Revival…

I am a very wordy person. Every time, I have something to say particularly to myself and to some special people in my life. This is my strength and I recognize it. My mental imbalance is because I can’t express and bring out my potential. If I had no potential I would have been happy in sleeping and being a fatalist but I am not a slouch. People take me for granted and I share big part in that case because in last some months, there has been a process of evolution in me. It brought me very cherishable times with the confluence of the hardest times of my life. The pain I suffered (I think the major part I did) was extremely tough for me. I am on to compliment my tears at midnights and my restlessness of the pathos of proving myself with the real efforts of mine. The efforts of activising the latent or dead potential of mine. I am all alone at the moment but my motivation is sky high. And I think I am a step ahead of talking about motivations now. I miss someone very much. I want to show that person that I was not a sloth or a crazy immature. The reality is yet to transpire. Allah is my strength. I believe on myself pretty much.

(Dedicated to Narai)