Showing posts with label “Self-reflections”. Show all posts
Showing posts with label “Self-reflections”. Show all posts

Monday, July 15, 2019

An Ordinary Man

I am nothing special, I am no one special. In fact I am a bit of a bore. I’m an ordinary fellow, nothing great, no one inspirational. I am nothing perfect, in fact I am far from it, and I know I will never be it. I don’t expect perfection, cause we all perfect the way we are. I am a bit broken, a bit damaged, a bit crazy, a hell lot confused.

I get easily overwhelmed by attention, I don’t crave it, I don’t seek it, but that said, I do appreciate it. I am no sinner, I am no saint either, I have my wants, I have desires, and something I act impulsively on them. But very often that leaves me with a strange feeling thanks to a prickly conscience.

I find it strange when people have crushes on me, want to be with me, want to get I on with me, cause I know there many more out there who way better than me. Very often I get overwhelmed with attractions, overwhelmed by the feeling of being drawn to someone. I am like everyone, I want to be wooed, I want to be love, as much as I can love, as much as the love I can give. I would love to see the opposite person take initiative as much I will. I may be childish, but I can try to do the best and be the best.

But then there are times when I may stumble and fall. I may have a cranial need, a physical need, and I may act upon it or may just try my best to deny myself it. I am no goodie-two-shoes, though I may often act like one. I may flirt, I may talk dirt, I get flattered when I know people desire me, though it leaves me feeling awkward, but at some level I like it. I enjoy the thought of sex and all that comes with it. But I also have a prickly conscience that ends up pricking my bubble. Leaving me feeling awkward, so often slut shaming me, unfortunately.

I am so often overwhelmed by feelings, so screwed by my overthinking. But I am who I am, I am an ordinary guy, nothing special or great about me. I am imperfect, broken, damaged, confused, someone who stumbles and falls bit too often but someone who does want to love and be loved.

At the end of the day I am just an ordinary guy who wants to love and be loved.

Monday, August 20, 2018

A Wondering, Wandering Heart

Standing at the edge of sometime so deep
Something so vast and powerful 
Makes the wanderer in me to wonder
If this wondering, wandering would ever cease

Wondering where is life leading me
What does it have in store for me
What twist and turns
What surprises does it have for me
Where will it take me
Whether it will let me wander a little while more
Before it lets the wandering wondering heart settle 

The water not still, neither rough
An easiness with every rise and fall
Like a heaving bosom
Rising and falling with every breath
But there’s a calmness in this uneasiness 
A strange feeling of peace
Reflecting the greyness of the skies
Somehow reflecting the grey uneasiness
That lay within my heart
That clouded my mind
The uncertainty and confusion
But at the same time bringing peace
A soothing balm
For all the uneasiness and greyness

As I stood there 
At the shore of this grey lake 
Wondering what lay in front of me
Where it would take me
What new adventures
What new challenges lay ahead of me
Is there something or someone 
out there for me


Till then I know
A wondering wandering heart 
I shall always be
Till it’s time too stop the wondering wandering
Lay down for all eternity