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It is a really big world, and even more bigger the universe we perceive.

It is so random, strange, scary, pleasant, unpredictable, familiar and then so unfamiliar, all at the same time.

We all do a really good job at keeping it together,

And if you are here, breathing and still carrying on, you are keeping it together.

When everything is so balanced, that happiness calls for sadness, and life for death,

It takes bravery and courage to keep going on,

It takes strength and wisdom to enjoy what we still have.

In between the start and the end of this soulful chaos,

we are blessed with people, who show us that we can rely on them.

Don’t beat yourself up, we all sometimes, take things for granted,

we all wish we showed a little more gratitude to the person who has our back.

We are saved by their acknowledgement of us,

We know we are loved, when they choose to care for us out of all the others.

Knowing that, even in memory, can carry us to the end of our journey.

Through the tough times and doubts of, if we matter,

Those people and their memories give us a shelter.

I hope you always have a shelter and wish that you can be someone’s shelter.

“Nibble” should not be allowed to be said, heard or written.

Calling projects, “Babies”, give me the hibby-jibbies.

Can anyone say “Jeepers” without a forced thought?

Are people with noisy vehicles alright?

I think, people who use disappearing messages are at best cowards.

I think sunny days are overrated.

I think rainy days are underrated.

I think older people are wiser and funnier.

I use, “I think” a lot.

I use “right” with question mask, so that I can get you to agree, that I am right.

What should I write, why it isn’t coming to me?

Why I am not able to express?

I am consuming enough, then why cant I create?

C.O.D.E is for Collect, Organise, Distill and Express,

Where am I stuck at,

What is hindering me to fulfill the last stage?

I know, I collect a lot,

but collecting without organising is cluttering,

Organizing without distilling is hoarding,

Distilling without expressing is unused potential.

I search and consume, but until l find an outlet to express,

I feel physically and mentally sick.

More dreadful than sitting idly,

I dread sitting on things.

I know, it will all end eventually,

Till then, I give myself purpose, and take care of affairs that matter to me.

I want to finish what I start, so that I can start something else.

I want to resolve the conflict and curiosity in my head,

so that another conflict and curiosity takes hold of me.

Overconsuming makes me feel static, passive and stuck,

When what I want is movement, result and closure.

Does not matter, all important everything,

but matters what, why, and how is something important to me.

I set, reset the narrative as I go,

Once I was a victim, now I hold all the good cards.

“I loved you always”,

“I never really did”;

I have changed the record, more than I can remember.

Self preservation, Young blood, Ego, whatever they call.

Save my face, my esteem, protect my heart or my dignity,

whichever might be the reason,

they had it coming.

I change the cast, however I please,

Some feature or they not,

I am always the Main Character.

The anxiety you have, is to be resolved now,
It is suppose to be worked through presently.
One deep breath at a time might seem too simple,
But every small step takes you away from the anxiety.
You might wait for the perfect moment to be happy,
You might think that fitting into that dress will release your doubts,
It might seem that going to that destination will relieve your worries,
Meeting that perfect someone will be the end of your anxieties.
You might hope that, there won’t be any existential crisis once you achieve all those goals,
You might wonder that the meaning of life would be clear once you blow enough candles.
You realize however, it is not the once in blue moon action that saves you,
But the ones that are taken regularly, consistently;
Learning to manage anxiety is no different than building a muscle, playing guitar,
It takes practice, and you get better than you were, every time you do it again.

I ask myself what worries me,
So the next time I worry, I could rely on the work I do today.
I observe the rise and fall now,
So the pattern recognized can support me up, the next time I fall.

She left me, or I left her
When I chose filthy hands,
Not once but too many times over us.

No wonder she left me,
Maybe I just blinded myself to see if she was still there.

Ashamed, so ashamed of the people I chose over her,
The guilt so immense,
For abandoning hers and to work for their cause.

She saw as they rode my back,
Taking everything they could,
And resenting me when I had nothing they could strip further.

It wasn’t love for them, but hate for her,
Them and I had that in common.

To feel worthless is to choose people who makes you feel worthless,

A self fulfilling prophecy,

You wish upon the shooting star, the very thing you dread.

Too old and beaten to believe in soulmates,

Too cold and indifferent to care for someone else’s self interest,

Too broke and wise to birth a new life,

Rather be stoned to death or burned alive than to be someone’s unpaid help.

As I think of him, I feel my insides knotting,
Something is knocking and pushing out,
I think it is her.
I think she is scared worried, she will never see him,
I feel she is more terrified, she is hurting him.
I filled all the gaps in, so he couldn’t come in,
I take away hope from her little by little everyday.
What if this estrangement is forever, she thinks
What if, him and her can never make things right, and it’s in ink.
I have made the most difficult decision of her life,
I live with her guilt everyday.
My mother asked, how did he leave things, if you are so concerned about how you left?

The knotting gradually subsides as I replay the moments of that time,
As she sees how it used to be when she let him in her life,
As she look at him looking at her,  and treating her so ordinary.
The knocking fades too, as she retires to the darkest recesses of my mind.
I could never hurt her, all I try and do is protect.
I wish him well and let him go,
I wait for her wounds to heal.
Each and everyday, I take away hope from her,
Pray, she will forgive me one day.

Shoot his punches,
They mostly ricochets.
So much hurt,
And that much rage.
Love not in his cards,
He has faith.
Affection terrifies,
So unnatural;
Loneliness feels more like it.
Melancholy devil deserves more than the most,
Trust me he does and he won’t accept it.
He keeps on playing the devil,
Just to save his face.
He hates the ‘V’ word, he will be anything, but it.
But his soul has been tortured,
Witness comes forward or not.
You have to save the devil, and release him from his pain,
You have to lick his wounds,
which he keeps on picking.
He is as fragile as the brittleness itself,
He knows of sadness, as his home
He fears to taint the happiness,
He deserves so much love.
He is convinced he is not deserving,
And he tries to prove himself.
You have to take some burden off,
He is too tired,  and he doesn’t know it.
You have to help my melancholy devil,
You understand, you save him.

Things and people who cause you pain are never the solution.

People who want to be you, can never be with you.

If someone disrespects your core being, no matter how much guilt afterward, they will repeat it.

Dependence on others is the poison of life.

Collaborating with people of similar values as yours, is the social interaction you need.

Weakness is seeking attention, strength is, giving it to yourself.

Choosing yourself is always right, but being an asshole is not.

You are the protagonist of your life, but so is everyone else in theirs.

Kindness shouldn’t be confused with being a doormat.

Loving is easy, Liking is not so much.

Giving people more chances than they have earned, keeps them from growing.

Liking yourself is a superpower

Being able to be by your own is a superpower.

Self reliance is the only thing, as valuable as air and water.

No-one is completely good, no-one is completely bad.

Good and bad, right, wrong are subjective.

If you are going to be a counsellor for everyone, you better get paid for it.

Therapy, healing and growth is only for people who are ready for it.

Who does not think they need help, cannot be helped.

Do not keep yourself in a situation, until you feel disgust.

Do not shrink yourself, to make others feel comfortable.