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10.11.13

Break - Free


Trapped, it was,
somewhere confused, a bird so low,
Not knowing how to escape,
not knowing where to blow...
Wrapped it was, in a sheet
Of some unknown sorrow,
Not knowing how to unfurl
From the meaningless emotions borrowed.

A cage of gold,
food of the royals,
Served in it was the love to misguide...
Attractive, delicious,
but against its morals,
Mixed was a poison in disguise.

A cage so invisible,
waiting to scare,
How to escape?
would be an all time dare,
To stay or to fly,
choice was there,
Bound within limits,
hidden in some glare.

Strange it is, this bird exists,
within each one of us,
In our closed fists, in our closed minds,
while making decisions, 
When we hesitate to express love
When we stop ourselves from saying an honest word.
But how many times do we realize in real,
that inside us we create a burial
of false thoughts,of false happiness, 
only to cage us even more...

Break-free from wrong thoughts,
Which confuse you from making the right decisions,
Break - free from false promises
Which exist only to create tensions.
Break - free from hesitations
That stop you from expressing yourself
Break - free from the cage of gold
Its only the outer look, not the inner truth.

Vintage Retro print and text with Edgar Alan Poe Poem and Raven Silhouette: by Sassan Filsoof

5.11.13

Being SINGLE

Freedom, with its wings spread wide
               comes to hug warm and tight,
Smile, free of any occasions,
               finds meaningless reasons to flash on site.
Rains splash a shower so clear,
           dancing to flaunt like the funkiest clowns.
The air has all the power surreal,
          laughter to offer in the creepiest sounds.

Flaws are known, mistakes alone,
Responsibility centered for one and own...
Selfishness carries just no regrets,
Partying has no fears cloned.
A pride of the swan, a shine in the dawn,
Life gives chances to groom it along...
Confidence at par, waiting to snarl...
Facing the competition while singing a song.

No answers to give, no supports to rely,
No shoulders to look for after a tiring storm,
Choices infinite comes with chances to try
Independence has an all new form...

Results your own, who cares a penny!
Jokes in particular, why to care, when anything can seem funny!



Responsibilities alone,ample of time
Discoveries within, self respect on prime
A moment with friends, a moment with strangers
Time to know as many, no selection in particulars
Experiences new, with risks to share..
Guarantees regardless, but fun to to declare.

Being single is like a free flowing river with mountains standing high to applause you throughout,
Being single is like a wet seed waiting to find its own direction to become a tree someday...
Being single may be craving to find someone someday....but at the end...IT ALL ABOUT YOU and about only those people in your life...WHO ACTUALLY MEAN TO YOU...MORE THAN YOU ( if they do!)