My memories are what I have left,
and a lesson I will not forget.
When life was sheer willpower hanging by two or three threads
A lost breadwinner, now who will bring a small bit of bread,
Faithful bruvver of mine.
Who had sworn, so I will be fine,
Affectionately said
"There were many generous people who could do the duty, perform the responsibility
he had sworn ardent, answering commitment to his pater.
I can't care for you because I have a wife
I will look after you later
After your death in next life."
Bruvver found the easiest solution: leave all responsibility to any outsider
"I will do my duty after your death
When leaving sweet memories to ease away pain you step into the afterlife"
He's turned so mystifying
Subhuman, so annoying
For your special mind
Takes life for granted
Takes God for granite
he is the only one who is stronger than death.
He is the one who supplies you with every single breath.
Life after death
Spirit or soul
Is there in every culture.
The great cycle of life and death
Seem as vague and hazy as a dream.
Darkness would wrap itself around me,
filling me with a veritable ecstasy of emptiness
If when I die I will live again,
And some thinking, feeling,
Remembering part of me will continue.
Despite the ancient and worldwide
Cultural traditions that cultural beliefs
They mystify and bring relief
Asserting an afterlife, immortality
In ancient Mesopotamia, Egyptians, Hebrew, Greek, Romans, Old testament, The Gita, Chinese, Tantric, Anglo-Saxon
It feels like a formation of beliefs, wishful thinking,
If it was really true no matter what
And I can trust my gut
The door is slammed shut
I could satisfy my deep interests and ambitions
Only if I had proof the authenticity of the traditions
But if it's an endless dreamless sleep
A shadow so deep;
My passion would remain a forlorn hope
Fulfillment of my wishes has no scope
This perspective has given me
A little extra motivation to stay alive!
Thrive and survive
In our vulnerability,
Looking Death in the eye
Don't make me breathe a sigh
Being grateful for everyday
The brief but magnificent opportunity
Life grants
Life is but a momentary glimpse of the wonder of this astonishing universe
Not a dream or spiritual fantasy
I feel choking inside
Something deep down inside of him died
It seems to me like a myth
Not the bruver I grew up with
Forgot how mater catered for his fascination, desire, fixation
She is a kinder creation
Thinking about her offspring
She struggled against the wishes of Pater
Living in a crater
Hoping an arm would support for the better.
Hoped her grateful child, learn
In the battle-struggle
To him, she can turn
"You've obviously lost your mind if you don't remember your duty"
She was thoughtful but careful not to speak out,
She was steady enough not to freak out
The whole fabric of the life gets torn
With the rare illness of her firstborn
After a while, glanced heavenward
How could he forget his given word
She felt he was leaving them on chance
In the darkest hour of circumstance
All because of enjoyment and romance
We don't have to be filthy rich to help the needy
Feed and clothe the needy
Not being greedy
A gifted daughter,
Made from Pancha bhoota or five elements earth, fire, air, and space, water
Is truly ill-starred,
Luck less fight hard
Left overwhelmed with ailments
Her go power is knowledge, writing, and entrapment
The ennui of her loneliness
Being penniless,
And hungry, without a roof over her head after her father perished...
Broken life but she didn't moan
Hellish diseases,
They mock her groan
But bore the sword that could pierce anyone
But people were never comfortable about her feats
Try to bring her down
But she's always ready for excitement and fun
The complexity of their existence,
Daughter weakened by continual resistance
The trials of maladies
Without remedies
But hard to get treatment
Which required banknotes so frequent
Forced mother-daughter to struggle to live.
They became someone who knows how to live
The will to live is an unstoppable thing.
Her ailing child said "Forever, to thee shall I cling"
Mater consoled " Things will be all right by and by"
Most people live only when they are about to die.
The ennui of her aloneness,
People were never comfortable with her accomplishments and tried to bring her down.
Light and dark.
Hope and despair.
Laughter and sadness.
Trust and loneliness...that's life.
In every act of betrayal,
Every crime inflicted
You can smell the money.
‘Money’ and ‘Power’ are the root causes in every act of felony, every crime, every treachery committed since time immemorial.
Money, gold, holds allure because it gives power, a lavish lifestyle and many are ready to harm a life for its powerful charisma.
Money tempts most people to wrongdoing.
Crime is as old as humanity.
Thus, it is since ancient times that brothers are slaughtering brothers for the power of the throne and the wealth it brings along.
Slaughtering, poisoning, strangling, asphyxiating, backstabbing, but achieving money and power and destroying every life on the way.
Such is the queer nature of the human race.
