I feel like I am a mountain, Beautiful, mystic in a haunting way, Rough on the outside, But, when hurt, I crumple.......... The world moves on, Yet I choose to remain, Unlike life, I don't change, I don't adapt to the World, I let the World adapt to me, Parts of me, Hidden underneath the mist, Undiscovered, undestroyed, The world goes on but like a mountain, I remain.......
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To me talents are like files on a computer deleted by mistake, on the journey to the recycle bin you discover a lot of things which make it more special and when you find that file, nothing can replace your happiness……….
~Potterheadaanya
This happens with me all the time, and there are many of us, who are multitalented who keep deleting files and never pay attention to a particular thing till we realize it is important to us, go to the recycle bin and then realize you haven’t emptied it in a long time………….
A lot of us, are talented and we overlook our talents in search of something better, a talent more recognized, more special to the world, but what we don’t see is that we are talented in our own way, and even if we practice that not so important talent, it can turn into a greater one.
So in conclusion, all I achieved was that I have got to stop deleting my files without looking…….. Oh, and we all are talented in different ways, we just need to find it, and most of the time, it’s right under our noses!!!
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I grew up I mature from a bud to a flower I left it all All of my immaturity My childhood My joy All the things that I loved All of my toys It breaks me to think about it But as I grow A new journey awaits me But does it welcome me with open hands? Maybe, only time can tell Let me ponder on it The bright side to this New journey of my life...........
What you actually thought I grew up, nah, I may be 13 now, and have suddenly grown up from all of my childhood joys, but I don’t think I am ready to grow up not now, not ever………
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Hi people this is the continued version of my last post.
Dead, as the glass shatters All hope is lost The stress sucks me in a whirlpool As my last breath dies Oh, this misery Pain, I leave it all behind In a new journey of life Void of emotions Not a care in this world I am dead…… As the clock chimes 12 I pity the living Or do I Nothing left in me I try to get up Live for all my might But is it worth it? Should I die as my dreams shatter Or fix them Is it worth? Answer me Is it?
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Dead, as the glass shatters All hope is lost The stress sucks me in a whirlpool As my last breath dies Oh, this misery Pain, I leave it all behind In a new journey of life Void of emotions Not a care in this world I am dead……
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Part-2: (Dead continued)
Hi Potterheads, so this is my first time writing a poem, I hope you like it, it’s an excerpt from a book, I am going to be publishing on kindle in a week or two. Most probably on Sep 12th. And the entire book is not poetry, I am not good at it!
Inspite of my faults hopefully the world finds me inspiring,
On a day which is yet to come,
Hopefully one day my views on the world change as the world changes, not me,
Hopefully I grow up, yet never leave my childishness,
Yet I hope, I grow up and mature into a beautiful flower,
Majestic, yet hidden in plain sight,
Hopefully one day I will find a deeper meaning to life,
Yet I hope, it always remains a mystery,
Hopefully one day I accept myself as ME,
And so will the world,
Yet I don’t care if it does or not,
For I will be me,
The real ME.
An excerpt from Letter to the world from a naive mind
By-Potterheadaanya
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