My heart and mind don't align
I yearn for dreams to yield but vegetate
Putting off things for the very next day
My willpower is always at its lowest
Laziness floods my habits and goals
Until I drown in unsuccess.
The bed, so invitingly soft
It tempts me into a languid slumber
While a half-finished coffee mug
Sits cold on my window sill
My mobile phone, a dangerous distraction
As I scroll hours through social media when awake
Squandering my precious time away
My mind keeps dwelling on the past
Inundating memories of joy, sorrow and regrets
Serving no purpose
Then I slid into an eternity of pleasant thoughts
Of how to spend the next day of my life.
CONFUSION
CONFUSION CAN DISTURB LIFE
DISTURB LIFE LEAD TO FAILURE
FAILURE LEAD TO UNSUCCESS
UNSUCCESS LEAD TO DEPRESSION
CONFUSION SHORTLY IT TAKE TIME LONGLY
CONFUSION CONFUSED MIND
YOU CAN SAVE WITH DETERMINED
EVERY WAY IS NOT EASY IN LIFE
QUIT CONFUSION FOR EASY LIFE
TAKE ANY ONE DECISION
ONE DECISION MAKE LIFE
LIFE IS SHORT, WORK IS MORE
DON’T YOUR AIM IGNORE
YOU WILL FEEL RELAX
AFTER SOLVE YOUR LIFE CONFUSSION
TAKE IT EASY EVERY THING
THERE ARE EVERY DAY CONFUSION
TAKE DECISION REMOVE CONFUSION
ENJOY LIFE WITHOUT CONFUSION
Misery
Misery everywhere here and there
And there and here
Weeps always in birth and death
Wonder!Cry and weep in birth from within
Having the problem in bearing unbearable pain
Wonder!Volcanoes of tears shed on death
Feeling difficult in bearing the loss of kin
Calculation shows and equals to misery
Always run and collide with unsuccess aim
Seeing the achievement of others
Mind orders perform like him
Knowing cause difficult to follow him
Because he derived them in mid of blame
Reminders rendered always trouble
Boiling blood flush being red in face
As detective, misery stepped followed
Only thudding self into cozy block
A warm welcome of unsuccess turned
Being young and youth and blooming ghost
A class of people loved always misery
Charging sheet upon self-balded hair
Being cause of seed to all friends and foes
Ultimate source of those of lazy boss
I am the one that fastidious block
Who set aside present, for future' job
So misery remained my best friend always
Not gaining wanted things in beautiful post.
When unsuccess and troubles are around me,
when only loneliness visits my home,
when I have no soul warmth and light
and Depression wants to kill my last smile,
I call my own poems.
They -- my night birds -- fly to me quickly.
They breathe on my hair and eyelashes,
They sing beautiful songs
together with my soul.
They repeat the magic words:
" All will be well !"
My poems give me a new hope,
and I continue to live.
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