To everything a ransom
A price to pay
To every dealings
A lost or gain
To every wound
A healing or pain
In life
Everyone have a price to pay
Some do it unaware
Others do it aware
Many do it fearlessly
We all have a price to pay.
Some price comes with glory
Others with shame
Taming you
Making you vulnerable
Know what to pay for
Don't pay for mediocre or timidness.
I wonder if they are right
That it is better if you are bright
Involve in most of the things
Should not get out of sight.
Timidness should be set aside
Also, it is important to get on the ride
Or else nothing is waiting on you outside
Is that right or you just have to live your life?
Maybe, we can foresee it in the behavior of today
But tomorrow is uncertain to base it on what they say
How sure are we about our future
When we are all just striving to have a better one.
Fret and regret
Stall and won't settle
Hide and be always terrified
Stay 'til you go astray
Fake it and have no one to meet
Manipulate and be the subject of hate
Mock and remain stuck
Play safe and your peace will chafe
There's no aftermath without fear
but isn't it merely a trap to interfere?
For fear itself is not the culprit,
it's our hastened choice to quit
Fear only memorizes your shame,
the unchanging timidness is to blame
Fear will often talk about your past injury
It can't walk far away from your history,
it's not privy to the rest of your story
-Nicola An
*_OUT OF MY MIND_*
I was doing fine
Maybe not fine enough.
I was thinking straight
Maybe not always right.
Until a strange breeze blew into the chambers of my heart,
Soothed my hardened heart to timidness
Caressed my bitter self to sweetness
I used to be a devouring lion
In no time had i become a timid lamb
Just when you came in.
Never noticed the wands in your tiny fingers
Couldn't observe the hidden wings at your back
How couldn't I see the star dust on your trail
I had always thought fairies were void in size
But yours, I can't fathom
NO! I'm not bewitched
I'm just a little bit or so much _out of my mind_
YES! I want to be freed
I want a little bit or so much of you _out of my mind_
Indeed _Out of my mind_!
My somber vow: I’ll fix my gaze on you
And light for you an all-consuming flame,
Yet you won’t even know it when I do.
This promissory bond is burning true,
Not just a smoky wisp or idle game.
My somber vow: I’ll fix my gaze on you.
Your timidness I’ll blindly blaze right through
Without a hint of vanity or shame,
Yet you won’t even know it when I do.
It’s you I have so ruthlessly in view;
I care not for your riches or your fame.
My somber vow: I’ll fix my gaze on you.
Yet until then I calmly bid adieu;
Weep not, nor wait for me to wail your name,
Since you won’t even know it when I do.
For I am Death. My fire is fiercely due;
On every soul I set my searing claim.
My somber vow: I’ll fix my gaze on you,
Yet you won’t even know it when I do.
as if I’m yet to learn something,
something very important
but what’s that which makes it important??
is that to be able to air before you??
or I just lose my confidence whilst those precious moments??
my inner world is at the forefront in making it revelation
by breaking every wall of concealment,
but what about the outer one??
my heart continuously vibes when I see you
muddled to understand why it happens with it
what do you think??,
in translating those feelings,
does my words need help of senses??
or does my heart & words feel timidness
to hear your judgement??
your answer is needed…..
LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT
Praises I bestow on the day I met you,
With my expertise,
I tried to defeat my timidness
just to get to know you.
On my couch at night,
I think of you.
On my dreams
I take risk to search
and be with you.
Oh, this is love from above,
You have filled me with might
to fight for you my right.
I promise to love you till the shadows flee.
For you are so beautiful,
Your smile fills me with
sweetness like a rich honey comb.
Love at first sight, that’s what they call it,
For you caught me on my first surprise.
And slowly you drift my heart away.
Whenever I set my eyes on you,
My thought is filled with happiness.
Oh, I wish I can have you.
So glad life will be.
Love is hard to resist my dear one,
Just let it fulfill its desires.
I am so lucky to see you,
Oh may this love at first sight
cease to grow cold.
I will find you one day,
I will meet you someday,
I will want it to stay,
Oh how I will pray,
For what to say,
On that day,
I will want to be shy,
And make it look like a try,
Maybe I'll just smile,
Maybe I'll just cry,
A little,
Like a baby,
I wont look into your eyes,
I wont look into the skies,
I'll hide like a spy,
Behind my feelings,
I'll draw in the dirt,
With my feet,
The love I can't speak,
I'll express in my shyness,
A difference of boldness,
A beautiful form of timidness,
That would leave you speechless,
But if you speak,
If you say something,
If you say anything,
I will run,
As fast as I can,
Out of myself,
The shell of disguise,
I will cut your speech,
With a gentle kiss,
And let you know,
That it was your beauty,
That took me away,
Your warm presence,
That froze me again,
That thing,
That is in your eyes,
That makes men....
DUMB...
Word Craft Writes.
Very calmly I wait for you to see me.
Not the person I was but what I have become.
I fight the dreams that haunt me.
Nothing else really matters at all.
I wear a mask of passion.
You are all that I think of.
Every little touch I crave,
causes my blood to surge.
I wear a mask of devotion.
You know I have your back.
I want to hold you when you cry.
letting you know everything will be alright .
I wear a mask of romance.
Showering you with love and hope.
Affection from tiny little kisses.
Love notes that are sent with love.
I wear a mask of timidness.
You are much braver than me.
I want to run away and hide.
Whenever you whisper my name.
I also wear a mask of insecurity.
You must scale the walls in place.
I am locked in a high tower alone,
with fierce dragons breathing fire.
Sometimes you say I hide,
behind these masks from you.
Truth is I am waiting for you to see,
my masks keep me forever true.
Conscience, the derivitive, or the norm,
that crest of trouble, being now conform
and that self centered point of view, the scorn ~
I back up into waves of self reform!
And asking why, Oh God, why me, inform
the same conceptual era stays forlorn,
the right indignity, the wrongful, sworn!
What did it prove, my ego's bent and worn ~
What did it save, what majesty inform
as if the angels archway caustic wait ~
still sinful, man, still edging, still abate
as fate redundant, questioning seems late!
Not perfect, not resolving, only torn!
"To need Me" was an answer, I heard from
some vast deliverance, my mind could score,
"To trust me" it continued like a store!
"To love me" was a final act implore,
"To know me" ~ ah, the answers now kept form!
"To save you" was the last, thank God no more!
". . and others" Ah this timidness not horn!
Meant all the "others" knew that patienced norm,
and so I slept, the waves were now . . . felt warm!
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