If something blends in do you notice it?
Or are you blind in the black of night?
Seeing nothing but darkness
Except for the blue-ish glow of the winter moon
As every season changes and time slips away
The white snow comes and goes
Leaving you alone during the winter day
And there is nothing but silence
And everythings gray
The snow covered trees sway in the wind
Waiting for you to do something
You do nothing,
But sit in sorrow waiting for the end
To be ignorant is to be short of knowledge.
Ignorance is bliss in the world of rumors
But in our world ignorance doesnt cut it
Too many people think highly of themselves
When they have no reason to do so
Always smiling their fake smile
Pretending to be perfect
Its like a frozen lake
You dont know its weak points
Until the ice cracks and you fall in the frozen water
Cursing yourself the whole way down
Pay attention to detail
Notice other people around you
Listen and learn
Ignorance is a choice not a requirement
Just because Im quiet,
Doesnt mean Im not listening,
Hearing every thoughtless word that comes from your mouth
Just waiting for you to slip-up
Just because Im different,
Doesnt mean I dont have the same thoughts
Or like the same things
I am unique but not inhuman
You think you can read me like a book,
But you dont know the half of it,
You are so caught up in your own pitiful world
That you dont notice the small things
Dont judge someone before you get to know them.
Why do some people work so hard
And get nothing?
No recognition
No awards
Absolutely nothing
Then there are the people who do nothing
And get everything
Why do they get recognized?
Why are they so special?
What makes them stand out?
They are like lottery winners
Make a few insignificant marks on a paper
And win thousands
No effort needed
Many hard working people go unnoticed
Their work lost in the blue ocean of time
Never again to be seen by human eyes
Why are they overlooked by society?
What makes them unworthy?
Current Residence: In a yellow submarine.. 20000 leagues under the sea. Favourite genre of music: No preference. MP3 player of choice: Ipod Personal Quote: -I usually refrain from saying anything at all-
The same stream of life that runs through my veins night and day
runs through the world and dances in rhythmic measures.
It is the same life that shoots in joy through the dust of the earth
in numberless blades of grass
and breaks into tumultuous waves of leaves and flowers.
It is the same life that is rocked in the ocean-cradle of birth
and of death, in ebb and in flow.
I feel my limbs are made glorious by the touch of this world of life.
And my pride is from the life-throb of ages dancing in my blood this moment.
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Bhulbona ar shohojete
Shei praan e mon uthbe mete
Mr