Breathing is a race,
With longing and restlessness everywhere
Bearing grief every day
All my life in a certain way
To see if you feel alive
Or just existing muddled
A son instead of being dutiful towards his parents desires the end of the ailing, helpless parents and shoves them out of the way,
A raving egomaniac parent drunk with the influence of wealth, affluence, power withholds what the ailing sibling truly deserves, thus strangling life out bit by bit
When the thinking machine got tumors
Floating in the fluid stuff they plotted murder
The laughing girl became a cry baby
Which weighed on Mum's soul heavy
She has fought cancers, transplants, and bears the scars
She has a weird zeal to shoot up to Mars
She asked the Gods showing them honor due
Prayed for her welfare too
They said " Divine interference hast saved thy child"
She's bound to suffer that is foreordained
Thou with thy child shall make history
By making unusual victory
Live forever in memory"
"As tears fly out of her eyes
They travel through the skies
Reach me on the summit
Her pain passes swift
Her sobs flying through the black hole reach on the peak
Holding hands hug her, kiss her on the forehead
Soon she will be filled with glee
As I shall drink her pain and suffering and her misery will be dead
As her valiant fight and determination are unique."
Mater I dreamt Lord said there is a rare and unique delight as you fight
Wished mother-daughter luck
Poured into both minds more pluck
Woman who works in a slaughterhouse
Who is somebody's wedded spouse,--
Who had poisoned her life with power, laziness, indulgence, food, outings, ego, fear, anger,
His mind was stirred
With filthy words
Threatened to drop dead the very moment
Whereon the stars in secret influence comment;
Life is one magical moment
Where dreams are woven
Keeping eyes open
Exploring each moment
Feeling the thrill of the moment
Idle world desires their glory,
Not getting entangled in a piteous story!
To live is written in your story.
O' dem is lef' to tell de story;
In life, each heart holds some sad story -
It's sadder still to feel all hearts turn away
Stay to watch it in de hour of decay?
In the mountains and woods
Enjoying their day, have their day;
In the shining twilight grey
Abandon you and love decay,
Whining and weirdo bruvver with whom I grew up
The life they knew was just not enough
Not understanding once born you gotta die
And an evil eye,
Wanted a horrible death I die.
Nearly threw up
And after it, she just blew up
I saw someone hitting and calling me bitch
Being from a family of wizards and witches,
The pothead
Wanted me to drop dead
Like a real Warrior Princess
My life will be a success
Won't die a trivial death
As the woman speaketh
I have nothing to lose,
I can't try to live again a perfect life
Relaxed and healthy without any strife
Under trees bearing chocolates
Mountains of books but being less inflate
I say I don't want to lose this life
With my Mum and the instances of delight
Often intersected by twilight.
Mater thought I pray night and day
"I'll do something for the ailing daughter
and as a mother; it's my duty
and responsibility.
She is dependent on me."
I am growing old and frail
I am bold nevertheless enough to endure
Produce a new self.
What if my hair is turning grey?
I have nobly faced a horrid war,
I have the power still
Of moving mountains with my will
I am going to take away his license to kill
"No one has ever become poor by giving," said little wise Anne Frank.
We are never too poor or too small to give a piece of ourselves.
Oh being so very frank--
We want a house, a car, then an even better dwelling place or vehicle so that people stare at it and praise our achievement.
But that's not really a gain or success because humans have a natural desire to have more good things than he needs.
Holding back a small kindness or thinking oneself superior will not lead us to glory.
You can also be self-indulgent, thinking that you want to be superior and turn yourself into a snooty and megalomaniac.
In our life struggle, if you wish to help someone, never Never think twice because overthinking is the biggest problem.
Think positively.
If you wish to do good work, do not trouble to think what the result will be but don't gloat or try to look like an egomaniac, dimwit
Instead trying to get a positive outlook towards life
Quick-witted using the presence of mind to get out of any situation is a better option.
A simple act of care can brighten a life because hope and help are synonymous
In order for them to survive and prosper, developing a capacity for responsibility and commitment is crucial. Without that, the relationship provides only temporary satisfaction.
It's not an onerous duty concerning the tragedy which happened in the past in his absence.
A duty done is always quietly done for the family
Those that act badly and live wrong have to suffer.
The wind is singing under the starry sky,
Under the light of a million stars shows the many scars, few to be feeled, few to be felt.
We must encourage everyone in their struggle and not betray caring in the real sense,
fortify spirits,
make sure the passion burns like a fire;
ensure there are no tear-soaked pillows or sad dreams.
"My daughter is my happiness and my pride".
She is always sparkling with glee
Who chose to be a warrior princess,
In her honest strife,
winning life.
She lives with self-respect,
aware that days are bitter and sweet,
there are sun and shine, we both live for victory
Life is a vast and big cliff
Climbing alone, enjoy it.
In a shifty moment, it's your grit
Once you slip and slide
The wits inside guide
Don't let you fall off
You huff and puff
Get up tough
Doesn't mean "the end" of your story?
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