Mad However Sad Evolution

Phase 1:

She never Cried believing she’s strong, she never cared believing she’s tough, she’s always unknown believing she‘s unique, she never fought believing that’s peace, she never thought believing it to be relive, she never felt for she has no right. She never breathed for she’s just a peace of dead body. She was never known for she is believed to be dead.

Phase 2:

A: What about that beauty shining glittering eyes with innocent deep simple smile? What about that whispering voice?
B: And where could it be?
Ya I’m in nowhere else but heaven.
A: But it’s not true. Heaven can be hell?
B: Can Heaven be hell?
A: Ya when you’re not sure if it’s true
B: But I know the truth….emm…?
A: But hurt may come and will be hard to bear
B: Don’t say so?
A: Since when has beauty influenced you?
B: I don’t know
A: Then you don’t know what life is to be and for your sake return again to be that gloomy normal you for anything else would be nothing but great pain?
B: But what about …………?
And that was the last time she dreamt with that voice has gone every sensation that had made the world a place to live.
Is it the fear of splashes of colorful shades of beauty? Or is it the fear for it to be fake or even her to be herself which is hard to do. And after all that’s life and she’s supposed to be alive…………..!!!

Phase3:

Stressed, screaming tired liar she IS, believing she doesn’t deserve but the time has come where words value & denial no longer gain .It’s time to say real words that convey inner feelings even though weakness revealed .Yes ,She deserves it. Say it. Shout it & if you can’t at least don’t deny it for when you do you act, and acting is death.
Tired of silence for it kills and words do, when saved to nowhere .Talkative she is nonsense she says they say talk less mistake less ,I say words sometimes are nothing but vagueness deep silence. Vague unclear living alone in her tailored reality a planet of her own to come to visit that planet of strangers unwelcome she is. Being a freak for her was never an option but now it’s a fact to which she will have to live. The world will keep on turning and it doesn’t stop to look behind .A new phase. I Wish she admits baring the consequences being that strong of giving up all that hinders, crushed trodden on, left to be herself again to See that smile that clears every blue sensation in deepest deserted lives .
A Combination of such a complication with little bit of imagination such a power in breathing the sorrow flying over pain ..............................................................................................

Balanced System (Adoption)

I've always believed in the idea of adoption It’s been like a dream to me By adoption here I mean helping and adopting each other whether academically, financially, listening to each other, being there or even just helping advising or healing each other so as to sustain a level of stability in our different life perspectives emotionally, physiologically, safety measures ….etc
Over time the lack of action, the failure to take one step in the direction of my dream, the loss of faith to make it real. I can look back on hours I wasted longing for the moments of beauty to touch another soul without even realizing appreciating that you don’t plan for it you just do it and you don’t even realize it and what was really surprising that sometimes you get your dream come true from another person. Just now I feel my attention is more balanced
I've learned to live now and to reach out through written words and my willingness to give my voice to those dreams and let them roam, expressing them is a step toward making them real and mostly to show my gratitude and appreciation
Appreciation can make a day, even change a life and for me it did.
Thank You. Thank you for believing in me and making my dream come true .

Meaning of Life

In an answer to a great question that 've made me wonder since being asked.
The meaning of life lies beneath the purpose for which you wake up every morning the motive, the will, the reason behind the smile on your face.
It’s the justification behind our choices.
It’s the passages we choose to go through.
It lays in the air that surrounds us It lays in the way we talk, in the shining eyes in our sorrow ,in our love , in our work .Why do we live ? Is a question everyone should’ve an answer to so as to being consistent to know what to do ,to keep track of priorities to know what we want exactly weather it’s a good job, a loving relationship, money or possession, health or spiritual peace of mind. You choose where you go from anywhere.
Despite the fact that the level of the individual appears to be statistically insignificant, it is in fact the most significant because it only at the level of individual that a change can be made and even spread the process of spreading successful new ideas concepts through society is essential
Meaning of life cannot be communicated to you through someone. You've got to experience it directly. You also cannot depend on others or on a "system" to identify truth. You have to know what truth feels like so that you can identify it for yourself.
It is frustrating, but the most others can do is give you clues about what meaning and truth will look like so that you can recognize them but is it really the truth!
You create your own reality. You get what you concentrate on.

My condolence to you

Yes I will

and You will see

and days will prove

for god is with me

which is more then I need

A message to you...

