The Unmolded Jar.

believe me when I’ tell you, life can be a bitch!

I’ve wanted to turn the page,
for so long to see a change
I’ve moved one mile,
only to stager in a radius of pains hooks.
I’ve cried a river and broken walls,
but still not perfect.
You would say.
I carry my pain, and curse my scars.
I fight my demons, so late in the night. .

Show me, love me, trust me
I begged the world for approval,
but got served with reproach. Imperfect, disfigured, weak,and undeserving
Is all I got, in for my quest.
Rejected by a father before birth,
neglected by a mother after birth, trust me I know when I say “Life can be a bitch”.

There is a song of love,
the birds hum it, every day break,
There is a whisper of hope, the wind blows it every fall,
And there is a dance of life, the leaves sway to it all day.
Do good, feel good.
Face your demons every day, and shine your light to melt them.
Let life’s simplicity teach you to love, live, laugh from the heart.
There is more to life

The Sinking Petal.

It fell from a bouquet, Large and red, scented in colours of an unleashed rainbow, above a purple orchard of blossoming flowers, sprinkling crystal glows, of rain dust that twinkles and shines like golden tear drops.

It fell on a sea of raging wind, the galping waters of raw mercy. Salted by restless tosses! to reach a place of no relief.

But the petal gently swayed, not noticing cruelty, but rather soaring as if on a bed, built in the glory stars. Up, down, upper and downner. The petal fell in the same calmness to the tide, with which it’d rose!

As it topples with waves of gloom, I will glide on the highest of them, perhaps enjoy the thrill of the fall. Life is not a petfect sail, I being caught up in its huddles yields nothing less, or more pain. If there is any thing to do, Learn how to Live!