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#ART... It's not always about having the right words to say, neither is it about knowing when to speak words. How do you console the bereaved? The hurt one person feels inside stays hidden, unless spoken out. Yet, we are all animals of secrecy. The best lies are told in times of trust and the truth is best spoken when it is needed... Words, words of necessity. It's not always about loving too much, or loving too less. The basic truth is to value the person enough to know that one's faults could be the other's personality. Life is a prize. Yet, it never should be about winning. Just try to always stay happy.

#ART...  I long for solace, but find none.  The sun stares down at me and within, I ask, "what do you see?"  The sky darkens up above and again I ask, "what are your thoughts?"  The wind howls incessantly at me, and like a colony of bees on honey, I cling closely to myself and again, say within me, "do you feel my shame?"  The sky offers sympathy and brightens up.  Yet, I find no salvation; the heavens closed, only to gather the other multitude to stare into my fear.  The earth moves, or so I think, sinking me into oblivion. The sun, beating with contempt My heart, racing inept... Does it read my pain?  The eyes of the world, staring and burning painstakingly and with practiced aim, like an expert archer, fires an arrow into my soul...  So much panic, I can almost taste my own fear.  The sky darkens, an angry scowl, marking the clouds like the wrath of an angry god... Wait, what does God think of me?  I want to think I am troubled, ...

#ART...  Which came first. Was it the phoenix or the fire?... Which lasted longer. Was it today or the day before?... What made sense. Was it the words or the wisdom they held? Which stung most. Was it the truth, or realization?... Which hurt most. Was it the disappointment, or the pain? How easy would it be to forget. Would it come today or tomorrow? Which would you prefer. The river or the rain? You held those hands, were they for comfort, or for gain? Life is full of pain. What is death, would it be peaceful? In the rankings of the heart, which comes first... Friends or family? At the moment of birth, which started life... Was it the heartbeat or the blood? Redefine impartation, everlasting, or forever? In your moments of realization, which do you find first, is it the evident truth or the unavoidable emptiness? Impossible, or unopportuned... Which best defines frustration? Which helps most, the belief or the miracle? How do you define clarity, hurt or disgrace? Want or lack, w...

ME  Division... We are always at conflict with our thoughts - war is the idea. When there is a battle for importance, there is no understanding. Yet, if there was, it still does not assure concordance. Pain... Pain is a motive. Pain is all that brings hearts together. Pain is the truth behind joy... There is no such thing as happiness, there is just relief that set goals have been achieved. Yet again, when there is a battle for importance; goals, there is no understanding - war... Even if there was, it assures no concordance... War is the idea. Questions... Many questions are asked, is there a god?... Who is god? What was before creation? Why is there pain if there is a merciful god?... Yet, none ever has bothered to wonder what color the line is, that bridges a gap between night and day... Does the light own the line? Or does the thickness in darkness take the ownership?... The need to understand brings about the need to comprehend... What is understanding, what yet, is comprehen...

#ART...  Cheers to the good times, cheers to the bad times; Cheers to the times when even time meant nothing; Cheers to the truth, cheers to all the lies; Cheers to the fact that those we call friends hardly ever tell that truth; Cheers to pride, cheers to shame; Cheers to love, cheers to pain, cheers still, to hypocrisy; Cheers to those who are never happy; Cheers to the ones who only pretend; Cheers to life. A big salute to that which ends everything; Cheers to knowledge, cheers to humanity; Is life a bed of roses? Cheers to that; Cheers to immortality, cheers to the creator's promise; Cheers to prayers, cheers to unmerited favour; Cheers to miracles, cheers to fears; Cheers to death, cheers to life; Cheers to evil, cheers to beauty;  Cheers to the ones we love, cheers to hope; Cheers to wisdom, cheers and cheers; Cheers to the tears, cheers to the eyes that cried them; Cheers to each day, cheers to that day everything will end; Cheers to the words we speak, cheers to every...

