Bon Jovi – It’s My Life

    Profanity Caution    

Unflatteringly, I am the light-house of all kinds of deep light emotions (the unspoken but persistently screaming kinds).

Unwaveringly, them thus begetting a tangible, the un-lying

 feelings, 

which would’ve otherwise left sunken or say unattended somewhere around my brain’s ganglion or perhaps the heart; I wouldn’t know where.

Yes, that crude Feelings trickling and tickling through the nerves’ endings because of some complicated hormonal shits; catalyzed by mostly pseudo, confusing or say’ gang-banging thoughts at its full-on-full throttle mode.

Unquestionably, I can’t even trust them, all despite the fact that they are my own! 

Similarly.

Unlikely lying, I am to share this rocking boat of time and tides, full will passerby who also happen to drag their lugs full with fleeting, stinking, baseless, misleading, ill-informed, ill opinionated, irresponsibly handled, fucked, brainless, headless, finger pointing & fundamentally unsolicited dildo-ial perceptions.

And alas, uncertain I — It’s just that sometimes, I fear my own goodness might lead my breathes and the beats into gone-for-good ashes.

Understandably however, wisdom, she whispers care … care   less. 

Heed less!

In the main, Happy Birthday Eve to the twins of ditto values.

The forever students of life.

And like you always say

Happy Birthday To Us Myaan!.

p.s.

and the song does ring a bell or two.

To @bishow_writes

These Memories – Hollow Coves

I was an asshole.

These days,.. today, I am less of an asshole.

This, is my truth.

This, is as closely real as I can be.

I am flawed,

and we all are.

However, despite of it all, I can unequivocally choose to be — all the more generous towards myself about the fact that I will never be perfect.

I can always choose to self-correct, learn, unlearn, and adapt.

…

All i can say is,

I can promise a tenuous, continuous, graceful Shift.

Period.

Taking from David Hume,”Be a philosopher, but, amidst all your philosophy, be still a man.”

Before you read any further, I just want to say that I am not proud of writing this.

And, as far as, the WHY I am bringing this today is concerned; It is solely because I need to spill the beans evenly on the table.

For the sake of better clarity. For the sake of justice in unjustness, fairness on unfair bias-ness.

For the sake of impartiality, and more importantly to move on. 

I have, have to let the words flow; have, have to let the feelings follow.

.    .    .

I must be the legend of the break-ups.

A Picaso of ‘Letting  go ‘ sorts.

I confess, I have had many failed relationships, so..… many.

Sure, I broke hearts. Seemingly, manipulated with feelings and just walked away without a scratch.

And for all intents and purposes & inhumanely, in all likelihood — no fucks given. 

This, this right here, presumably could be one version, the one side of the story, isn’t it?

Perhaps yours’ side.

And Theirs.

.    .    .

On the other hand or say, what about —  I have justly swallowed the pain that the deafening vacuum, the pleased misunderstandings, the mocking dilemmas and the ill allegations had swimmingly created.

What about lugging all the weighing judgements, the criticisms, the hard slap of uncooked blames and opinions, however, still walking & wandering the empty aisle, in restless, utter silence. Not to mention, what about the badly wailing, waiting me, in hopes of the day to arrive whenin, i could recuperate from The End Of The ‘Moving On’ Game, once and for all.

p.s. not blaming anybody here, not even trying to justify myself.

More or less, unpacking all the condensed emotions and denuding vulnerability.

Lastly, to those who left the thread of my life, remember, you are all beautiful, beautiful
   souls here.   

For all one knows, It might just be, the fault in our stars thing.

Vale.

🙂 🙂