I don't worry for the earth
when I throw things to the dirt
I think she'll be just fine
I mean, aren't I?
does she think about my worth
when I'm falling, when I'm hurt
after a life of getting it right
why fight?
I won't fear for all the world
I'm just a man, I'm just a girl
......
the substance tasted sour though as if there’s one who had the chance to have a taste of it .
i can feel pretty . at times , i wonder how it would be like to live a life without worrying about how you look when people try to see your entirety behind their own eyes . i imagine a life of one with no such concern about the time they’ll spend just to blend with other bodies — moving around town . i manage to understand what fits me ; the angle that i must calculate for every picture taken by soul without comparable life , the things that i can waste my time on by doing just to feel normal like the rest .
how can i own up to every spoiled matter that consumed me when i was still living the life i used to own ? must i continue to wonder how comparing everything leads to ruining what image actually exists ? or just to pick up the threads and be whatever i was molded in to be ?
When you feel lost
In the endless
weight
of uncertainty
Turn to the trees
Listen to the birds
Spin in the sun
Run down a hill
Laugh until
......
I'm sinking in this quicksand,
And Im slowly losing ground,
But the more I try to fight it,
The more it drags me down,
I'm standing on the water,
Trying not to look around,
Because if I lose my faith here,
I know that I will drown!
......
Ribald footprints
of a silent, brooding zitar
rendezvous with an ebbing tide
recalcitrant thoughts wash away
along this sandy shoal.
the substance tasted sour though as if there’s one who had the chance to have a taste of it .
i can feel pretty . at times , i wonder how it would be like to live a life without worrying about how you look when people try to see your entirety behind their own eyes . i imagine a life of one with no such concern about the time they’ll spend just to blend with other bodies — moving around town . i manage to understand what fits me ; the angle that i must calculate for every picture taken by soul without comparable life , the things that i can waste my time on by doing just to feel normal like the rest .
how can i own up to every spoiled matter that consumed me when i was still living the life i used to own ? must i continue to wonder how comparing everything leads to ruining what image actually exists ? or just to pick up the threads and be whatever i was molded in to be ?
Victory may come after injury,
Worry not and feel damn sorry,
Hurry to toil which is necessary,
Bury doubts as loss is temporary !
M V Venkataraman
When the end comes
I will be terrified.
Terrified that maybe
I didn’t spend enough time in the sand
I didn’t gaze into nothing for long enough
I didn’t strive for more success
Terrified that maybe
I could’ve been more patient
......
Ribald footprints
of a silent, brooding zitar
rendezvous with an ebbing tide
recalcitrant thoughts wash away
along this sandy shoal.
I'm sinking in this quicksand,
And Im slowly losing ground,
But the more I try to fight it,
The more it drags me down,
I'm standing on the water,
Trying not to look around,
Because if I lose my faith here,
I know that I will drown!
......