be popping exactly out, Making the fairy tale turn true to the core, Only to turn it all fade in a filthy fuss.
Next round is where we act so mature, Thinking to analyze to just ensure, Before actions so it's never let to fail, Over this rumbling thunderous sail, The more we plan the more it lapse, The more free we slid, the claps.
Then comes the binding of people, So we're glued to the responsible regals, Job family and duties totally rebels, The passion and art into a tiny needle, We burn as the fuel for someone else, Piercing the soul to fiendish smells.
More of regrets pile on the line, More of joy is still not so fine, Whatever happens we let it go, Than replaying it all to redo, Upon these misty smoggy tries, We still ponder for contentment cries.
Then comes the time we're to lose, Our everything from age to leadership, We merely survive and near the close, Of this engraving art of assailing ship, Thinking about all those unlit sparks, Bristling and rustling on its remarks.
What is this life? Why do we live? Is it to confine when we're the young pears? Is it an odd when we can actually thrive? Is it to grow wishes when the curtain nears? Is it to end us on finical regular regret? Is this the casted spell of life's secret?
Even if the sun burns itself to emit glow, It's swelter is paid a recognizable bow, Even if it rains in the needed hour, The freezing breath can make it all sour.
So if we're ordained to live in such, Mere merriment results of the search, Why are every doings always cross checked? If the end dawns at the verge - anguish specked!
So never stop over these trapping clumps...
♋🔅❤🔅❤🔅❤🔅♋
This work emphasizes the critiques of life that hit me hard while I was looking at it on the whole. And the background picture really clenched me to cough out these words of care for it.
Life always blames us. Don't make it a point and head yourself into a path you don't want to.Live as you and live for you. In the end everything is only about you.Never blind yourself when your life actually seeks you.
Vote, share and comment. Feel free to feed your thoughts. I'm always awaiting them all.
With love, Yaris🔆
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
