It’s a Self Thing Now

Broken

There was a time when man would give his all

When man wouldn’t care so much about his fall

He concentrated on any sound that was a call

Yes! he cared, he loved, he gave

That was his pleasure, his fave’

But then something changed

Maybe he became rotten to the core

Or actually a core no longer existed

So man focused on himself

Believed only in himself

Assumed only for himself

Actually he defined SELF in HIMSELF

Maybe it wasn’t on him

We might not want to admit it but we play a major role

We drove a part of him out

We allowed part of him to be broken

We marked, we scorned, we mocked

Just because he wasn’t like us

We let his fear and flaws be his judgement seat

And that is the core thing fail to see

We feel, we witness, we contemplate

But in the end we fail to comprehend

And maybe we should stop trying at all

Because we created a broken man.

I Have No Idea

Famous

I have no idea what I’m doing or where I’m going. The only thing I know is everyday presents an opportunity for me to be one step closer to or farther from my actual destination. I don’t know if I’ll be rich and famous or poor and needy. The only thing I know is that everyday is a mile to or away from either. Whatever the case I know I will always desire for more, never less. That is what drives my daily life and I’ll gladly take it. Actually, famous for something is my main goal. Don’t judge me!

Grab me rope

via Daily Prompt: Trance

One of the scariest things I’ve ever experienced is sitting behind my laptop and having no idea what alphabet to type let alone words. It’s like hanging over a cliff and screaming “hand me a rope, anybody, just grab me a rope”. Reason? Such makes me question if I really am the writer I thought I was. Man, it takes hours of a trance to get a grip on that!

Daily Prompt: Ooze

via Daily Prompt: Ooze

You have no idea

For missing my daily posts for more three days now, no body has any idea how my heart is itching for countless words to just complete it. I really should catch up. This probably doesn’t count as a real post but with the desire to maintain the pace oozing out of system, trust me, this is top notch.

Daily Prompt: Lurch

via Daily Prompt: Lurch

I decided to make a move

But then it never worked

Then devour, I thought

But I wasn’t content

Let’s play instead, I decided

It was no fun either

Score double, perhaps that will work

However, there was no game

Possess it! I concluded

That was just cold

No matter the kind of lurch I thought about

It always ended in my clutch as a failure

Let’s Salute the Audience

There is something I’ve still not been able to figure out in years- why people will even read what I post. It is the greatest honour ever that someone out there is willing to spend at least fifteen seconds of whatever I have coined from probably just a second of a thought. Today, my audience, I give you the respect you deserve. Not just us who write deserve it- you do more. Just one of you makes the views one higher than the former. Minus you, there’s actually no count.

Happy Audience’s Respect Day:-)

Blank

Willy-nilly

When I saw willy-nilly

I thought it was completely silly

My mind went completely blank

What could come out from this brain close to a shank

Then I realized

Even my thoughts as released

Could make a nice piece

After all, this isn’t a race.