To the world I know, but who failed to know me…
Because I once cried, don’t think I am weak
Because I once spoke out my pain; don’t feel that I am still hurt
Don’t look at me with that sympathy in your eyes
Come on, I have a beautiful life :)
Because I lost once; don’t believe I’ll give up
Because I fell once; it doesn’t mean that I won’t stand up again
I had a nightmare; but I still carry the courage to dream again
I am not an introvert; just that I judge people first before getting close to them
I am not ignorant; I know what to talk and to whom so that noone is hurt
I have only few friends; because I believe in having few but real good friends
I too have admirers; only that I don’t like to shout about them……
Because I once cried, don’t think I am weak.
Because I once cried, don’t think I am weak
Because I once spoke out my pain; don’t feel that I am still hurt
Don’t look at me with that sympathy in your eyes
Come on, I have a beautiful life :)
Because I lost once; don’t believe I’ll give up
Because I fell once; it doesn’t mean that I won’t stand up again
I had a nightmare; but I still carry the courage to dream again
I am not an introvert; just that I judge people first before getting close to them
I am not ignorant; I know what to talk and to whom so that noone is hurt
I have only few friends; because I believe in having few but real good friends
I too have admirers; only that I don’t like to shout about them……
Because I once cried, don’t think I am weak.
Interesting !
ReplyDelete..."That strength is not the strength of a rock, that strength is the strength of a rose flower -- so fragile in its strength... so fragile, so sensitive, so delicate.
ReplyDeleteThe rock will be there, the flower can go any moment, but still the flower is stronger than the rock because it is more alive. Or, the strength of a dewdrop on a leaf of grass just shining; in the morning sun -- so beautiful, so precious, and yet can slip any moment. So incomparable in its grace, but a small breeze can come and the dewdrop can slip and be lost forever.
Buddhas have a strength which is not of this world. Their strength is totally of love... Like a rose flower or a dewdrop. Their strength is very fragile, vulnerable. Their strength is the strength of life not of death. Their power is not of that which kills; their power is of that which creates. Their power is not of violence, aggression; their power is that of compassion." Osho
Hey Carla, thanks for sharing this. it's so nice.."the flower is stronger than the rock because it is more alive..." how beautiful.
ReplyDeleteit touched. really thats the truth...
ReplyDeleteu mind if i keep this poem with me?... i really like it, it will help me regain myself when i'll feel lost.
this really is something i adore.... wonderful piece...
@carla- amazing lines and thoughts. *take a bow*
Thanks a lot Deepika !! your comment made me happy :) ofcourse, u can keep it..
ReplyDeleteThanks again 4 appreciating !!
:) i really liked this one
ReplyDeletenice one , wowo you can write so beautifully, i wonder how and when will i learn to write su nicely..
ReplyDeleteindeed a good one
Yes indeed life is beautiful and i am sure you have one beautiful one.
and crying is not a sign of Weakness its a sign of being human...
Bikramjit, thanks 4 the appreciation.
ReplyDeleteI believe everyone has a beautiful life..it's just that sometimes we tend to ignore the beauty of it...
Well said, crying is not a sign of weakness, it's a sign of being human..
Regards,
Shail
wow!!!
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