Beauty & Meaning

Old ties of yesteryears,  Long forgotten, but still existing, The dots still connects, after many years, The vibes still flows, like it never left, This can be love or something stronger, This is a tie, we all have in common. ✍️©️ Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

On Nature's order,  Everything stops,  Like during storm,  Mankind halts. On Nature's order, We stay indoors, Like when it hails, We all stay safe.  On Nature's order, We take a break, Like when we sleep, We answer her call. On Nature's order, Mankind must obey, There's no disputing,  To the order of Nature. ✍️©️Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

I will write few lines, it should suffice,  The message will be passed, without much words, Within those few lines, my heart is poured out,  My mind will be emptied , leaving nothing unturned,  With just few lines, a lot can be told. ✍️©️Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

The truth is one, just one, not more, The truth is just, no matter the effect it may have, The truth is constant, always the same, The truth is the same, it doesn't have variants, The truth is indifferent, it doesn't appeal to whims and emotions, The truth can stand alone, it doesn't need any support, The truth is the truth, it doesn't change. ✍️©️Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

The drudgery of the daily grind, An endless circle of toil and fun, Each day, a novel experience,  The daily grind, is different to all. The drudgery of the daily grind, Sometimes you win, or  lose, No two days are the same, Each day births a new grind. The drudgery of the daily grind,  It's different to all, but still the same, White, blue or gold collar, all grind, The daily grind is the bane of humanity. ✍️©️Toobrightanthony  📸@pixabay.com 

The distracted soul, He can't focus on a thing, His mind is foggy and dull, His attention is short and numb. The distracted soul, It is filled with emptiness,  Always seeking for a thrill,  It is an insatiable being. The distracted soul, From dawn to dusk,  It is looking at the little box, That has made it a zombie.  ✍️©️Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

The haves aren't satisfied,  The have-not are seeking,  None will ever be satisfied, It's an unbalanced world. Those in love aren't happy, The single ones are unhappy,  Both are seeking happiness,  It's an unbalanced world. It's an unbalanced world, Each envies the other person, Everyone wishes for perfection, A perfect world is an unreal world. ✍️©️ Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

Love tangle, unknown situation,  The mind is confused, the heart is weak, To stay or to go, to choose whom to love, To know who love you, or who's wasting your time, The tangles of love, weakens the heart. ✍️©️ Toobrightanthony 📸 @pexels.com 

Your time is your life, It is not just a ticking clock, It's the content of your existence, Make every seconds count. Your time is your life,  It's not just your waking hours, It's not just ordinary moments, It's the entirety of your being. Your time is your life, It's not just days and seasons,  It's every, seconds, mins and hours, It's the sum of your stay on earth. ✍️©️ Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

The troubled soul, always on the alert, It stayed up all night, sleep is hard to find, The burdened mind, juggling a lot at a time,  Regretting over yesteryears, anxious of the future,  Peace is an alien, rest can't be found, The burdened mind, is a troubled soul. ✍️©️Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

Feeling blank is allowed, it's part of the creative path you choose. Some days are like that, when you can't coin a word, Your thoughts are numb, your words are dull, It's all part of the deal, of being a creative mind. ✍️©️Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

His eyes is glued,  His soul is stringed, He can't let go,  He has been roped. The little box in his hands,  A powerful machine,  Stronger than his will,  It hijacked his mind. He is not alone, Others are with him, A slave to the will, Of the little box. ✍️©️Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

The slow growth of love, So grueling, tiring and boring, It takes a while for love to mature, Real love takes a while to happen.  The slow growth of love, It's boring to lustful hearts, Love doesn't happen fast,  Real love is patient and calm. The slow growth of love, A frustrating sojourn, Two souls becoming one, Slow love is meaningful love. ✍️©️Toobrightanthony  📸 @pexels.com 

Love in every word, love in every thought,  Love in every act, love in every deed, Love in fun times, love in dull times, Love in your feeling, love out of feelings,  Love is always active, it's never idle. ✍️©️Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

The year started slow, but we are already if months, The sand of time drops in tiny grains, soon it's used up,  Tick-Tick says the clock as seconds turn to years, We all think we have enough time, alas it is a lie,  The year may seems slow, but it's not true. ✍️©️ Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com