Don't Give Up On Life

O flower dont you shrivel down as yet
I look around you and find fallen trees,
Broken branches and scattered leaves
Afar a dark horizon and its not even sun set
Enough to suggest there was a storm through
Enough to show you did a hard time...

But its gone and dont you let go now
You stayed standing, strong, alive somehow
Dont go vulnerable for another storm
Dont go weak for a reaching hand to pluck
Dont go gentle into the night
I know it was hard on you
You dont have to go hard on yourself
Hard so much there will be thornes on you...

Realize yourself you are a fragrant flower
Your smell, your sight.. just stay the way you are
For some reason you didnt go down
When it was still the time for you
And for that reason which you dont see
Realize you are alive and you were meant to be...

Courtesy: Philip Thomas

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The Lost Journey With Myself

An empty land, an empty soul,
A walk, a voyage in search for a reason..
A reason to breathe, to love, to live; again
I knew the road, I’ve walked here before
But there used to be a different song

There used to be always someone along.




I find broken branches, fallen trees, the ruins
Looking at me for an answer,
Why did you let everything decay?
Why did you left what once was eden?
But to all these inquest I had nothing to say.

I have wronged them; a feeling sunk in.
I let down some souls waiting for me,
Knelt down with my face to the ground,
The blues setting in as a cloud upon me.

I am better, better than this, I said to myself.
I’ve had worse, and have stood up without any help.
But why can’t I do it again, (‘cause am only human)
Pick up the scattered pieces of me,
Stop getting stumbled upon this slope
Plant myself a flower in what remains of my heart
And Might as well name it my "absolute hope"! :)

Courtesy: Philip Thomas