Twist

I have given life more than 10 discriptions so far, it always seems to slither from one form to another
I have tried to discipher a purpose in life apart from worship: family, success, icon of hope, among others
I have grown weary of thoughts, the more i think the more i ponder
The more i walk the more i wonder, the more in life i wish to surrender

It's been more than 2 hours, i ought to have walked more than half a mile
A bunch of kids pass by, i smile and let it stay a while
Kids..... Such pure innocent souls, if judgement were today they wudnt even afford a file
But then a bile thought crosses my mind, i grin it away under the cloudy red lit evening sky

My legs feel heavy from my long afternoon walk, yet my thoughts still stray further
The noisy streets dissolve with soft rock in my ears, people look so dumb when you can't hear through their murmur
A profound lust for inner peace enthuses my on goin thoughts, 'i may as well never make it through this years summer'
Place a gentle hand over my left chest, n let my heart breathe my enclaving dilemma

The thumping sounds grow faint and i know that my days are numbered
I may have grown weak but i feel my faith engrossed stronger
As i once wondered and wandered, i think i finaly found an answer
In the end its all about God and your good deeds, and all your actions before your eternal slumber

pain

Pain feels,what pain fills in us,
pain heals what pain seals in us,
pain steals,what pain drills in us,
pain deals with what pain feels,
and thus,
...pain is us!- Akil Ahmed

the little things give you away

sometimes the simple things that happen to you are the core elements that change and completely transform you.
As i once shared a bonded vision of what we were to be, in the end i guess it dint end up for all to see.
You see, talking of the end, i doubt there was any... it was mere signs of the beginning.
As there is no pleasure without pain but.... My pain bred life to pleasure, my heartache became a folklore of leisure.
Via pain we become stronger, with effective strain we resist love even longer.
How funny life took an unexpected relapse, how funny that I of all people did the same mistakes at present of which i disgraced in the past.
The little things surely give you away, as they did with me. so with less struggle i smile it away and hope it stays, yeah! I hope it stays that way.
Like the way i believe in miracles, i witnessed my walls giving way as she penetrated unscathed.
But i wonder what lay ahead... Who knows, Maybe her scene was the final cast.
But, maybe am overreacting, maybe it was mere infatuation.
Maybe i never lost heart to her, but its true she managed to grasp a vivid portion.
I guess my heart became a shooting practice for cupid, how unlucky he tried his best to no satisfaction.
And am not trying to be bold, but i doubt al ever feel 'that' sweet chemical reaction.