Broken

We all are, somewhere inside broken
Broken by time
Broken by humans
Broken by ourselves
The process is complicated, being broken does not mean there is no return, return is always there but never the same.
And the only way to fix your broken piece is to find another broken piece to complete this broken state!
Never there to be broken again and then the repeat happens … these pieces of you in time that shall never be same again!
Stay broken, accept, deny or just keep fighting but this is who we are, I am, you are – inside us the pieces that hurt us, are the ones that keep us going, keeps us pushing and life goes on.. broken or mended!!

“putting your pieces in peace makes you less broken but only you know what it means to be broken“

Solace.. continued!!

And then there it was, as I went along and found but soon to be lost as the next wave of cold and the wind follows.. blowing the snow in the face as if it is the white candy floss in the miniscules hitting me.

Call it Solace, again!!

Solace

Defined as…

In my eyes, the soul and the living existence:

Bare matter of choices I have made

Rights, wrongs and the wishful

There never seems to be the time to rewind

To look, to play, the depths seems unreal

Feelings, connections, emotions, so easily reputed

Pungent, toxic and unrealistic everything becomes in time

Trust, care and belonging has no meaning.. it’s totally an excreta of one’s self harmonious presence

Goodbyes are easier, hellos most welcoming and in-between all else nothing one needs to ever know

From one most colorful life to grey and black …it was all one trip down the memory lane

Lost, broken, irreparable .. conjurs this moment

In the end – not for all, no-one, this world.. Time shapes what I gave up in essence of what was my Solace, drawn to myself, to be blind with open eyes, world screws, red cards, green cards, meditations, endless fake inspirations, nothing is more deep but losing your inner solace -it just never will return, like a perfect tide, never the same as one before but always seemingly returning to be lost forever once the depths are gone. Truism is how other want it to imagine but you know in depths, you know this Solace

Sometimes (say most of the times), we are our best friend and the worst enemies. – M.B. [Life:1619]

Shooting stars

When you want to make wishes, you stay awake and count the stars or count the shooting stars, how many do you see?

Best seen on big screen, in 4k, to appreciate the stars and the few star trails before you notice the big burning star!!

Yours truly,
Night watchman

Dramas in the skies!!

Drafted by - nature
Composed by - light
Shared with you all! 

"Time you thought nothing was moving, the whole universe moved!"