Everyone have their own destiny…

Some are made by god

Some make their own destiny

So I wanted to make my own…

I thought I was making my destiny

But I wasnt...

I was not alone but felt loneliness

I was not happy or sad...

Things change...

Even people change

My close friends became stranger

Some became unknown...

I was left alone...

So I thought to myself is this the destiny? I chose for me?...

by me:>

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The world is full of lies...

I hate it...

When people give expectations or promises

But in the end they break it...

From that day I lost the word trust,expectation

And promises...

by me:>

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I don't need my life to be perfect...

I just want to be happy...

I just want few close friends who love me just the

Way I am…

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You may have friends and family who love you...

But remember that you came into this life naked and alone...

And you will leave naked and alone...

So why not live nakedly?

Living nakedly means living each moment in your original...

When you are familiar with your unconditional self and not limited by relative circumstances...

You will see everything as perfect...

-living fully.....

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I wouldn't go as far as to say that a garden is the answer to all problems...

But its amazing how a little digging a friendly dialogue with good earth can help reactivate us when we grow sluggish or morose...

-Anonymous

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Your like the happiness of my life

You taught me to how to smile again…

You always wanted the best for me...

You were everything to me...

But you were the also reasons that I cried so

much….

And also reason that my smile faded…:>

-by me

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It's funny how life shifts

From writing three poems per night, to not finding a word to begin….

From having a close band of friends to sitting alone...

And realizing that was the end...

And you will probably will never meet again...

From my parents being our hero's,

To them being awfully cruel...

Of course they mean well

But human is a human...

And words sometimes cannot be erased...

Life unpredictability leads to maturity...

You only get one chance at this game...

And if you don't stop to enjoy it, it will be awfully shame...

- Instagram poem

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The sunset is beautiful, isn't it?...

I'm just like the sunset…

Beautiful to see...

But some to hate...

People take pictures of me...

Because they like it...

Just because of my appearance...

They don't like me by my personality or character...

At daytime I become hot...

Some people like me...

Some people hate me...

I'm not good enough...

Everyone and Everything is not good enough...

Eat less...

Eat more...

Gosh what's there problem???

Like they are someone to judge us...

They don't have the right to judge us...

We are from the same species...

You have brain, heart etc...

I have brain, heart too

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Thanks for reading:>

I appreciate it

I hoped you like it

it is my first poem i posted:^

see you next time:]