FOUND

Was never lost. Hoping will never be. A taste of satisfaction, bliss to the inner being. A wish of more than just apple for the eye coming true, at a long last.

can't loose you

The willingness to hold on is mightier than the one to let go but a thought of loosing scares the crap outta ones being. Happy, Smiley, jovial are the moods that surround your niche and those around. If there was a way one could legally acquire you and keep for themselves, they could hire the best lawyers in the world. What if the opposite is true? The overwhelming retention is clouding the exaggerated rejection you are bound to face in the near future.  Well, like I always say ... living the moment is all there is, don't let too much thought kill your dreams.

ye who lust for what is not theirs

Identity. Knowing who you are makes you find what you are looking for, and what would that be? Something non-rebellious, accepting and most importantly non-judgemental. "Who are you?" That's hardest question to be answered after a knocking a door, you wonder for a while whether to shout your name but you end up saying "its me!" then the person inside is silly enough to ask "me, who?" and now you surrender your name but quite reluctantly because of shame. Where the shame sprouts from, no one knows, maybe its ego or just people get ashamed of their own names. Would you like to change? or just be some make-believe kinda person, a character in your own fiction story, making lies about yourself for so long that you start believing in them, just so you could fit in a particular clique. Forever lost. People like identifying themselves with wealth, technology, talent, swag and most importantly pretty faces. All these give one ego, the will to live ... or rather a dream to pursue. But hear ye who lust for what is not theirs thus making deceitful claims to own fictitious goldmines, truth will burn the precious cocoon you have surrounded your friends with, and those who find themselves in you will vanish like dust.

never complains when their hearts are stolen

Theft is unacceptable in societies, could be punishable by death in some or excommunication in others. Robbers steal and leave their victims wailing for lost property with regrets and wishes that they could have saved the fortune, had they taken slightly different measures. There is a kind of theft, painless. One never really knows that a thief passed by. When told that you have been robbed, cognitive dissonance occurs for they are sure that whatever everyone is claiming has been stolen isn't. Theft of the heart.One never complains when their hearts are stolen, it feels like it was the right thing to do, like it was meant to be stolen just waiting for the perfect thief. A planned crime. A crime that took years to identify the wealthiest of all hearts, the jackpot that would last a long devour, the oasis of the desert. Would the thief be caught, the plaintiff would defy justice and claim the heart fell in the hands of the defendant for seeing the one who completes you hurt, crushes, especially when done by your hand.

What is a puzzle, something that needs an answer right? Then imagine you are a puzzle, God is playing the cards, each and every piece is already in place just waiting for you to find them. In the process of waiting they are not idle, they are learning through different ways how to fit in the puzzle, which is you, say social life etc. Crazy, slow, silly and dumb are the people that surround us. We sometimes despise them but there is always someone who likes them, someone who thinks their crazy is amazing. Hearts blink when two crazies matching potential meet(Feels like a magnetic pull *#@!magnet). Found, not like something missing, like hidden treasures, like a needle in a haystack, like answers in exams, the joy is overwhelming and heartwarming. Found, not really one to be betrothed to but one to be with, to love and to cherish for eternity.

till next TiMe ............... Adios