Dream Love
Oh, darling, you light up my sky
When you look at me with those eyes
You were with me in pain
You were with me in peace
And that’s why I love you my dazzling dream…
Always I thought when I looked into those eyes
That I’ll drown till I die
Which, I don’t mind if I do
Cause in the end it’s you…
Why are you doing this to me?
Your making me loses my mind with every part of you…
My heart which had been beating for you since the day I saw you was a miracle
The whole moon would simp for you, if you just go in the night
Even the flowers and animals would embrace you, and I won’t judge them
Every war
Every fear
Every anger
Would come for an end, because of you
And that’s why I love…
Words: Masha Wickramarathne
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Point of view
Here are the most misunderstood combination of types of behaviour.
Being loud and being outraged looks and sounds almost the same. The difference between them is that a loud person has got a point to say and the outraged person no point to say. He most probably blames another individual.
If you ever felt like “deep down we are all selfish” because sometimes you do stuff for people through which you won’t benefit, but you do it for the goodness of you and you still feel like being selfish cause it’s for you. Well, here you are not a selfish person you’re a beneficial one.
At this point you do good for others expecting blessings from God or a superpower.
If you do any something for the satisfaction of some person eventually you would be selfish and also you expecting a similar result from the person you treated will make you selfish. Being beneficial and being selfish is never the same.
A person who is being blamed by all is most probably being quiet because he got no one to listen on his side where the people on him got no point to say they just blame as mentioned above.
A situation which looks similar but is not the same is when one individual points it out on all and they remain silent. Most probably, they feel guilty about it. If they are not feeling guilty, they would have spoken and they have people to listen to because they are in numbers. The results of both sound almost the same but are never the same.
Words: Mohamed Suleim
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If —
(‘Brother Square-Toes’ — Rewards and Fairies)
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream — and not make dreams your master;
If you can think — and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings — nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And — which is more — you’ll be a Man, my son!
Words: Rudyard Kipling
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Still I rise
You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I’ll rise.
Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
’Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.
Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I’ll rise.
Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops,
Weakened by my soulful cries?
Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don’t you take it awful hard
’Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines
Diggin’ in my own backyard.
You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I’ll rise.
Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I’ve got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?
Out of the huts of history’s shame
I rise
Up from a past that’s rooted in pain
I rise
I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.
Words: Maya Angelou
