Ya, it’s me who can stand upright. Ya, it’s me who can take achievements to new heights. Ya, it’s me who can sit and tell a tale that will get you stuck to the roof. Ya, it’s me who can make a losing battle foolproof. Ya, it’s me who can dance to tunes of bad life melody also. Ya, it’s me who can convert tragedies into comedies. Dead sure on that. Ya, it’s me who can sing a life-giving, life-threatening, enhancing and balancing tune. Ya, it’s me who can give goosebumps to little pussies of America. Ya, it’s me who can take opposition to deathening-challenging levels of Himalayas. Ya, it’s me who can put cherries in your bowl of fruit loops. Ya, it’s me who can eat your ice creams all scoops. Ya, it’s me who can never withstand heartbreak or a heartbreaker and who can be the crisis creator in love dealings when someone hurts my feelings. Ya, it’s me who can care for you if you are worth it. Ya, it’s me who can kill you if you cheat. Ya, it’s me who can be the hero of the moment. Ya, it’s me, who can be the ultimate loser if it means that it can be worth it for anything I value more than myself. Ya, it’s me who can feel, laugh, logic, love. Ya, it’s me with whom you can let your real self-speak out just for a little while and with whom you can fall in love even if for just a moment. Ya, it’s me who does not tolerate bad things done to world-any boy or girl. Ya, it’s me who appreciates crazy brave fools who go after their hearts wish and are splendid on their first kiss. Ya, it’s me who wants to be a saviour, ideal for the blank world out of plans, ideas. Ya, it’s me who wants to make life worthy, colourful so that beings come to feel cosy and good because most of them deserve it even better than me. Ya, it’s me who wants to be the ultimate name which when uttered brings a miracle feeling in people’s hearts. Ya, it’s me who wants to make flowers, butterflies, paradises and beautiful lives by own hands. Ya, it’s me who wants to fulfil all lost dreams of the down under, down spirited from the start. Ya, it’s me who had thought she was my princess, an angel of dreams. Ya, it’s me who again reconciled with reality bite of life when she couldn’t be mine. Ya, it’s me who wants to create golden destinies for every boy and girl in town. Ya, it’s me who can make the crying souls dance being a clown. Ya, it’s me who fears no fall. Ya, it’s me who wants no favor for anyone, who just wants a song to hum, a bottle of rum, who wants some cheese crackers and strawberry pies, who wants a cosy place in that awesome shade of the big banyan tree near the lake Fiona where there is no worry, no desire, no pain, trouble, where you can let go off your life which will float in front of you like a happy bubble. Here you can do and be what you wish to the most. So yet again it’s me who wishes again for his lady love, his passions. Who frees his mind from the life within life which has is called pathetic, who wants to see the crimson evening the whitish mornings, the winds blowing, who wants to feel no pain, no pleasure, who wants to go on the ultimate level, measure. He is Jack Mathews and he is a bit different in life in this so usual world. He is his own magic, own miracle. He is the king of his own kingdom, which has no land, no people, no boundary, no restrictions, only , love, freedom , power of good thoughts and humanity.
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I am Ambika Jha.I like to write on different topics.I feel life is too short for anything.So let us work our best in the given time and let life's music be in rhythm and rhyme.So be your best and never stop to learn and write. View more posts