My heart is an island, Inside this castaway. Encircled by the blue, I desire to cruise someday.
Abandoned on this far off shore, I plan for my getaway. Made a beeline for the Bay of Love, Where quiet, clear waters stay.
My heart is only an island, So out of sight, Past the blue horizon, I live from day to day.
Abandoned on this desert shore, I plan for my break. Gone to the Sea of Change, Where love is made.
My heart is only an island, Where nobody else can see, The dejection, I should admit, That conceals where it counts in me.
To be kissed by moonlight, Furthermore, stroked by stars, Hung in obscured blue, Moving from Jupiter to Mars.
To be found by the light of the moon, Furthermore, cherished under a darkened sky. Allow the sun to disregard me; It never heard me cry.
Since there’s an exceptional thing about moonlight, Like it was made only for me, Since regardless of how awful things are, I have the moon waiting for me.
I will look at the stars, Perhaps even Mars, They are generally so brilliant, On an awesome clear winter night. Feeling the breeze, Watching… Read more: IS IT WINTER YET?
Why is it that when one usually talks about themselves, it is almost always negative , or not always flattering?
Why is it, that when you look into the mirror, you see all the imperfections, all the things less appealing?
Why is it that on recalling the past, we usually recall our failures, our mistakes, and our wrong doings?
Why is it that on self reflection, most of us see ourselves as failures, as people of non substantial value, someone whose loss won’t affect?
Why is it that we don’t believe in ourselves? Why is it that we don’t motivate ourselves? Why do we let the darkness consume us? Most of all, why don’t we love ourselves?
Why is it that we bottle up ourselves, hide behind our masks, abscond into darkness?
Why is it that someone else has to force and teach us to believe, to speak, and to fight?
Today we fight! Today our demons die. Today we will start loving ourselves, we will speak ourselves.
Now more than ever, we must find ourselves, face ourselves and love ourselves. No matter how uncertain, life is going to go on, so let’s live on.
Even a bare tree looks as pretty as a blossom with the right perspective.
The way we look, The way we see, The way we think, It’s our perspective.
We are nevertheless one soul, Along the equal lines. Neither excessively close nor too far, To even think about making perspective work.
Old and youthful, Author of verse and artist of tune. Meeting not too far off, Crossing in the field of dreams.
Troublemaker and awesome, Whisky and wine. Wellbeing and fears, Talking eyes do show- Love and detest, Uproarious and delicate, Quick and moderate.
To crash as roar, To keep as still as dead of night, With just moon and stars to show their tears, At the point when they all end in sight.
I request less, In any case, to be this drained, This terrified, This dreaded.
It’s inbuilt in us, To see the negative first, Without even thinking about the other side, Well that’s how our perspective works.
Light reflections, Coloured dusk, Throwing captivating sparkle shadows, Night top light.
Light darkling showers now, Presently wanders far out, Slippery move progressing, Quick differentiating, Deserts estimated time, derides tight determining.
Colours overprint creative mind brilliant, As Nature’s method of coming to through knowledge, Draws in inside a vortex turn outliving, Relaxation looks, Taps inert springs, Sees past’s sting Immersed in night-tide swing whirl, Sings please.
No boondocks remain between satisfaction’s tears, Soul’s flight, Furthermore, wonder as sight traverses light – all outperforming. Let life through quietness still more life gestate, Anon fey example weave paints second state.
Like fistful of sand, Like a palm brimming with water, These little lumps of life, Try not to get a kick out of the chance to remain in hold.
Much the same as a little child, Life wouldn’t settle, On its opportunity of development, It covertly sneaks out, Like a common young person.
Perspective, It’s a piece of art, It’s a separate entity, A being in itself.
It is our base to judge, Our base to develop, Our base for growth, It’s our perspective.
Life is unpredictable, but people are. The way they see things, the way they speak, the way they talk, is all on the basis of their perspective. Our perspective to us is like water to a parched traveller, soul to a body, and words to poetry. It is the very basis of our existence. I know you may wonder how, for my perspective, my way of viewing things tells me so. We may be alive, but without us reacting, or even doing anything, our value of existence is nothing. It is our perspective that allows us to think in a certain way, react in a certain way.
There is a perspective everywhere we see, it may be in scenery, going from small to big, or in the eyes and mind of a person. We may be a know it all, but only true perspective gives one the sight to actually see. Just like saying that the glass is half empty, rather than saying that the glass is half full gives us the most basic way a person sees ; seeing to the negative before the positive .
Our perspectives are extremly precious, not only to us but also to others. We may show that others perspective of us may not affect us, but we are humans after all. We all emote in some way or the other; their views hurt us if it’s not all positive. I am not telling you to stop having your own perspective, but just requesting you to broaden it.
People say that life is in the right perspective when they have everything planned out for their future, however that is not true. Life is in perspective when you have things set ,but won’t mind if there are changes, when you have some share of downs, and when you are open to understand and accept others who may not be like you.
Ask yourself, peek into your soul and find out if your life is in perspective. Make it right, for our perspective is the master and we, its slaves.
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