Kidnap me from my reality
and crushed pieces in my soul,
color me outside the lines
until my shattered heart is whole
Wish you and your family a very
The hidden meaning behind every festival is good over bad, victory over evil, that means whatever goes wrong in the end something will go right. (Atleast something) Believe in God and do your work.
Holi, a festival of colours, sweets, love and care.
Each colour has some meaning
Green: new beginning and happiness
Red: passion, opulence, fertility, romance
Blue: power and life
I wish your life is filled with all these colours.
Gone are the days
When balloons and splashes,
With cousins and friends were celebrated events.
When smeared faces & coloured balloon hits,
Were Mark of victory
When the last attack of colours,
Were resisted with joy and dissatisfaction,
For having to wait until next year.
The traces of colours were left behind,
Our faces dyed in hues of pink blue green black.
Smiling faces enjoying the festive delicacies.
Wishing everyone a happy holi Spreading the colour of happiness.☺️
Veo un atardecer rojizo de marzo
con nubes obscuras
y un clima tan cálido
y quisiera estar en compañía del hombre
que provoca ese color en mi rostro
simplemente al observarme.
I love wearing black...
It transforms me into a colorful string linked to the universe.
A faraway constellation-
the purest hue of night...
The fireworks of color
That bloom in the spring
Remind me so much of you,
For never after, have I met someone
Who could breathe in light
And exhale love as you did.
Dont get me wrong
I love life
I just don't understand life
There are too many unanswered questions to even have a valid opinion
Personally life is like an array of secondary colours
No matter what secondary colours you mix together you get brown.
Life is brown.
"Your eyes water
Hurts my heart
Until there is a pain"
It Sounds like his life is finally departed to meet her love soon.
"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...
Knowing what is love,
is the most enlightened thing
that can happen to anyone.
It will let you things to come and go;
to be as supple as the wind.
And take everything that comes
with great courage.
Like a good friend once told me:
"Life is right in any case,
My heart is as open as the sky."
JUST A THOUGHT...
Walking through the darkness, I'm wondering once again.
Am I dark or light? Am I good or am I just hiding my evil side?
I came from the above and infinite.
I am not inclinated to no one side
and I don’t need to pretend to be normal, I AM JUST ME.
I choose the side of life
but I don’t understand why I’m still here.
Surrounded by smoke and ashes;
with my bare feet
passing through a fearsome volcano;
feeling those hot and pointy rocks.
Felling that burning breeze that caresses my whole face
and which makes my hair move around.
How can I shine with so much chaos around me?
I can scream but no one can hear me.
I can cry diamonds instead of tears but nobody is there to at leas...
In the depths of the ocean the light shines green, yellow, and blue. Dive down deep. Deep as you can go, all on your own. Look to the sun and there you will see a particular color that means the world to me. Like most things I love, there is not an individual word for it. For when you love something this much, how do you describe it? It feels like peace, it smells like home. It washes over me with a light white foam.
"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 ...
"First Story of 2017".
A Short story expository based on my own crafted proverb of "shout one out rest all, It means "a single shout has shaken away every others, around from their house".
A Son is studying at home and her mother cleaning the House, the situation taken place when a cockroach comes inside the home and when a son saw him, cockroach hides down to the panels of windows.
Son: Amma (means mom)
"Cockroach"( in a loud voice)
Where shouting aloud (loud yelling)
Son: saw the cockroach hiding in between the window
Are you sure?.
Son: Yes, Mom,
Amma: Okay, give me the newspaper
You are the thirsty traveller,
Out on a quest to find me,your beloved...
But you ,find everything parched-
your lips have accumulated layers,
Your beard now has organisms in it.
Your mind is an empty canvas.
Your sitter is not there.
Or,you cannot see her.
For your mind sees nothing except the grey at the confluence of Black and White.
And,love,I am the hues and colours that lie beyond the visible spectrum.
My heart,my feelings are freezing!
Wormth of my bed tea,
Wormth of my cozy socks,
Wormth of my comfy bed,
Wormth of the first sun of this morning
Trying to heat me up,
But it's not working!
A lot of anger is working hard to freeze me,
Outside the window,in my garden I can see you standing!
you are beckoning,
I signed "what".
I am smiling now,a blow kiss made me laugh!