Perceptions of a low functioning brain

An Amateur lover seeking out love like the sunlight in the canopy of dense forest. Surrounded by the air of expectations and pseudo expectations for his bright future . The only goal of his life is flying but the society is making every single choice to shape his mindset of making him carrier oriented , whatever it may be but money should come . Nobody gives a fuck to peace. In the end when laying on the bed and counting their breaths , what they visualise from their nostalgia is repentance , regret The Amateur is surrounded by conditions As if he owes his life to someone , is being compelled to live on conditions Dilemma is dominating him . He think of himself as the most perfect man ever , who will always keep his loved ones happy. But what he ends with is just being screwed everytime he makes an effort . Everyone is faking in this world Wearing mask of all sorts no one wants to reveal it . He is seeking for that true love Where he doesnt  need to wear that mask Where b

What beauty means ? Something that is good to see for our eyes Something which our mind percieves But perceptions are the biggest dilemma But what I am telling is also my perception What an irony Beauty is that giggle in her voice It is the zeal which keeps on reverberating In my brain Its those teasing voices which ends up with a carefree no one is watching laugh That character of hers is a true beauty Those sensibilities in a totally amateur appearing girl It is no less than a hallucination Those concerns in that caring voice Make me forget my concerns That thought of hers love everyone who deserves And make this world a perfect place Is the mark of innocence that she beholds That give no fuck to the toxicities of life behavior is supercool Listening to the Complain about the world Feels like a shock absorber of her life But no one is more contented than me in doing this job I don't know how but I finally managed to find a girl with not so typically socia

Everyone has stories , some of them interesting ,some boring ,some thrilling I too have a collection of them,  Well it's all about someone ,against whom I bow my head in admiration That soul ,that touched the inner me The purest of pure souls ,I have encountered with The prettiest of pretty, I have encountered with The naughtiest of naughty , I have encountered with Well with my words , you all must have known whom I am talking about It is the most beautiful creature ever made by god  The other form of him itself , a woman  He made woman . Man is just a man But woman is woman(reading as wow-man) Woman is the purest form of divinity. I too have acquainted with one such soul. The soul that makes me alive . Her voice that keeps on echoing in my mind  Her face that keeps on coming in front of me. Her smile that makes me smile Those eyes that keeps on saying something That mole on your chin is truly a heart killer That giggle of yours that makes  the inner me bloss