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horizonofdawn · 2 years
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Christ be born in your heart...
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horizonofdawn · 2 years
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Life...to be admired...
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Life is like withering flower.
May the life be meaningful and spread it's own fragrance before it withers.....
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horizonofdawn · 2 years
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Hey! Hang on..........
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Wait........
For the dawn to come
For failures to be turned down
For a new beginning,for the fruit of toils and struggles,
Disappearance of pain and time to celebrate.....
peaceful days, delightful moments.....
Its soo aching to wait
Still it's worth the wait
Joyful days are coming.....
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horizonofdawn · 2 years
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Unintentional..............
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Anxieties and sorrows bound
Overwhelming sadness that cannot be thrown
Reasons that cannot be understood
Problems seems to be unsolved
Chaos surround .....
Weak and delicate to hold.....
Yet quiet and deeply plunged in thoughts
And plodding in this world of dark.....
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horizonofdawn · 2 years
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horizonofdawn · 3 years
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Being slow is never a barrier to glow.....!
-cT
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horizonofdawn · 3 years
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Rhy-me
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What to do now I suppose not to do...!
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horizonofdawn · 3 years
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Emerged from dark.... Bleeding pen
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horizonofdawn · 3 years
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I prefer nobody....
Piercing odd.
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#my space I never allow you In and I never will.
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horizonofdawn · 3 years
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death fate is fatal..............
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horizonofdawn · 3 years
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Sweet Savage Childhood days
The colour of the memory
so bright and sweet to play the flashback
of the vivid days to recall and smile at. remembering, all the vagabond hours….
We built our fortress strong and mighty,
We ruled together at the same time we conquered each other;
We laughed, we cried but never parted.
Remembering all our adventure melody
innocent childhood breeze singing about me and thee.
good old days, gone as fast; still smelling its savage
it really irritates all the worlds cleavage
brother and sister forever and for every age.
No: twins
every eye blinked towards us to ask,
looks alike
we share blood that bonds us with life.
All cricket matches we played
in the churchyard,
You! Cheater never let me bat first
unending innings never fade from the heart I trust.
tucked legs, heavy breath…it’s not a game
it’s a Viking battle, I choose to be Kane
never try to chain
you better tame
before I hit you with shame, …haha
those days wrestling ring that’s our bed.
unending fight, soon we got bored of our sight.
you’re the friend I never want to hate.
Fancy wild days are gone… it's like a camera click
mole we share that’s in our left cheek
a silly smile we share seems like we don’t care
cruel, I begged under that bridge for that crow’s life to spare
video games every time I won …don’t you dare
colour tv cable wire to fix we tired prayer
the wind blows the channel we cover; dangle! no more.
 In the river, where we are like dolphins in human
splendid hue
white shoe Polish, we do every Wednesday.
cycle rode with you on Monday
The worst fall happened in one Sunday
injury you got a scared scar in the head, worst ever day.
While seeing a movie, often we see mercy
is she crying?
every shirt of yours is mine
never a brother is a pain.
Childhood events goes on…
we moved on,
we grew older the bond gets stronger
we knew the future less
but the moments of life to the fullest.
Our childhood the best.
to recall often
We both sculpt
The first glimpse of dawn.
-cT
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horizonofdawn · 3 years
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Sky is full of wonder,
Cloud clashing thunder
Pour the rain in the summer
Veins do dance for that drummer
Helium ball's naked rays glamour
Change the blue blankets, colour
Idle soul's thick slumber
Over shadows morning splendor
Eyes can yonder;
How? When I chained inside my chamber.
-cT
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horizonofdawn · 3 years
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Necessity to live a meaning life, give up selfish rush and urging expectations.
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horizonofdawn · 3 years
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"Motherhood is a kind deed, not a gender role of obligation"
#father's arms beats like mother's heart.
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horizonofdawn · 3 years
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rhyme chaser .....felt the breeze after the storm.
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horizonofdawn · 3 years
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Why “Insecurities”?
What I suppose to be I think is not the same it reflects in the view.
No one born here as unicorns all is the same and go the same. then why in the middle there are so many fusses in living? 
Why do I care much, what might others think of me; when no one is going to give a damn thought about who I am? Unacceptable reality.
I treat people just the same the way I get treated, though I know how disrespect hurts. I treat shamefully.
Most of the time maybe every time I just giving and wanting much attention to (for) me. Less thought in another way around, selfish bound.
Yet I am going to die someday unsatisfied. Still yearning illusionary perfection in me to induce other’s insecurity.  Cruel....tearing down each other
I am totally unhappy and foolish enough to adjust to it. they said it is the default living, Some got lucky... purposely blind. Some got brave.... to shut the insecure giant. 
Who made those rules? I-myself- blame it on me.
Why can’t I live the way just as me? In simple word RAW. though too late, The training is already taken in the same old trended path........wasted much to gain such...... I build this path.
Sometimes I am too scared to stand for myself because I think it’s too UP for myself. My eyes scale others. Is that possible, How you look? Eliminate worth living!  Paraphrased the meaning.......justification confectioning
The way I am,
nags me to death…...am I expecting much from me! because I assume spectators will measure me? want to be something, not knowing what it will be....pathetic fore vision graving for some direction..... who is living the present?
I love to be different, yet the same old trained soul hardly sips the drink, according to mine soul it is forbidden. Odd to be true you mixed with the stereotypical pollution. Change in me is polluted because the root in me is poison.
What you expect low pressure outside and high pressure inside it is a constant storm. Nah you can’t get time to breathe while it’s throwing you to an unknown distance with all its drowsy arms. We taught to curse the storm but not to enjoy the ride.
Somewhere in the loop my tiny heartaches, not knowing why it aches………maybe because it too scared to be not ok. Hope it expects, the ignorant mind doesn’t know how to hold the threat of faith. nobody knows it's ok to be not ok. Circling inside the loop.
Honestly, the world will hate rawness, but how long   can live with this fake whole-ness. So …freeze living! raw in me blurred under expectations.
I am raw – broken -simple- imperfect-ignorant- -------it goes on. Why does this world expect anything from me? Untold lie, unrevealed truth. (Its all assumption)
I accept myself I don’t want you to. My painted heart sneered and said…real you died long ago..........murdered
senseless all real, how secure it be insecurities.
no frames, already an image of God himself…...insecurities to those who believe in evolution; surely not an inheritance to any.
born raw, gonna die raw -between why makeup.
Wake up !
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horizonofdawn · 3 years
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Gone but will born-Seed
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