Connecting with thoughts - My thoughts and Me

Dreams shattered Promises broken Desire unfulfilled Homes taken away Havoc wreaked  Peace ripped off Belief destroyed Trust questioned Souls depressed Faith lost Existence doubted Lives torn apart Living disrupted The travails of an aftermath Far far exceed Of what precedes it

For and against Two warring sides Two different perspectives Two sides of an argument Both right in their might For a cause which they fight However, fail to see the light The other may hold For the reason Being blinded  By the beliefs (in which they walk) Ignorant of the fact There are always three sides One for, the other against And one that connects them both The truth

Something's changed.... It's unlike before... There used to be... This was... Those days... Things were different then... That's how it has always been... Not quite the way we used to do.... If these are the sentences and thoughts one is stuck up with for what seems like ages...then he / she really needs to do a reality check and start to accept that for better or worse things have changed. The only thing left to be done is to catch up with the times, now or be left out.

In the confines of the walls That listen less and speak more Of twisted facts and distorted meanings Act just, even lesser The mind does not even hear Its own voice Trapped within the conscience of the soul

Miracles,               They happen every now and then               But we don't see them often as we would like               For carelessly we turn our eyes off them Miracles,               They happen when               The sun rises               The night falls               The flowers blossom               The season's change               The waves come ashore               A living soul breathes Miracles,               They are plenty of them               In and around us               But do we ...

The last look Said it all all that we wanted Say for ages But the time when it was said Had gone past the present Into the history What we could only remember And shed tears over How I wished The last look never happened

I bend down To collect the fragments Of a dream shattered Which cut through my hands Leaving the scars of wound, however On the heart That's (been) since bleeding