Everyone of us is connected with something or other but still we are out in this world to make a difference to show how we are different from each other and people forget to think what we all have in common and have divided each other by cast, race and color.
After so many years they still exist..
Mother and child connect,
That firmed within the womb...
Husband and wife connect,
With thy vows of togetherness...
Grandparents and grandchildren,
Carried the same blood in thy views..
Bird and egg,
Nested with motherly love...
Beggar and footpath,
Bond and expectation of help...
Teacher and children,
Affectionate love of childhood...
Farmer and land,
Remembrance of rain down earth..
Brother and sister,
Strong love with innocence..
All connected differently... 😐
What constitutes a connection?
The things that connect us the most are also the weapons that tear us apart in our every day lives. It's almost poetic how the hero becomes the villain and vice versa.
I divine such a constant as Imaginary lines that intersect forbidden truths--crawling parallel to the desires of the heart.
Every touch and sensation borne throughout the ages of evolution breeds a genetic line where every mind that speaks has a heart that hears.
For we are all a product and a consequence of history. The ultimate trial by fire, where time is but a symbol to the soul as its silent resonance defies age beyond the bonds of time.
Fragmented as we may be,...
My Bucket list is a true happiness to live and to feel the flavour's of different desires, while making and marking out in a possible way of journey or by an endless things to complete in this life, there are many to most of an infinite number of things that's written on my bucket list, because I want everything in this life, not looking for the next life, maybe I will an animal or different life in a next reincarnation of any creature in my next life, I will be different so here is my list for which I'm going to achieve that's the faith and trust I have in me to do it.
0. I want to become a superstar in the game of life, first to stand on my own feet.
We are all a little connected
Is it the day
Is it the night
Is the air we breath in
Or the moon we see every night
We are all a little connected
Is it the sun that kisses us every morning
Or the wind that strikes our face
Or the emotions that bind us together
We are all a Little connected
I wish I knew what it was
Even if I don't know the reason
I would still smile at you
when I see you
That's the beauty of life
We are all a Lil connected
Like the Colors of crayons
Each delivering it's own aura
Spreading it's own color..
Like the droplets of wave
Falling up and down
Yet always intact...
Like leaves of the same tree
Swaying together with wind
Yet each one so green..
We are the different addresses
Of the letters addressed
Yet so similar...
If we are not connected to the needs and hopes of one another then this world has been spinning for no reason at all.
"Only for you".
What should I write to you
What should I say to you
What should I gift to you
Because, I want to look into you to the
extend afar down in your deep eyes,
I'm flattered at every minute at every
second, I'm trying to kiss your eyes
through the love of my heart.
"Game of silence started by you, but
ended with me through the love story
of a mute Romeo or a player.
For the emotions always run high and the ones who comprehend them are few.
For the feelings you behold never had their dues
For thy soul caught cold thanks to ones you loved and it was new
For you gave it all and all you were left with were a few words
Which satiate your soul and take you through!
What is up there? Can we conceive it even with only what we know?
The mystery of everything seems out there but I believe - and hope - it already lies within us in a different kind of universe. I have faith in Christmas because I always tend to believe in the possibilities.
We are all connected because We all are creations of one God
Our biological parents vary byt we are all the children of God,
We are all one big family,
We are part of one Universe
Are bodies originated from the same five elements the wind, the water, fire, earth and ether;
The blood that runs through are body has same color,
We share the same emotions of happiness n grief,
Feelings of love, envy, anger all are same,
We have witnessed evolution since ages ,
No matter how distinct we are physically or geographically, we still stand united,
We all are connected by Heart and soul
We are like a big tree with same root but with numerous branches,
We are one in all and all in one..coz i see go...
I like to dream with my eyes open and the best part I don't give up on them.
You look like a dream and that's a pretty coincidence!
Harsh reality is seeing less human connection and more dependency on those small little boxes of electronic contraptions. We are all connected with social media acceptance that we care less of a physical smile of acceptance. Desperation sets in and we have younger generations thunking less clothing is more because they get more likes. Many hide behind a screen to make another feel unwanted and bullied; when before we would know who said what. Someone would rather pay to see sexual behavior of others then to make that physical connection and then ignite that spark in bed where bodies meet and emotions run. Sad reality, in our culture we have accepted as a norm ...
An initiative to applaud Jen's stamp collection. - StampPoetry
Of different sizes and shapes
Of different forms and variety
Each one of us matters
It makes us strong and relevant...
No one is lesser than another
We all are important
And even without one of us
The entire card stash falls...
The name of your role doesn't matter, your contribution does
If you are happy to share
If you feel at peace in what you do
That's all it takes
To spread the good vibe
To feel wanted
To reach out to everyone in need...
Believe it or not, we are all connected
In one way or the other
And if you ever feel otherwise
Knock your own door,
Create your own reason to ...
Writing. She loved writing. It was her get away. Whenever those cruel words put her down, she would write. Writing was her only way to went those oh so proud unshed tears. It was her only way to unleash her fighting demons. Into words. Writing would give her some new found courage. She would pick her head up and face the sword with a smile and disarm their words with a laugh.
She would forget her weight and focus on her love. Her words came from her soul. The promises she made were true. All because of a pen, paper and her horrid memories. Her nightmares were her poems. Her visits to death were her experts and writing was her love.
But then it stopped.
Suddenly those thoughts that rushe...
When can we say that the timing perfect and not? Don't you think that it is you who gives the definition of what's perfect and what is not? Therefore, it is subjective.
But regardless of the circumstances, we tend to meet people. We don't meet them without a purpose. They can make you or break you. We do not meet someone out of nothing.
It's as if an invisible line connects us all. We meet people we thought we need and also those whom we thought we might not need.
It is clear. We cross someone's life because of our purpose. If not, what else do you think it would be?
~° A letter to a known letterbox. °~
O God of heaven and hell,
You knew all,I wasn't doing well,
Winter brings nosy in my tiny nose,
And it becomes scarlet like a rose,
No belonging to the same religion from my birth,
I still believe santa will come,
He adore all the kids around the world,
He is impartial or anything,
And he loves to scatter smiles on little innocent faces.
My family is going through odds of religions. Make them believe that you are same for everyone. Tell them you do alot of makeup to become God of their religion. Sometimes u wear a robe and become jesus,sometimes you grow a beard and become prophet and to save yourself from winter...
We are connected.
Connected by emotions...
Connected by love...
Connected by time...
Connected by death...
Each one of us is unique.
But this uniqueness gets its beauty from our connections...
From our oneness...
From our unity...
From our love...
We are different yet connected.
We are unique yet linked.
We are We.
You are Me.
I am You.
~Love is the force that drives all mankind. We seek it, we crave it, we require it.
~Love is absolute truth expressed without question.
~Love is what grows in every man, woman, and child from the beginning of time and forevermore.
~Love is our highest purpose.
~Love is our universal language.
~Love is our human connection.