I did intend to punch in a poem ... before long but my thoughts do not seem to find coordination ... feelings felt and lost in the moment ... well that is an emotion wasted is it not ...because i am not able to feel an emotion to the entire extent ... the more i try and understand a particular situation the more heated and out of focus i tend to become.

I hope to correct my streams of thoughts before it is too late. First off i need to concentrate more on me before i try and understand another person. Because in a bid to try and and understand another I seem to have given lesser care for what I feel and thereby losing the essential part of being me. It is essential of course to understand another ... but it would be of help only when one knows themselves before setting to ponder on another.

So here I go.

I will hereby try self indulgence( spare me for a couple of days). I intend to do only what i like and not what might please another. I said i will try *wry look*. It seems that when one is happy he/she could be a better human being. By happy I mean *looks confused* ... well today's world is so complex that one can not as much as define a a word "happy" without double checking the true meaning. Well by happy 'I' mean to convey being content i guess ... the inner content and calm ... ease of the mind and the likes. Ergo I hit upon a long term plan to keep my head and it's sanity. I shall be happy doing what i want to do injecting thus a confidence booster and a tonic for happiness .. which will thereby propel a healthy frame of mind and a healthy mind is what I need to serve my people better.

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Writing 'bout his life...
Writing helplessly...
mistakes made again...
the layman grieves...

Life and love darkened...
pained by it endlessly...
mind now but a dark hole...
jinxed to eternity it seems...

On the waking ...
Rested and sublime...
Thoughts laid to sleep...
Unpleasant dreams release...

Lightened he rose...
breaking those shackles of grief...
Misery ebbing....
He plunged into the vibrance with ease...




::: This is a shoddy piece of plagiarized work. A rip of from Rohit's original. *blinks* i customized it to suit my tastes.

But I think i liked it.
I will write one ... but only my spring of creativity is only gurgling tiny amounts of thoughts at the moment :|.
*smiles shamelessly* look i just called myself creative. My plans seems to be working already. I will n shall do what pleases me.