To Move Ahead

Desire to move ahead..
Brings a mix of emotion to us..
But patience is what we need..
With constant work..
And thy will stand out..
When amidst the commotion..
Thy will keep the cool..

New Beginning

A new beginning beckons..
At the pedestal..
There are doubts, insecurities and unknowns..
But my dear the journey in faith..
Draws strength from each other presence..
With sincerity in the heart..
And belief in each other..
We will create the world as we want it be..
Just have faith..

Ghost

Bury the ghost..
Which belong to the past..
For the ghost is invisible..
Restricting only because it interferes with your thoughts..
Look at the possibility..
Free your mind..
For present and the future..
Calls out to you with open arms..

Destination

To reach a destination which is far..
A step a time is what is required..
For each step will bring you closer..
To the end which is pleasurable..
Strength is what you will need..
To undertake the path chosen..
And you will find ..
A person always at your beside..
Holding your hand...
And merrily going through the journey all along..

A Myth

The edge which you find yourself in...
Is a myth created by so much commotion..
Have faith in the voice inside..
Take a fall and you will find..
That the ground was just a feet away..
With a crazy bard standing there..
His arms open for the embrace..

Regina Skeptor - Braille

Its not that I have not heard this song before. But suddenly when it came up in my play list today, I was compelled to think about it. The lines "I'm still an ass hole...." compels me to write about it. Straight from the person who has become too habituated to, and suffering from the "Ones Head In Ones Own Ass" disease.

YouTube Link

She was lying on the floor and counting stretch marks
She hadn't been a virgin and he hadn't been a god
So she names the baby Elvis
To make up for the royalty he lacked

And from then on it was turpentine and patches
From then on it was cold Campbell's from the can
And they were just two jerks playing with matches
Cause that's all they knew how to play

And it was raining cats and dogs out side of her window
And she knew they were destined to become
Sacred road kill on the way
And she was listening to the sound of heavens shaking
Thinking about puddles, puddles and mistakes

Cause it's been turpentine and patches
It's been cold, cold Campbell's from the can
And they were just two jerks playing with matches
Cause that's all they knew how to play

Elvis never could carry a tune
She thought about this irony as she stared back at the moon
She was tracing her years with her fingers on her skin
Saying why don't I begin again
With turpentine and patches
With cold, cold Campbell's from the can
After all I'm still a jerk playing with matches
It's just that he's not around to play along
I'm still an ass hole playing with candles
Blowing out wishes blowing out dreams
Just sitting here and trying to decipher
What's written in Braille upon my skin...

Makes me Smile

Funny is what you have been..
Makes me smile whenever I think some reasons you give..
An angel personified..
Have the power of smile..
Which gives everyone the joy..
I miss you girl..
N I hope you miss me too..