Look at her she’s here, Every time I hear,I don’t spin around and look just to catch the look. Of the people looking at me and waiting just to hear ;my gold rose watch tick and tock and my heels til tok. Black ripped jeans with a dope jacket is what I mean. Minimal bling with vintage glasses creates a perfect crime scene. Cold eyes and shiny lips are my perfect makeup tricks. Nothing less and nothing more and this is how I step outside the door.
Sometimes during some conversations you just pour your heart out. Like there is no fear left of anyone coming to know something about you that they shouldn’t be knowing. It happens when you just don’t care anymore about anything but what exactly you want. When no one is able to understand you and gives up on you. When nobody doesn’t even want to know and you just get so fed up of shouting at the top of your lungs and telling exactly what you want but everyone just keeps on coming up with their own theories. That’s the time when you just say what you wanna say and don’t even care if anyone is listening or not but there is something about that last effort of yours that forces the other person to just listen. This has happened with me quite a few times and this Monday it happened yet again and I just said what I wanted without caring if the person understood me.
My soul is so free that it wants to fly up in the sky. My soul wants to reach a whole new level of freedom. Running around with no one to stop me is something I desire for. Being unstoppable is my ultimate dream. I just don’t understand what stops it(my soul). I know it’s daring. Daring enough to fly away wherever it wants and whenever it wants. I know this is what’s right for me. I just don’t understand why every time it(soul) desires to fly up in the sky and tries to break free from the bondage that it’s in, it is not able to succeed. Every single time it tries to break free I feel the pain in my chest but I like to endure it because I know that it’ll be worth it. It’s not me it’s my soul that needs freedom now. I know it wants to be free as a bird and fly up in the sky.
it’s one of those strong words that we use in our daily lives without understanding the depth of it. I mean for me it is me being connected to myself. Yeah there are days when I feel so disconnected from myself. I guess we all do. For me being in rhythm with my myself everyday is very important and by that I mean that whatever is in my heart should be in the words I say. If it’s not like that I feel like cheating on the person with whom I am talking and what I fear the most is cheating myself. I want to feel the connection with myself every single day for the rest of my life. Everyone knows how bad it is when lyrics don’t go with the beats. It’s like that being disconnected from oneself. Though sometimes being disconnected from oneself leads to finding something much more meaningful but still it’s okay just sometimes. It’s one of the things that scares me the most. It’s all right if a bone is broken as it will be where it was in sometime and it is guaranteed , there is a doctor treating us, an another person that we can rely on but if this connection, the rhythm breaks we ourselves have to be the doctor. We cannot rely on anyone. But still if it does break just remember connections which break were meant to be temporary. So why not go in the direction of making some permanent ones. The new ones. Find yourself one more time.
I want to dethrone myself and be the new king. I want no other i just want to be the only one in my league. I wanna know if I can be better than nobody but me. I want to take the steps no matter if small or big… Journey is the master and destination’s no thing. Sky is all over and there are no limits……… I am close to the ground and close to life. I am ready to fly and dethrone my skies ( my limits).
“How could she make such a beautiful fault even without knowing about it. How could she get away with such a tremendous crime of stealing my heart. What are the mysteries she is hiding behind her smile. A smile that can keep petals intact to roses for eternity. A smile that can turn thorns into soft feathers; feathers that when dipped in ink can give the writer the inspiration to put his words on paper in such a way as if every word is a story in itself. Every word is alive. Her eyes have the power to tame the wildest heart. I want to tell her that I love her like the speed of my pulse when I think about her but the moment I actually see her my pulses starts functioning as that of a corpse. After all this I can say that she is a bad thief as she left the clues of theft all over my heart.”