Simplicity Of Life

Life will be wonderful if everything is Simple. "A Simple Understanding","A Simple Touch","A Simple Word",
"A Simple Love", and all lead to a simplicity of life but yet is the hardest to achieve in this complicated world as not everyone is simplehearted.
You don't have to be my lover to be my special someone, all I need is a simple friend who have a pure simple soul... Someone who I can share my tear, laughter, care & love in a simple friendship... A special someone who we can share a simple life in our simple minds ... A simple wish from me to all the simplehearted people out there...

Lessons Of Life

I feared being alone
until I learned to like
myself.

I feared failure
until I realized that I only
fail when I don't try.

I feared success
until I realized
that I had to try
in order to be happy
with myself.

I feared people's opinions
until I learned that
people would have opinions
about me anyway.

I feared rejection
until I learned to
have faith in myself.

I feared pain
until I learned that
it's necessary
for growth.

I feared the truth
until I saw the
ugliness in lies.

I feared life
until I experienced
its beauty.

I feared death
until I realized that it's
not an end, but a beginning.

I feared my destiny,
until I realized that
I had the power to change
my life.

I feared hate
until I saw that it
was nothing more than
ignorance.

I feared love
until it touched my heart,
making the darkness fade
into endless sunny days.

I feared ridicule
until I learned how
to laugh at myself.

I feared growing old
until I realized that
I gained wisdom every day.

I feared the future
until I realized that
life just kept getting
better.

I feared the past
until I realized that
it could no longer hurt me.

I feared the dark
until I saw the beauty
of the starlight.

I feared the light
until I learned that the
truth would give me
strength.

I feared change,
until I saw that
even the most beautiful butterfly
had to undergo a metamorphosis
before it could fly.

3rd Serving

My brew
Brewed itself
And washed
My own cup.
I have drowned
In this well.
My spoon stirs
All doubts.
Sugar’s no use
When something
As stale as this
Blinds the heart,
Abused,
And licked
With a kiss.

Was it a kiss?

I pursed my lips
Upon the scent
Of a bitter brew
In honey.
I pushed the muffin,
Plate-full;
I have been full
Yet hungry.
I sat myself near
The nearest window
And spat;
Spit landing on a cup
Below.
My hot cup turning cold,
And my spoon,
Silver,
Shiny –
How many have I used?
The 4th, 5th, 6th –
I counted 11,
Including you.
This cup of you
Never lies.
It never did
(unlike you).
The froth,
Camouflaged;
The brew,
Good for two.

2nd Serving

Another cup,
Two more drops –
I wasted my own time
Stirring,
Tasting
What I thought was mine.
Too much sugar,
A quarter of water
And the aroma
Smells familiar.

Bitter?

No.
Made sour by the sweet.
The sweet,
Sweetened by spit.
My own tongue
And spit
Mixed with caffeine;
Indulgence
Is a game
Played fair by two.
Your flair for games
And my flair,
You.
We mixed water
With powder,
Added a heap of sugar.
Where’s the milk?
No honey
Or concentrated brew.
I make one for me
And three-fourths full
For you.
Too hot!
You say,
Too hot for your taste.
And so, I replace yours
With mine,
Careful not to waste
A single drop of caffeine goodness
That I once stirred
And brewed myself –
Once,
I believed
You deserve nothing
But the best.