|Writer at "Writing Platforms on Google". Founder : "Writing world's, " I write to express" IG/Fb/Twitter: @Chirayuwriter|
Before I die I have to achieve these things in life is
"Eyes, Ears, Mouth"
The line my ears want to hear from my parents is
"Well done son, Well done, you made it and you made us proud we want you as a son of further and every time whenever we take a birth to life.
My eyes want to see the happiness on their face, especially " tears of joy and expressions of love"& a warm hug.
My mouth to say what I feel and what I want to say to them what I have unsaid till yet I want to express everything that's inside me, not one time but everyday every second every time till I survive in this life.
"Love for parents and Respect for everyone is my life assay.
I don't want to forget my parents
"Your eyes water
Hurts my heart
Until there is a pain"
It Sounds like his life is finally departed to meet her love soon.
"We Three live Together "
You remain introvert
I am an extrovert
We can be an Ambivert sometimes
If you don't mind
My Sweetish, sweet heart.
So like I am,
I have found a new mark of identity
So like I am
I have found my own Subscription.
So like I am
I have found my own way to conclude my letter by the "trade mark of myself.
"Mark your own letter is a signature"
"Love versus help".
Help to them who needs to be helped, Not to them
Who has been helped already.
Love to them who needs you as a love
Not to them who love someone already.
Love is a helpful friend
Help is a needful hand..
This Letter Literate you
of my romantic world of Writing.!!..
This is me a poetry teller
Wants to tell you something
Rhyming down the line
Reading a write about love
Talking out from my heart
in a of different words
Gifting you a secret beauty
"Falling down on a knee
folding one hand behind
Rearing one hand front with
a Beautiful Rose to say!
Will you be my valentine!
"the rays of beauty shines on a face where your wrinkles,
hide by the blushing rose,
Pride of fragrant poetry
Prepared with a syrup of love;
Happiness glows from your bea...
"A Mute Couple Based Love play"
He stands beside to behold her place as,
She went away in an early morning
Not back from a long time
It is getting late to perform for the love play it was to start,
Mark thought it was the right time to do it, what he has not done for a long time
He slightly changed the concept of the play alike on them and a small dedication to her who was not with him, It was to her, whom he wanted to deprive everything on which he been kept closed the sacredness of love in his heart,
He went to his room to bring her scarf and a portrait painted on a canvas with that he brought all the gift he received from her to project it as a probe of the play.
(All set light's on)...
"Happy Teddy Day".
I can't hear you
I can't talk to you
But I can feel you through these,
which has you into a little furry
I can see you through these,
Which has you in a silent beauty
I can hug you through these,
Which has a power to transform the feelings of each other into a soft warm hug,
I can hear you through these, which keen to tell you, how long we have been seeing each other through this, it doesn't matter how afar, we are and how distant we today, we are still together by this gift which is
Your teddy is my lifetime Valentine love.
Happy Teddy Day.
"Your mystery is not your face, then
your own eyes to "hold down the
feelings to everything which has a
power to transform someone into
something through these eyes"
" Happy Chocolate Day"
Will you be my wrapper?
"Of Course, delightful to be,
I want you to be my dark knight
Nevertheless, perhaps let's exchange each other favourite chocolate to keep with ourself and live with it until the day keeps calling each others name through this wrapper and make us feel the taste of tenderness to moreover a sweetened kiss when the chocolate floats in your mouth, it will whisper me through you with your sweet lips to say " how my heart feels, how I like you and despite to love you not only on a day day but also on this day. (Valentine week)..
how can I miss you.
Wish you a happy chocolate day.
"Writing a letter on a day"
Today is Laugh and Get Rich Day!
Today is National Kite Flying Day!
Today is Opera Day!
Today is Propose Day!
Today is Laugh and Get Rich Day!
The Laugh is an old (never gone) medicine is lying inside the larynx just wanting to enrich louder and loudly through the voice of laughing, Ha-ha and make it till the day gets end & night ask you to get sleep in the bed, or make it for more happening.
Laugh and get rich by storing all the great happy as a moment to make it happen and follow the same for the rest of life.
Freedom without peace and Laugh without Hesitation both are incomplete until you make it complete.
Today is National Kite Flying Day!
Short Love Tale
" Happy Rose Day".
Last year on this day, he Met to her rose day girl, a Rose perk her day
For a yrs, the petal started glowing at a time ago from the day where she was waiting for a New rose to come and a new rise seen on her face a perk her awaited through a beauty Is a myth,
Where Every petal is waiting to write his name and to love him from the first glimpse gifted rose to her.
Finally a day came, he brought back the smile on her sad face.
"Where Love is the way where she could find the rose of waiting, the rose was that "wait" where she was waiting from a long time to live long lasting.
"Respect a life".
People's usually remember them
who are mostly afar away from their life
They forgot to see them who are Very close enough or near to their life, but they tried enough to use them.
