Syllablic Life, Transgressing Nature

Pessimism is a state of mind in which one anticipates undesirable outcomes or believes that the evil or hardships in life outweigh the good or luxuries. This poem is dedication to the time when I used to call myself, as the world say, the PESSIMIST. You need to hold back, let these deep thoughts enter your soul and please, free your mind of lull in your life if you try to read what comes next. Get the feel.! I remember back then, joyous life, We lived hard, we did strive. Broken pieces, soul timid, Life was yet a tool to win. We fell down, stood again, Fighting hard in the narrow lane. Fears to joy, joys to pain, Since they call me Insane. Ah..this shallowness deep within, Resembles the pain of the gone. Once they were here, now it's time to mourn. I had it in me, deep within, Wanted to sabotage, lights too dim. Life was gone and the fears prevailed, One more day, and I've failed. I fight too little, bear so hard, Giving up, not once my dart. Came along

We all know of, with what are we serving our Mother Nature today. From toxic sulphates to carbon in the fuel emission. While it served us with a serene world to live on, we reciprocate our gratitude towards her by holding her right next to the cliff. Ready to let loose the grip anytime. It's time for us to understand that if that grip loosens this time, there will be some unfortunate future for us. So, if you want to live, let live. A soul to die for, a soul to die for A soul that stands for the right cause A soul that I can rely on A soul that never will be played upon To let me trust, I need a soul to die for Fights back for the right cause, Agitates hard, without taking any pause A soul full of regards, a realm free of sin, A shadow full of truth, shines in the dim Lover of humanity, converter of hate, Fighting for survival, changing people’s fate All I need is a body to try on, A soul to die for, a shoulder to cry on. Someone, whom I can rely on, In search