Secretcorner81

She met him in a caffe, in a crowded place in NewYork. Everything looked so different, even the food. She was frightened, New York looked so big to her, the buildings stand tall, not that she is familar with. ---- She loved the dependency she enjoyed, Walking all alone without any interference from her family. Everyday, at 9:00 a.m she strides through south park, pass by the boutiques for a window shopping adventure. One day, after a long walk, she felt hungry, and decided to hit a coffee shop. The place was crowded, and everything around looked so odd. She was hesitant to take the line and stand in the queue. Maybe afraid in this big place, she looked like a small dot in a big box of surprises, or maybe this is how she felt! He met her eyes, and gave her a chance to step in, she waited to place her order, and when her turn came, she mumbled the order, the food looked so different, she couldnt speak clear. She was confused, afriad and lonely. After several tries, she managed ...

He dragged his heavy legs, walking across the roads, from where he found a thread. He traced the bloody mud, things that used to be, not anymore there. Anywhere in this map could hold a place for me to hide, he sighed! He walked up the stairs, heavy this time, waiting for some mercy to bring happiness again to his heart. He hoped for something else, for some details to fill this head. The old furniture still laying around reminding him of the scent! This time he moved quickly, ran up the stairs to his room , he locked away his heart. He sat on the couch, remembering the same old yesterday. Details are still playing the same old roles. I think, he murmured...he sighed away and drifted with yesterday! He remembered the lines again.." you better forget her, she doesnt deserve your attention anymore..." memories are kept away, especially when they hurt so much... I dont know, I cant seem to forget. Everyday I walk by, to remember me again playing on the same records o...

Across my old diaries, I remembered me riding into words. Recalled the moments I used to dive in a story book, figured a refugee through the rhymes of 101 poetries.. I think I was living inside a bubble of mystification, gathered inside a knot through other galaxies I was a daydreamer, wandering with my mind, even when words fail to maintain a posture in the lines. I used to stop between the commas, figurerd a place to hide when the cyclone evacuate the city.  I saw me one day sketching some branches from which I could never realize. Somewhere, from within the soul, someone emerged, I used his shilhoutte drew his figure on my walls. He kept me safe, warm, and happy. I did cry, everynight before going to bed, counting 101 strayed sheeps. Starred many nights into the vague of my thoughts, he was always there, he talked to me when everyone left to pray. I think I left when I turned 11. Drifted into the blues, across a river, I planted some flowers...

I placed my coffee cup on the table, gazing through the window from a coffee shop. Its summer time, at midnight people are still awake, staying late to gather. Sharing memories could never be better. On the table next to me, sat a wise woman, flipping through her I-Phone, she sat smiling at the images of her memories, maybe it was yesterday - maybe it was never! She hang up a flower on the left side of her hair, painted bright red lipstick on her lips. She sipped from her turkish coffee , and sat there waiting for her phone to give a ring, but it didnt! I starred again, smiled at the beauty of the place, everything seemed so quite and happy. " In our journey we are either overwhelmed by an experience or defeated, we sometimes choose our battles or start one, without giving it a thought. Life could give you what you want right at the right time, only when you believe it. Faith is a very important tool to carry your life..." My brain was brimming with thoughts, so...

"When everyone  lost hope in me, one decided to never quit", I confess. I met him halfway, in the mid of my darkness. I remember I was walking , walking without hope, even without a map. Walking for the sake of it. So I thought since I decided, and since i am known of being strong headed, I continued walking, even when the way was not promising. But then I thought how could I quit when I knew all was looking at me, nonstop. From the window, I look down everday I saw him planting some flowers, of where the details hide in between. He whispered me some words. I never saw my eyes catching those lines, thought I was shy. I backed away, maybe I ran. I knew I was running, and I remembered myself, why I was doing this? and I never found an answer Somewhere, in my daily rut. I walked by a window to catch the best seller. I remember it was a new book lined up on the first row, I stood there for minutes studying the words, the texture of the book was mesmeriz...

The same, all the same could be different from a different perspective. We all need a different angle to understand reality. Reality is a prisim of difference ruled by circumstances, and so we. We are different, even days brush some difference into our time. We are in constant change, we differ between now and then. Nothing really stays the same not in years, we never stand still... We are always restless , always looking for something different to bring some change . Reality is, some fear change not for the thought of uncertainity, but for becoming different than yesterday. For some, change could cause turbulance into their routine, which could disturb their comfort zone. Certainity for many people promises security, comfort, and realiability. Things we are used to even sadness makes us comfortable and maintained. At a particular time in our life span, we look for change because we are either stuck or not loving the way  we handle our lives. So we st...

I sat down there scribbling thoughts on papers. Repeating down so many confusion, until my head turns blur. I think I became addicted to the thought of overthinking, bringing around so many scenarios, and what if. Bringing back headache to my already busy head. I realized sometimes we are the only reason for our happiness or the oppositte. We ourselves  decide if we want to be happy or turn sad for whatever reasons we find attractive. Thinking is our first point of change, we either positive or negative stirr our path. When all we need passion and a push start to start our day, we decide misery to trouble our trend. Happiness is a choice and so saddness. To learn how to master life is an ultimate goal, to set life on a smooth path, designed by achievements and happy ends. You decide your own destiney since the inception of your first thought. Your first impression about yourself, your first thought about your self confidence. You decide to be strong or somewhere weak, troubled...