The Human Race. Farce

Human beings.
What a race.
How powerful.
what a farce.

It is in the first chapter, first paragraph.

The story goes. After the Creator made the world, then made Mankind in His image. The Angels didn't like this. They tried to hide this Truth. Knowing that Mankind will go to all Heights and Depths to adventure and discover, they hid the Truth where mankind will not commonly look.  Within.

My Marriage

Newsletter promises
Built on broken hearts

A new slate
on an old frame

clean and clear
a motive

a page
a new rage

I'll hold my breathe
no more

I wish
But I know I will

Written by Tasnim Jivaji

Momentum

Twenty different things are happening all at the same time,
I dont know what to do first,
Actually I do know but I don't have the luxury to chose,
I do what is needed to be done at the time it needs to be done,
and not what I want to do at that time at that moment,
I can't make my time of the day improve itself with improvising,
I do what needs to be done to get things done.

Coming up to breathe

Who is this drowning in something like quicksand

Submerged directly proportional to time left on earth

My water is depleted and there is more earth

Struggling to grasp straws which are bygones sunk deep in

Gasping for breathe yet looking for them to give it to

Procrastinator, I'm still putting myself last

Show me, someone, how not to do that

Need I down and give myself a spanking for that?

Teach me that lesson to live my life first.

And then be less for those who really dont want me

To

live for them the way i do.