Of expectations.

Too often, we misjudge, misinterpret, misunderstand things. For no absolute reason. We never stop eating chocolates just because one turned out to be bitter, do we? Then what's this uncanny phenomenon of never putting yourself out there when something hurts, when someone betrays, when something goes wrong?
Why is this sudden urge to  never expect or expect all the wrong things? Till a point where suddenly expecting the worst feels right. Because it feels so damn good when things turn out to be better than whatever is going on in our minds.
 It's a stupid move. It really is. There's a difference between knowing what can damage you and rooting for your own damage. Sometimes it's great to see the positive. To expect the good. To trust people, love people and just live a peaceful life. No conspiracies, no theories. 
We only believe what we want to believe. It took me a little longer to realise my life was way more awesome. The only setback was in my imagination. I had developed the habit of underestimating , making worse possible scenarios and what not. It's pointless. You can never live happily until there is a treaty amongst both worlds. The one you live in and the one who want to live in, it's somewhere hidden in your imagination. That's where all expectations are manufactured. I've decided to make a change. To expect all the good things in life. I mean maybe it could get me hurt, but, bring it on! I'd prefer being hurt for real than just be sad because I don't want to get hurt.
We have to let it go. Because feeling of uneasiness and fear when it comes to making a change, stands nowhere near the ecstasy and peace when you feel the change happening inside you. 
We have to let it go because we might make a mistake. It can be good hidden somewhere. The next time you want to believe something your brain makes up, just remember in the time we misjudge and misinterpret and misunderstand things, we do MISS out a lot of our life.
And I don't know about you, but I don't want to lose anything anymore

The last time i thought i had believed 
was  the last one and now I'm deceased. 
Cos i thought hearts were like spider webs. 
Made out of gum and fragile threads.
 who once cut through, never rearrange back 
then why own a one who won't help that 
For its just blood that this bloody organ had to impart 
But i had piles of dumb memories making webs in my empty heart.
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And then I grew and realized heart was glass 
throw it and it will shatter, a little care n it will last 
Maybe the qualities differed a little bit 
some hearts were metallic some were acrylic 
Then why own a heart who won't stay safe. 
Cos when the pieces keep hitting in 
It emits flames to deform and lets more fitting in 
For its just blood that this bloody organ had to impart 
but I had  a pile of memories striving hard to deform all my empty heart  
The flames ceased and they travelled far, they'd flown. 
And then I realized this unbreakable thing could be stone. 
It was precious like diamonds or worthless like mere pebbles. 
But everycase, there existed an element who rebelled. 
The water made them loose their edges, smooth surfaces yet tiny grudges. 
Why own such a heart make you shed tears inside 
N act stubborn , cos no one would know what u hide. 
For it was just blood this bloody organ had to impart.
 But I had a pile of dumb memories draining water from my heart. 
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The hearts the same, but I am not. 
I've grown up enough to contradict my thoughts. 
All to realise nothing mattered. 
The walls of heart really never shattered. 
They weren't brittle nor never they doomed.
Some organs work efficiently, its just the thoughts that never do. 
So wide awake I'm brave n practical. 
Throwing all those piles, burying them alive, they're in trouble! 
For I've realised atlast, these cardiac muscles. 
Wont have any other work to do than impart blood to their vessels
 - Immortal Eternity. 

Cause bad ppl die and good ones are immortal !!

They show in fairy tales, its so easy to distuinguish between good and bad people. The bad people always wear black! The bad people never smile. The bad people gamble and do bad things. The good people wear light colours. The good people are beautiful and they sparkle for their good deeds.

In fairy tales, they show good triumphs and bad gets defeated

. Its always a battle, and the bad always surrenders, and if it fights, it ends!

They show ppl always know about the bad people, cuz their bad deeds are on display!

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Really story books? Nope.

In tis world where I live. Bad people dn wear black. Sexy ppl wear black :?

In this world, you really can't recognise good and bad. The inward feelings may be different, but everyone is good to each other. No idea how much true is that. But each person stands up for each other. Then slowly Incapabilities of d former person, mtakes d latter stand, instead of him!

Are these bad people? No they don't harm us right? Broken dreams dnt cost much. (sarcasm!)

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In my world, bad people are the hardest to recognise. Like in stories, even their bad deeds are on display, but you get to know them later! Much much much later! All to realise its to late to fight, just stay quiet nd let go.

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In my world, good people turn bad, but you dn't realise, If they really are bad, or they are just acting bad, for they were so good with you before!

Sadly u realise, they acted being 'good' all this while. So perfectly!

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Stories can be called as fictions, but they aren't fake.

Everyone was brave enough to show what they were. No masquerading. No faking. No hiding.

Enought of the tautology!

But somewhere Fairy tales lied.

Not always good people wear white and do good.

And not always bad people wear black and do bad.

If types of people had colour codes, it would be so easy!

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But in my world, anything is possible!

Guess world is a masquerade! We aren't white or black. We're grey! Grey for everything!

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Reading such fictions is not going to make us recognise good or bad. But guess they're the only reason i can't afford to be a bad person.

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coz bad ppl die and good ones are immortal !!

- Iimmortal eternity ;)

Battle against heart breaks.

There Are many ones

Waiting me to get on my knees

And if u want to join them friend

I wouldn’t stop you, go ahead may please

There are many ones

Waiting me to get angry on you

But you are my life, so I can't

Now tell me what shall I do?

There are so many people

Waiting to see my end

And if u want to join them all

You may yes ofcourse be one of them

I wouldn’t say but you’ll realise one day

I havnt lost anything in friendship

Because its a treasure, like sharing a pleasure

To trust you to believe come what may

But you took undue advantage

You knew I would never revolt,

Believe everything you told

You came into life  just like a magic spell

Cursed now; I start I just wanna tell

Unlucky you, you couldn't make trust

Unlucky you, I’ll go the other way

With A Hope that you will come

But never for you I’ll wait

Unlucky you, you lost all respect

You humiliated this divine relation till the end.

I lost a one who didn’t even care

UNLUCKY  U, U Lost a True Friend

-Immo Eterno

To The Lost One...!

I miss how things used to be
I miss the talks, and I miss me
when I look up at th sky I smile
cuz I knw ure under it sumwher while
but then again when I watch the stars.
I realize I'm lying again.
ur up above the world I dread.
not here but far long 'dead'
and around me are ppl I feel m alive
they hold me up, and revive
I cant take this drift off  away 'move on'
but m afraid to loose u but its already gone
and gone its forevr like gone its unheld'
just because what happnd aint anyonez fault
i've got none to blame n noone to claim
its all they say sum destiny's game
and never ever its gnna be same
today its u tommorw me!
and never its gnna be the same!
and how destiny plays. threz nt even a compnsation
and thats not just fair, cuz i didnt had time
for regrets n grudges i didnt ever tell
to express the feelings i did once felt
but hidden unexpressed, waiting for an tommrow,
 waiting for a chance which was thre alwyz
all in hand, but never used, its me now back
waitin fr u, who hs already parted ways
wasting my life they say these days
but they dont understand u are worth ths stay
i knw never ill get u back, nd i shud go ahead n live
but threz u whuz got lots more to give.
shared just half of it;else all was just lost sumwhere
never ever spoken nor shown, nor heard cuz never told,
 just like autumn leaves they blew away
and these jerks tell me to move,
cuz they'd never knw ur worth th stay!
And dear dead frnd, i knw ur by my side,
not bcuz they console me like tht
but bcuz i feel it that way!
And dear dead frnd, fate didnt ruin our plans
so what if ure not here, uare still with me everyday
- Immo Eterno