Don't trap or wrap anyone who is so good to you and never ever try without knowing before or after hurting them.
"Look at me".
"Sometimes walking on a wrong path
takes you to the right place
where you have been wanting
something from life.
( may be an instinct or a hint)
Wrong way has a trance to take you
back to your own path,
which you miss once in between the
journey to destiny where Failure is
that wrong way which
rights you later in life.
"Happy Vasant Panchami ".
I bow to her feet
To pray and to bless me with an
"Knowledge to run a
learning day with a writing night,
May all the Wednesday turns to the week to open a life long wisdom and confidence to make an art of living & determine the life goals.
"I Don't Have a word to hear".
"Chirayu": singer, composer, lyricist,
This Song is picturized on a writer's dream which was a perception "a morning he became a songwriter and composing his own song, he was lost somewhere as a perception revolving all round to his mind and stuck when, scene says "him wake up in a morning watching himself as he lost his hearing power and something spiritual played something hilarious which made him stunned all that time and got deaf all that night.
Check it out, my first song.
"I Don't Have a word to hear".
Chirayu: composer, lyricist
"Yelling crowd sound on the street
Birds laughter, turned to a loud sp...
किसी ने सच कहा है
"दूसरों को इतना भी पसंद मत करो
कि एक दिन वो पसंद आदत
से नफरत बदल मैं जाए".
( an expository based on a word tragedy)
was the last word he left
for his silence to tell her clearly that
"no more expectation
for him to give away to her,
Not even a shoulder to cry
later than the fact
will come to know,
"More over on a talk with her
"his intense push over her
to move away strangely from his life,
His chatting box was lately
cleared and at the end
the deleted all the message
of her world to tell, but
couldn't do it in the end
due to a life tragedy,
" he doesn't want to see tears
in her eyes or to fall when she will
come to know that his "love is going to fell apart of her life and will never...
" Confession "
"Her eyes ask me
Do you like my heart?
He said no, not sure about your heart, I'm perish completely to your quintessential eyes & wholeheartedly on you,
it's not only your heart but
The whole beauty incense on you is an enormous, heartbeat to give away a love for a life..
You insane me through your charms and I can feel the fragrance of your beauty from this "distant directly to say from heart " you switched off my mind on to your beauty glimpse"..
"When I close my "Eyes"
I find "your picture inside
my oval shaped eyes, it shows a screen
with black and white frames of channels
where "you switches with different memories"
I forget to change the next
channel of life
"Where you are with someone else"
time goes on,
but I'm still on the same place, waiting for you
from inside the windows of heart "Searching you, but
"whenever I woke up.
You Fly somewhere " it Switches you off, at the end
the reality is "you aren't coming back".
"I am "no" one of someone,
but "yes"one day of someone".
You have been part of this growing network for three years. Our network has grown, and with it has grown the importance of a retrospective and seeing the evolution of communication through the eyes of someone like you. You have always been there, diligent not just in the things you write about but in the observations you make to the lives of others. This (to me) makes you a "man of letters" not simply because of your marvelous grasp of words but more so for your understanding of the human condition that can connects us all. Your are as giving as you are creative.
It is not lost on me that my time to write these personal letters of thanks has become so limited that I myself ...
"Love Yourself First"
When there is no one with you or neither around you think there is someone beside, behold in you, who is waiting to come out as you and wanted to know you from long time that's no one then yourself.
"You" been a trustful love
for others, but not to yourself".
So first love, your inner harmony to swerve your outer world.
"Imagine this as a
new twitter box of 2017".
X =📧(Recipient Name)
"Soar like a you are"
(200 Characters For a day
150 Characters for night only)
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(Camera) (Video) (Global News)
"A Tweet is on the way"
********************************** Tweet: "Soar like a bird you are".
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"Emerged feelings and merged emotions"
Writers we love
/ Crush At First Read (CAFR)
"Hello to everyone,
"First to all I present you
"my sweet haiku"
"A woman is a mile Maker of Lettrs
A woman is a doodler of lettrs
A woman is a head of lettrist.
It is no one, then this huge beautiful
Women's who inspired Me through their writing, doodling & making their way of marking and last but not the least i have a crush to this most beautiful woman of this lettrs world & knowing a great human of their life.
They are none other my Best writers of all time.
Today I'm dedicating this letter to this beautiful woman with one facet that I learned from ...
Every end of life is not even expected, sometimes,
to think because we don't know what
to think when an end is waiting to take
us away from life, the definition will be
a mystery we don't know what is the game of life,
none an instruction, no rules,
just one thing that's "our self" if we
had a breakup, if we had a fight, if we
are out of mood or different hazards
we suffers from life is untactful to manage, sometimes you are more about someone
than on yourself, Your journey walks by you
and you are the first passenger to it,
if you are mean good for life, including
everything that comes under to it if a tragedy or surgery goes through to you or cause you ...