Consequences.

"This pressure will last forever
 drowning you so deep, just to make you surrender,
 this fate might consider you clever,
 considering how obligations made you tender."

These words echo in your mind
because the challenge has been denied,
fortune itself appears to be kind,
consideration is thus never applied.

Her grey past forced her to think
enabling her limits to link,
she recalled that without her ink
her insatiable conscience shall sink.

She is told that her words touch the soul
and this initially taught her to dwell,
her want to assemble her feelings in a bowl
crumbled on the edge and fell.

Everyday instances give her a jolt
reminding her with what she dealt,
bringing up the reasons for her to bolt,
they crush all the hatred she felt.

Trying to forget things, she eagerly awaits her future
somewhere inside, she wants her ailment to vanish,
contemplating about the aim she has to capture,
she was strong enough to make her negativity banish.

The Ocean Of Secrets

In the class
teaching continues,
her heart feels like brass
her strength clearly subdues.

The other day
things go on,
she knows about what to pay
but still waits for a new dawn.

Loved, hated , deceived,
this was all she'll need,
situations accustom themselves to make her relieved
nevertheless, dissatisfaction breeds.

A new morning arises
waking up a beaken of hope,
nothing can beat all the crises
the alternative left is to climb the rope.

She then recalls the best memories
by giving a faintest smile,
after a moment, she cries
and finds herself becoming so agile.

Adrenaline races through her body
because of a sudden rush,
her heart lingers for somebody
but at that time, it crushed.

Faith in herself connects her to her soul
she stood inspite of the obligations,
her heart is considered as dark as coal
but it actually prepared her for the challenging creations.

A trance is what explains her
and dreams do exist,
her image in the mirror  lost its colour
and patience taught her to resist.

In Nigiora Mutare

Today it is burdensome to stand up and cheer up yourself,
accordingly, I prefer to have an encounter with a trance.
Gradually the leftover trust is off the shelf,
and thus, memories vanished at just a single glance.

Expectations are what zeal we see in the birds with adorning feathers,
but they ironically result in a trace amount of hope.
To be cognizant about these obligations made up by others,
eventually comes out to be hard to cope.

Nevertheless, negativity is purposely eradicated,
a little ray of hope proves to be carelessness.
The mist of darkness has completely segregated,
but the path unexpectedly illuminates endlessness.

It always is difficult to withstand a sudden momentum,
controlling the pace is another situation.
The face of the reality appears to be a phantom,
and this increases the distance from the beholding station.

The Last Move

The unpredictable life, its overwhelming happiness, sorrowful times or the unacceptable challenges try to either uplift my self-esteem or demolish it completely. But I, cheer myself up, motivate the set   of nerves on the top of my head, clear my way through the accumulative obstacles and find myself in a peaceful ambiance.
 As I am now, standing just beside obstacles, am effortlessly trying not to let those overpower me. The left over is me, truly me, unaware regarding everyone and everything, free of all anxiety and fear but tangled in the turmoil of choices. Will my choice lead to accomplishment or will it be my last move?
Thereby, I frequently find myself in a dilemma. Probably, feeling like a little fragment in this universe, I am trying to be satisfied of what I am, or what I have never been.
I should have known, only I am the one who can rebuild things and now, there's nothing like fear within me. This fear is responsible for bringing home confusions and it stroke me into this bewilderment.
On this day of August, I am working to construct my aura and am looking for self-realization.
Today I might be a stranger to even myself but surely I'll behold myself as a totally different person. I can justify this because from now on, I will start digging the secrets within me and these may seem rare to even me.

The Immortal Challenges.

All the cherished memories are deceptive,
earning the lost power is certainly the most challenging thing,
but now I feel proactive,
of what life will now bring.

Faith gets deliberately demolished,
the residue is not worth to consider,
soon the dark clouds will abolish,
making the consequences more bitter.

The empty spaces between letters will always exist,
trying to demolish them is my motive,
the only alternative to escape is to resist,
and it gradually will enable me to forgive.