Life can be Fair, sometimes!

Do we get attracted to what we think about? Or do things and persons send vibes that make us get attracted to them?

I think we attract what we think about, whether it’s a person, feeling or a thing. We are the strong magnet in this process. The world is full of things from all kinds and people with different traits and characteristics. But we don’t see all that. We only see what we think about; our own horizon shrinks to include things and people we have something in common with and on the other hand detach what may be odd to us.

And I think it’s fair enough!

So, it all starts in your head and heart. When you fill these organs with love, passion, and positivity, you’ll get it. However, when you just go in life aimlessly, holding a grudge toward others, and with a bunch of complaints, you’ll get just the same as you feel.

But what about times of being depressed, sad, or anxious? How can we during these times change our sails to the positive while we are unable to take any action or see anything away from BLACK?
I think during good times, we should write down what makes us happy, motivated, and eager to achieve new things and go on living. So during hard times, we can get back to those notes and make use of what we wrote before. Of course, it’ll be hard to be so objective and detach yourself from your current mood, but it can help in some way.
It’s your own job!
You’re the one who is responsible for directing your sails and drawing lines of your steps towards your destination.

So every time you feel things are going the other direction you’ve been planning on, just think for a second; what was my main thought for the day?

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Only One Word

Sometimes the words flow
Through your pen
Like a stream
That was kept shut
For so long inside
Your heart.

Other times you should wring
Your heart
To get only one word;
One feeling embodied into a word,
But your pen rejects
To write.

Someone

Someone would hurt you
With his selfishness and deception,
And you’ll see the whole world ugly and unfair.

Someone would love you
From the bottom of his heart,
And you’ll see the whole world as lovely as never before.

In the Middle of a Line!

Clashing thoughts
Inside
Can’t be hushed,
Yet
Can’t be expressed!

I can’t write a poem
Without getting distracted
In the middle of a line
Which once I get back to
I find it no more charming!

But I am excused,
I am a poet
And not a rule can be applied
To poets,
As poets just do not fit in.

You!

You seem to me
A faint ray
That would never
Shine again.
You seem to me
A smeared portrait
With stains crying
In pain.
You seem to me
A paper dusted with
Clashing lines
And no meaning.

You seem to me
A wandering lie
That would never be carried
By morning breeze.