The Promise (Part II)

"Wherever I go,
Wherever I will be,
I'll never leave you,
Hoping, you'll never leave me.

Separated by destiny,
We always may be,
I'll still find a way to get to you,
Hoping, you'll still be waiting for me.

Irrespective of the years that go by,
Respective of the thoughts we share,
I'll still come looking for you,
Knowing, I'll fall into that delusional snare."

The delusion that you're still here,
And your illusion that still stands by me;
All of it,
Reminds me of the connection we shared,
Reminds me of the promises we made,
Untill you left me here,
With nothing, but my tears.

The Promise

He made a promise to his best friend.
A promise to which time had no end.

A promise to be friends forever.
A promise that would keep them together.

She said there's no point, nothing ever lasts forever.
The promise is such, that someone's to be scarred forever.

Three years since that promise,
Now parted by distance,
Their friendship would never be a good riddance.

But,
Neither modest promises,
Nor nature's cruel plots,
Can compete with time.

Nothing lasts forever.
Ask him, he'll tell you, 
That time comes over.

"Oh how I wish I knew,
I'd be left alone by you.
You've left this world and gone far away.
No point of such a promise, I still hear you say."

Who Is He? (Part IV)

How much ever I'd like to agree with what Shakespeare's said (All the world's a stage) I have to disagree. I feel our lives are the ones of a book. It is filled with chapters resembling the phases of our life. It’s spiced up with characters - the people who have an effect on the protagonist. Lastly, it has a sole ending - our life's destiny.
There's a chapter in every book which may be difficult to move on from, because we've been attached to it greatly. We get attached to it so immensely that we do not want to move on. Turning the page and ending the chapter gets you close to your ultimate ending. Parting with a character in one of the chapters in the book of life may not be easy, but is necessary for us to move on.

He patiently awaited the future letter,
Sat by the sea thinking, things would get better.
Still so restless. Who is he?
The world's based on a single lie, don't you see?

The lie which make you cry,
The lie which makes you sigh,
The lie which makes you ask "Why?!”

The lie which lifts your faith,
From the goods of life.
The lie which make you fail,
The chapters of life.

The lie that keeps you waiting.
The lie that keeps you from hating.
The lie that keeps you eager, for the chapters ahead.
The lie that keeps you from, wanting a character dead.

In this book of life, hope is such a lie.
The lie that makes him believe that he'll know "Who am I?"

Who Is He? (Part III)

He now knew what he wanted.
Everything was fine now, Everything was normal.
However by the past he still was - haunted.

With the fright of him losing friends,
With the fright of him just having to pretend;
That so called 'forgotten',
Still got to him.

He sat in the dark, he was afraid to face the truth.
"The false pretense in 'friendship'",
To him, was just too uncouth.

He was re-living his past,
hoping that the frustration would pass,
Could things for once get any better?
He thought so while writing himself a future letter:

"For once when things are going on right,
Life sadistically decides to avoid a fresh start
And like a row of tumbling dominos;
All in a flash, everything falls apart.

Although I should have known ages ago,
Who am I; will I ever know?"

Who Is He? (Part II)

Dazed by the orange painted sky, 
he stood there - besides the sea.
He stood there thinking -
"Where would life take me?"
......... While he throws stones into the sea;
Creating a ripple effect to see the change he'll be.

His questions are still unanswered.
His dreams are still just 'dreams'.
Nothing's left now, but his mind's poetic streams.

The seasons are changing,
'is emotions are ranging.
The river is flowing into the sea
His thoughts are just being free.
The waves are crashing,
His hopes are dangling.

The answer to who he is, not procured.
His goals in life are still obscured.

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Enjoy, Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year :D

~TheWordedIllustrator

Who Is He?

Life is funny. It sure is. One moment it’s something, the other moment it’s something else. Life’s a blur. Trying to find out who you are – IS essential. Stuck in today’s world where time moves so fast, it does get a bit difficult for people to adjust; adjust to changes.

Lost in the maze of
understanding human emotions,
He lay quiet in the darkness
trying to avoid the world's commotion.

Losing his identity in the race against time,
He came back looking for who he was.
Lost in the maze, he definitely was.

Lost in the world of commotion;
He needed to find the answers -
of who he was surrounded
in the world of blurs.

Nothing seemed clear.
Nothing to him made sense.
His problems - like of an endless sphere,
he wanted it to end.

Like a broken mirror spread onto -
the floor into a million pieces.
All he’s left with is himself being
lost in those many reflections.

The answers still lie scattered
to the question being - who is he?
That hope of it being found,
STILL lies shattered.