#ART...  The idea, in EVERYTHING, is Hallelujah. The idea is hallelujah...  If the angels sang and the whole of heaven danced  If the angels wept and the earth was drenched  The idea was hallelujah as the truth unfurled and the world lit up  As the teller spoke and as the story went  The idea was hallelujah...  As the world was reborn and as the glorious day  As the mighty go inept. Yet, weaker than when it happened "john 11:35"  Words of truth, hallelujah  Understanding is a gift. That is the idea  The idea was hallelujah...  When the children sang and there were no rules  When the bells rang, but never from schools  The idea was hallelujah...  As the horses raced, while the riders chased  When I fell in love, how foolish, with the sun  The idea was hallelujah...  As a life was lost and a legacy was born  As sorrow swept in and the light was clearer ...

What makes you think you'll survive the end of days. What yet, will you have, to justify your ways? The end of time... Until then, let all mankind believe On the last day, all the money will be nothing. All the luxury trips will amount to nothing. Nothing will be a cliche. Nothing will be everything, and the only thing we can all do. Self righteousness is the only thing we own now. Sad yet, that is all we will have. It's in us, so it's safe to say we all will have each other. Friends and hypocrites, they all will come together. Friends and snakes, they will watch each other's backs. Till the end of time, let those souls that sleep, sleep. Until that very day, let all that wanders, wander. Yet, no one has any idea of what lurks in the unseen. No body has an idea of what lays beyond understanding. What is understanding? ...That truth we impatiently fight for, till the end of time.

#ART...  I do not deserve happiness, within me I know it.  Help has been thrown my way.  Yet, with ingratitude, I have greeted it  I do not deserve to smile yet, I pretend to always make the best of every moment  I am a liar, a crook and a thief  I have hurt and when favour got returned, I felt worse  I know what the past was like and every time I am reminded of it, I blame it on others  Within me, I know I have an ego, a selfish ego, and with my stupid words, "I am proud", I never try to hide it  From those who have tried to fix me, I have drawn blood Blood from a silent and hurt soul  I have memories from the future, painted by visions from a past I never knew.  I know I am treading on a path of destruction. Yet, never for once do I try to fight it  The little fight I think I put up, is pathetic  I do not deserve to be happy why do lies flow so easily down my lips?  I claim to have p...

#ART...  They'll never know, I have fears.  Within me, I am scared... I have fears.  Sometimes they define me.  Many battles, many battles, wars, many, too many, I cannot count; I have lost them all.  They'll never understand why I am me, what makes me, me; what makes me.  They will never know.  Part of me is life's battle ground.  I am lost, I am weak.  I wish I could shed tears, but it rains all the time.  Who said pain wasn't beautiful?  Death is creative.  The wars of the heart are never meant to be won.  When you're scared...When I am scared...  They do not know, they never will.  They don't know why I smile, that when I do, it's only because I am scared.  That when I jest, it is only because I want to, though my esteem is always only a mockery to feathers.  That when I am with me, all I think about is the fact that I know, and have seen nothing, compared to others. They'll never know...  The...

"I fear only that which can take me away from my Faith: Me" "I respect only those who respect me" Life is a bed of roses. Yet, I wonder how it is not a garden. Each year, for each tear I cry, for each heartbreak. I feel, for each lesson I learn I still remain me, Thaprotege Me... My own prodigy

If I am a poet, then my God must be romantic.   If I can sing, it's coz my God is sweet.  They say He is a big God. Yet, handles so delicately, so sweetly, with a care that even mothers would envy.  My God speaks and the earth shakes.  Yet again, He speaks and the words hold a comfort so gentle and soft, silk is a mockery and the evening breeze is nothing.  My God walks and the land trembles.  Yet, by his side, He keeps me; I walk with him.   I am beautifully made. Yes, my God is that light that lightens up the sun, the earth and the heavens.   My God is everlasting. Yet, so youthfully beautiful.  It's not my fault that I am handsome.  My God is impartial and yet, a humble lover of souls.   My God, He reigns.  My God will never be comparable.