New year and other stuff new

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NP: Cheats music

It's been a while for some words.

It's been around, this so-called love.

It's been a ride with this existence, and yet there is more.

It's been a cry, oh you, Learning.

Currently:

= trusting the Author for greater things,

in the field where He has placed me,

knowing that expansion and growth

have been designed by Him alone

= taking on steps to a new kind of entanglement

that could be completely out

of what has been used to and exposed to

but believing for wonders and beauties in it

= trying to experience forgiveness

to self, to others, to circumstances

despite the difficulty

and the perceived impossibility of it

2018:

= more words written

to ink love and stories

to nurture the pen

to create without constraints

= more words read

to know and to hear

through stories seen

through other's minds

= more time with humans

to converse and exchange

to trust and to laugh

to live with a subject of the heart

= more time with self

to reflect and to be reminded

to nourish the soul

through thoughts hanging in the air

= more of the Creator

to defy self

to take greater steps

to live without limits

People Speak to People

The stretch of time has been visible
Though unfathomable
There has been so much in words
But incomprehensible
And as the whole city is observed
There is a hope beheld
And though there are only angsts
There will be a light upheld

You tell me, 'My fingers are ten'
I ask, so what is it for
I ask you, is there anything you live for
You say, 'My hours are consumed'
There is a heavy and empty banter above
There is thirst and hunger around
There is so much wisdom hanging on paper
Nothing is done to thine wisdom's vapor

One day you will wake up and say
'I have so much words and my fingers are not bent'
And as you look around the steady high tides
Mist will cover the opening of your eyes

Fifteenth of the Second of the Sixteenth

tonight
as the new day is being given birth to
that which had never been yet
I want to savour the melancholy of the dark
to get hazy with music
and to watch the night die down
and wait the morning arising
to be in words
to be the words
and to feel beauty
in being nothing
to love the conjunctions of time
those which are unnoticed but exist
the wee hours passing
later
the day will have been completed
and this moment forgotten
but at least I had it 
and I have been part of its moving stillness

I hope humans would be more honest to me

via

Describe a daze and what it is about

Tell me a thing or two about thoughts

Is it just human nature or human frailty

But I am all torn and confused by you

Speak with your eyes beholding mine

Because honesty is still what honors me

Say it despite that it will pierce through 

Or maybe you can hardly do as asked

Afraid, that it will turn to define you

What's got you tongue-tied and hesitant

Your words for me are heard by the air

I am listening and open to rebuke

Just speak it to me, just... speak it to me

C'est la vie

You feel excited, exhilarated, something awesome is gonna happen! Everything is still categorized under "Uncertainty" but you believed in yourself it's gonna happen!

You start thinking what you could do when it happens. I mean, you just can't wait. You feel it in your veins. It's there, causing your blood to boil... it's gonna happen, this is gonna be it.

You just can't contain your joy, you know in your heart it should happen...

Seconds, minutes, hours ticked by...

You're waiting... expectantly. With gleeful anticipation. With your heart racing like it's going to fall out of beat.

Another set of seconds, minutes and hours ticked by...

You're still waiting... expectantly. With confused anticipation. With your heart racing faster than before.

Another set of seconds, minutes and hours ticked by...

You're waiting. Without any anticipation anymore. Your heart racing like it's never done before.

The last set of seconds, minutes and hours ticked by...

You're still there. Staring out into the empty space. All your hopes dried out.

It didn't happen.

You waited...

...for nothing.

You realize you've been wrong... you just got ahead of yourself and matters.

Your expectations are way too different from reality. Such are your shattered hopes.

You shoved it off and say, "That's life!". You said it until you believe you believed it.

Noon time, sun is high
Deep inside I try
To find the poetry
Lingering in me
My words are dull
I break my skull
Just to find
What I have to write
Nothing comes 
But gentle hums
My heart is quiet
Plain life & death
This minute is bare
From laughs and tears
It's peaceful as sea
Art is a bit wee
Nothing to do
Got no clue
Then came a thought
Provoked by a yawn
Better to slumber
And be a gentle dreamer