The Place

​THE PLACE
The fire set into motion,

To the farthest dark and cold.

Rebellious scream flows inside,

To bring down, grind you in weakness.

Rage of every failure drowns in you,

Rage of untapped victory line haunts,

Convincing voices to stepdown, to become nobody,

Resonates in every missed and lost footsteps.

Unite with the whisper of your heart,

Whisper that says, “You are born to believe”

Dare yourself to redeem your faith,

Dare yourself, to shine like the sun.

The life is a perception of breathless moments,

Your are the judge, to make it flawless,

You be the creator, to make it a legacy.

One day the scars on your face will rise,

And you will reach a place you always knew.
– Teddy ©

my hero

There are always words for love and emotions and not for those who fight for the sake of us.

 

MY HERO

 

Seeking through the stronghold of humanity,

I feel myself ducked into singularity.

 

With people turning strange to their emotions,

I feel my heart escaping this speculation.

 

When hands clash upon the face of time,

The birds sing the pain with full rhyme.

 

Looking at the blue sky,

I see myself touching the fading light.

 

Seeing the world merging into darkness,

Some eyes glitter the hope of finishing this madness

 

The spread their love among the burned souls,

Slowly changing the world from a long lasting moan.

 

I do not craze for any dollar or euro,

Because these eyes are my true hero.

Road to success

When you decide to reach your dreams no matter what and life bows in front of you in respect.

 

THE ROAD TO SUCCESS

 

Holding a mighty pen, story written on pages,

We all do this, eyes open with vivid images.

 

Near perfect dreams, detailed with infinite thoughts,

Emotions play fast, changes in dilute loss.

 

Time blends in shadow, colours die in someone’s silence,

Walking over fear, a gradual pace to horizon with his kindness.

 

They come to go, few remain to sing victory song,

Blood paints road red, never to stop all along.

 

Failure can grip hard, so can spikes of problem,

Endless responsibilities can swallow, changing grounds will be common.

 

Few cross the wall, even few stands as milestones,

Noises to stop are great, ways to fall down many more.

 

Ones broken the shackles, aroma fills everywhere,

Once reached the top, every trouble is petty affair.

 

Trying is worthy, many failures is definite,

That triumph that you dream is always possible after it

small appreciation to world leaders who have given hope to the masses

MY HERO

Seeking through the stronghold of humanity,
I feel myself ducked into singularity

With people turning strange to their emotions,
I feel my heart escaping this speculation

When hands clash upon the face of time,
The birds sing the pain with full rhyme

Looking at the blue sky,
I see myself touching the fading light

Seeking the world merging into darkness,
Some eyes glitter the hope of finishing this madness

They spread their love among the burned soul,
Slowly changing the world from a long lasting moan

I do not crazy for any dollar or euro,
As these eyes are my true Hero

The sound is always within you

The morning charm breaks my closing dream
My eyes gets knocked out by those ailing beam

I hate this place full of scary vengeance
Lying failed for someone to understand my helplessness

Eventually I get some shoulders to hide myself from all these
With closing my eyes, they happily destroy my domain piece by piece

These eyes fill my heart with love and trust
Only to let me discover all these were rust

I loose the courage to live and fight
Asking myself the question ‘Who is mine’

Searching everywhere, the only answer I found
‘My god, my soul, my heart’ echos the sound

Yes You Can and Will Do it. A small Appreciation to all those who put their life as Inspiration to others

Holding a might pen, story written on pages
We all do this, eyes open with vivid images

Near perfect dreams, detailed with infinite thoughts
Emotions play fast, changes in dilute loss

Time blend in shadows, colors die in someone’s silence
Walking over fear, a gradual pace to horizon with his kindness

They come to go, few remain to sing victory song
Blood paints road red, never to stop all along

Failure can grip hard, so can spikes of problem
Endless responsibilities can swallow, changing ground will be common

Few cross the wall, even few stand as milestones
Noises to stop are great, ways to fall down many more

Once broken the shackles, aroma fills everywhere
Once reached the top, every trouble is petty affair

Trying is worthy, many failures are definite
But that triumph is always possible after it.