I was reading this article in Times of India and couldn’t help sharing 😉
Please read and if you want, you can share your thoughts too 🙂
violence
Excess of everything
This beautiful & complete world
Has excess of everything
Excess of money
Excess of love
Excess of smiles
Excess of hatred
Excess of compassion
Excess of strength
Excess of violence
Excess of vulgarity
Excess of tension
Excess of innocence
Excess of sex
Excess of power
Excess of jealousy
Excess of ego
Excess of beauty
Excess of pride
Excess of pain
Excess of simplicity
Excess of randomness
Excess of similarity
Excess of responsibilities
Excess of freedom
Excess of naivety
Excess of experience
Excess of YOU
Excess of ME
You just need to
Look at the right place
At the right time
To feel the excess
You wanna feel
And remember
Excess of everything
is bad
Worse, may be
Just like a bucket filled to brim
Excess is always
Considered a waste
Don’t give or take
Anything in excess
Try yo feel content ❤
P.S.: Love you guys & Happy weekend! Today’s pick is When I was your man of Boyce Avenue feat. Fifth Harmony cover). The original song is by Bruno Mars 😉
I swear I tried..
As I see the
Tears from the sky
Fall on the surface
Of the earth
And mostly it
Brings joy to me
But today
I m Drenched and
Hollow and
Gloomy
Because
The past
Hindered with me
As I saw the scars
Again on her face
Her cute little face
Blood dripping from it
Her eyes blood red
She all scared
By not the scars
Because she can lie
But the scars won’t lie
They will scream
About the beatings
About the slaps
About the torture
About the violence
About the victory
Of that fucking SOB
Because she chose to lie
She chose to stay mum
She chose to love him
She chose to forgive him
And by doing this
She chose Death
Not the easy soothing & immediate one
But a more grievous
Day-by-day one
And God help her with
Her slow poison death
And I tried
I swear I tried
To help her
To stop him
And it did stop
But it was just
A matter of days
And the ritual has
Again started
And its more fierce
As if the days off
Are being paid
With interest
And now all I can
Do to save my Angel
My mother
Is cry with her
And hope that
As the rain water
Gets washed into drains
Our tears will somehow
Find there way to peace
Smiles here & Smiles there 