Note(s) to self

Write when you can,
Write when its (heart/head) craving to put something on paper.
Write because you are able to, and others are not,
Write, it will help you soar
Write, when you get bored!

It needn't be a page long thesis, it needn't satisfy who look here
Write because you were made to

Noone asked you to become Rosseau or Shakespeare,
It just need to pacify your soul.
There lies no point in sitting, glaring and waiting

Cause you are not helpless or hapless
You were designed in a certain way
Maybe designed to (a long pause)......... WRITE!

*Sigh*

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Written with pure guilt, and with a strong hope to scribble, and never stop!

-NS


 

Deliberate blunders

Yes,


I want that perfect life to happen to me.
Is there anything that is wrong about it?
I think it's perfectly normal.


Being less skeptical and more certain,
about me,
about you,
about them,
about everything
for that matter.


There is this constant bickering
that takes my peace far far away,
making me question myself over and over again
about things, that seem petty
but are  altogether important


Still things go wayward
no matter how hard we try
try to make it work,
to settle,
calm each musing  that takes
place.


Restless I become,
Give up
write some pointless thing (yes like this one!)


Sorrows keep soaring,
And so does the number of
sad numbers in the music
playlists.


And there's a voice that
whispers in sarcasm,
sigh of relief,
sigh of contentment
and that smile


CAN wait!