I am chasing a butterfly,It's so beautiful,I wishto make it mine;grab it, before it flies.But I fail everytime.It's too quick for my wits,hard to pick its path.Yet I have to keep trying;chase it through the orchards,chase it through the vineyards,chase it through the rosy gardens.If I succeed, I would owna piece of my ambition;If I …
[Poetry] Idiosyncrasy of a defeated soul
On some nights, the northern star seem to, shine a little dimmer; pretending to fade away. Goals, aims, aspirations grow feeble; Hope seem to faint within this cacophony; feel defeated, dejected. This spark that demotivates, This spark of distractions, left ignored, may burn down your house of ambitions. This agitation of the mind, fuel …