Makhtub, living life as it comes

Words, thank you for failing me Neither could I write on it nor reflect Worlds are built and worlds are lost On people, yet disappear they do in a moment Words, thank you for failing me Words are better at failing than worlds all over Time and time again do you fail In need and in deed do you forgo Words, thank you for failing me For when it is meant to be told Is meant not be said, and not be remembered Words, are just as good as nothing! Hearts are broken, not to be mended or to chill Hearts are as hearts are.. being.. breathing! Time to breathe, to be while words be quiet The broken hearts just breathe and move on For losing people is not the pain.  Words spent in deeds    are not the poisons The memory of pain is only realised, when Words in silence can fail just as when spoken Words, thank you for failing me! 

It begins with a word,  A phrase or a thought  It begins with a word A thought and a deed  For words let loose do hurt  Hurt worse than physical pain For the word in deed is much kinder  Than words let loose in anger/ disdain  Hearts and skins, peel away in agony  In words and inwards, do things remain  For spoken or unsaid,    words are words Slice through stone better than swords  Freedom or otherwise, speak a kinder word  Than pile upon shackles upon shackles  Shackles bound and repeated every time  With a word or phrase in its own psyche  Words do mean things,  words do demean things!  If not spoken to nurture and create Then words are best left uncreated !

The sea is a best friend of sorts .. once befriended never returning back to be the same !! Think of it..   loves you to infinity and back- check  managed to stay away from you at all times, and ever keeping a watchful eye..  never lets you forgot them  available yet far away.. Once you realise that the sea is all that you want it to be and more it becomes rather very difficult to stay away from it for prolonged periods!

It begins Slow and steady Once through the heart Sorted through the soul No rhyme or reason No rhythm or beat All there is is the invisible void Void    work neither    emptiness nor happiness Void devoid of all void Yet the passion slays comes To remember and to teach To care and to cradle There is always more to give There is always nothing to expect There is always something to learn There is always a tear to shed There is always one to remember There is always someone to forgive There is but the void! There is but the void within and without The painful void remains To teach and to ponder The smile remains true to ones heart For from the void began nothing And from nothing does inspire everything

The heart remains of its pieces Sudden outbursts of pain unknown Pains unknown surge through Yet tears to shed there are none! Lives move on and find happiness Long forgotten and forgiven Emotions and valuations are worth nothing! For lives evolved and hearts, melted into passions Life smiled on and all that need be spoken Are forever more buried and smiled upon!!