hungry thoughts

You tend to end up hurting the people who mean the most to you...maybe because they are the only ones you can take the liberty to hurt....but i hope they know how much they are loved and cared for....the life has its own poetry enjoy it.....

Irony: i cry and still feel like crying

Observations

Today's post is purely based on my few observations of life and inspirational thoughts of my dear friend (thanks bro for the granting unasked permission). 

This life is full of realisations and citations of facts that you realise latter or never. I will share a few of mine with you.

Things always comes back in full circle : Whatever you do others, how you treat them will always happen to you too, you also have to go through the same thing. Places will be changed and shoes exchanged but the feeling would remain the same. Whether its the unconditional love you show or its hatred, it always come back maybe not from the same source, but still it does. A fun fact is that in my case it has lot many times come back from the same person and trust me its a very weird situation.

Shit happens : Unknowingly when you least expected it.

But still you hate some and love some more after all that's what life is : MEETING PEOPLE.

From the eye of Sailor

its kind of work in progress, haven't been able to figure out the last two lines...suggestions welcomed, but obvious if anyone reads the blog at all...

curse thy perpetual sailor

sorrow and misfortune tailor

cause he was blessed by sadness

sailed in a sea that of his tears

true had come all his fears.

swallowed by a burly storm

he lay blinded and torn

on the ship on the deck

a lone living being in the sea

hope's light he wanted to see.

not able to sum what he lost

to him time was a bite of frost

and he faked a smile wiped the tear

for he had a crew to shoulder

in his heart her face smolder.

decided he had not to give up

frightened eyes oozed like ketchup

he brunt the storm and the pain

as there was purest faith

even in the lucid wraith.

longed for the scent of sandy grain

and warmth without refrain

the sailor broke free to be there

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:'(

Last couple of days have been real tough and killing for me, its hard to say it in words anything anyhow to anybody; 

in my sleep its all you i dream

but the wet tears wake me up,

a explosive rush in my bloodstream

open my eyes, a mute scream.

Then i take a short inhale

with the air i take your name,

then world again turns sane

before the moment i exhale.

you were here, everywhere

hoof, now you are gone

i want to go somewhere

through time i want to re spawn.

there is something damaging at the top

wish the thoughts immediately stop

because they bring on a curse

causing no more than acute pain

a lot to you and a bit more to me

like this, i don't want to be.

An idea of a bad night

a recipe for a bad night:

1. empty stomach

2. empty wallet

3. hard day tommorow

4. mosquitoes by the millions

5. to much things going on in your mind

6. irregular sleep

7. nobody wished you good night

This all came true tonight and its fucking not good feeling. But I console myself thinking of many out there right now in my country who just have a bit longer list....peace to their souls...amen...