Beauty & Meaning

What's worse than planning, having goals ambitions and dreams, Staying idle, letting the days slide away without any action, There's nothing noble about having no ambitions, It's an evolutionary function for man to have an object of pursuit, To have a bane thar always keeps him on the move, It's the duty of man, to be, create and live, because we're creators.      ✍️© Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com

I looked at your picture of many ears ago, A lot have changed, but your beauty remains, The girl has grown into a gorgeous lady, Your mind has evolved, in brilliant strides, Though many challenges, yet you remain strong, I am not surprised, you've always been tough, I looked at your picture of many years ago, The feeling we had, hasn't gone sour. ✍️©️Toobrightanthony 📸@pexels.com 

Time passes by, humans enumerate it, Day and night is a continuum,they just roll away, The value of time, is the concept of human mind, Days, months and years, are product of our thoughts, The year doesn't star on a particular day, it doesn't mark a moment, Time keeps moving, even when we don't mind.   ✍️© Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com

Bland words from a stale mind, Empty thoughts, words are dry, This is a battle, that we daily fight, It's a block, that dries the mind. Dry words from a scanty mind, Trying to find a rhythm is hard, The words are gone, just like that, This is another blockage of the mind. The blockage of the mind, a common fad, We all experience it, once in a while, From novice to pro, no one can deny, It's a spell, that binds us together. ✍️©️Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

The flow of time, nonstop it flows, Like an endless river,it doesn't pauses or stop, Sometimes it's slow, quite boring and dull, You think you have a lot of it, soon it's all gone, The flow of time, a mystery that can't be understood.  © Toobrightanthony 

Glued to his screen, from dawn to dusk, A prisoner of buzz, notification and beeps, By night time, his senses return, he feels guilty, for wasting his time, Another day began, the circle continues, From dawn to dusk, he is glued to his screen. ✍️© Toobrightanthony  📸 @pexels.com