It 's just a simple word
but built in years destroyed in a second
and I believe she built it in years for
its her that does whats never to be done
nor fearing you
nor anything at all
For its her which drew the limits of right and wrong
hundred miles before you did it at all
For its her which will fear her conscious ,her mighty god and no one else
for they are the greatest...
and for her doing's she 's more then respected but also
To her You were the greatest
You valued her so much
destroying that simple word in a second
uttering just a simple word of unconfidence
Treating her normally as if you did say nothing
killing every good meaning for what she built
Leaving you alone she sat to think
What crime she did! thinking nothing but that she 's nothing after all she did
Nothing doesnt deserve to be living

My condolence to you
You killed your little child

// past-The begining //

Confession (Standing on the ground)

Well it s been so long that she has felt that she has reached a certain level of maturity from which you can say that she can understand to a great extent what 's going on and that she is free to take certain decisions on her own whether considering the environment in where she lives or not but as time have passed coming close to the real impact with the environment and life , the time comes where one should send a very big apology respecting differences of age and time , apology to the environment from which she was raised up in one day and still the one which she ignored one day under the title of "I don’t belong here" .
Sorry a meaningful one being indulged in many situations which ended at the very same point from which it started (the argument reaching the solution that was already) there but she didn’t accept nor respect claiming maturity, claiming she knows.
A big apology to every person who tried to make her walk or even run but on the ground not fly in nowhere, protecting her from falling. Thank you for your patience.
Wish thy heart shall live to bear that fact that lies within that advice for in it a great shock, a one that is hard to adapt to, but as it is a factual one therefore a person has to live with to be that strong bearing reality.

Emotional Right & Wrong

Free will is a gift from God. It means human beings have been given the ability to choose between right and wrong.God doesn’t run our lives like a puppet show. and so we have to make our own choices each and every single moment in our lives we are put in situations were we have to choose and we have to pay for the paths we are to take and so thinking, believing and setting the rules are their main concern. The search for the truth (the right and wrong) is a tough one. It means asking the hard questions
What is right and wrong? The question seems to be very trivial but annoying.
still there are some facts or we can say some people refer to as facts constants no argument about them whatsoever but still what about the rest of situations what about the special cases and moreover what about other dimensions being put into consideration .
We are not free to do what suits us, but still we have to put things in context .Their only concern or we can say their main biggest concern is finding the truth (the right and wrong) and following it sticking to it for it will remain right and wrong at least for them (after searching, finding, analyzing and accepting…). The search for the truth is a tough one. It means asking the hard questions.
Some people give themselves the right to be angry; shouting sometimes even to be violent for it reflects how they feel .Then following the right and wrong might not appeal to be the solution. But there are no standards to what is right and wrong and still you can't stop people from feeling.
We are completely free to choose, but are not shielded from the consequences of our actions as they interact with the rest of the humans (also with free will).
Our own ethics must be built on revealed truth.

Silent Scream

I loved her smile, her laugh out loud , her innocent shining eyes ....I miss her moves..,steps...her boldness ...,her shout ............., Imiss her fighting for her rights, I miss her so much ..
I wish I can describe how much i'd need to write more about her simple happy life ..
I need to remember that thing that made her...She .. She built that love inside her, that endless faith in GOD , that strugling will for life and again I need to write to remeber everything, but I forgot , yes I did ...
Yes I did ..Its been so long , I wish I 'd remember more...
An ACCIDENT took her long time ago, Yes it did and now only NOW she came to realize that she 's dead .......!!!!
long time ago ..looking , searching for memories, alone ....she sat to think, to grab anything she could to be that simple she again...To Be HERSELF AGAIN ,TO ACT....She , Her Smile is Fake , Her Life Is Dull , Unhappy Dead Still..
ANd why is that ?.....silence and when ?where???how?
No answer....................

CHANGING....

My world had for some years been in that place my experience had been of it's rules and systems and when I remembered that the real world was a wide and a varied field of hope and fears of ecitment and sensations awaited those who had the courage to go into its expance to seek real knowledge ....
I was no longer the same . I believed I was content to the eyes of the others usually even to my own. It doesnt seem as if a property were gone but rather as if a motive has gone ...
And now when I speak you cannot be always sure wheather I 'm pleased or the contrary.
It's pity that doings one best doesnt answer.....

What a Gift ...?!!

What a gift that has been given to me
What a burden it has within
For such a gift a lot has to be done
The least thanking repay for what it has
God You 're so great to give me all that
I 'm too small to repay all that
You are so Great
You are to be loved mostly
You're to be trusted most truly
And for all you've given
Which can never be written
I 'll live to repay nothing for everything
It's the least I can do
And for it I shall live
Hoping to be and to do for such a gift that has been given by You.