Chaotic Scripters

CHANGES What is it that changed between us? What is it that tore us apart? Everything was going pretty well Out of nowhere The storm hits so hard? I'm trying to figure out If it was my mistake But every time I apologise You said I wasn't responsible for your dismay You've been with me when I needed you the most I've stuck on your side when your angry face asked me to go I've also ran away from you, and you pulled me back in your arms That smile on your face, promising to tie our bond Every time the strings break apart Fainted hopes and engraved memories  My only spark, in this dreading dark I feel myself burning and shattering apart I would never want to you to leave  But if it is matter of your bliss... Would you mind  burying my heart before soul departs? _Guzi

Did you ever imagine that one fine morning, when you wake up from bed and look around, nothing is going to be the same? What would it be like to live a life totally different from what you are living right now? Well, now imagine when you wake up and you find that you are not the person you dreamt of. You are just some one else. You are a person who strangled your desires because the people around you wanted you to do so. Because they thought what you were doing wasn't right. They wanted you to kill your ambitions and dreams. Would you be happy? Or would you be sad and give it the name of fate and say that maybe its a test of life. Just remember one thing, if you are in a circumstance where you aren't happy and you are not doing anything about it, its not fate. Its the way you chose to be. And choosing to suffer when you can get out of the circumstance is a way of punishing yourself for nothing. Get up, you still have a chance, a life. Heaven isn't a place where you

We're all blinded By beautiful masquerades Stumbling over our own pieces Slitting through the darkest of the caves We've all learnt to conceal our scars But the scars, crave to be embraced Why is it that we yearn for the things we can't have? Why is it that we ignore the best of blessings in the process? No, it isn't the absence of mind Nor is the broken heart supposed to be blamed Maybe we're too busy defying ourselves Too busy competing each other As to whose life is in the darkest state There might come a time... When bliss might welcome us with the warmest embrace And we might turn away Fearing it might destroy us By bringing us out of the most loved 'The Melancholic state' _Guzi Do drop in your views