|"Wandering soul "🕊 Lost in writing , into painting and sketching | Desginer by living . Why live a little, When you can Live alot❣|
Our souls walks out of our body every night and those emotions and dreams we experience are the memories of what our souls had been too...
Ex gf : Hi!
Boy : Hii good to see you
Ex gf: Are you sure?
Boy : ....(silence)
Ex gf : Leave got it.
Boy : Uhmm then ?
Ex gf : So, how is your new gf?
Boy : She is damn good.
Ex gf : Oh Really, tell me exactly who is she to you now?
Boy : You are making me to talk.
Ex gf : Yes cause I want to listen. I want to know all about your new gf from you.
Boy: Okay listen then,she is like my oxygen and I mean it . I inhale her all the time like all her talks ,her smile ,her care ,her beauty, her charm everything! I exhale all my stress, tension , hurt, disappointment by inhaling her . By Inhaling her love (after few seconds of silence) sorry seems like I've spoke soo much.
Her glow was a natural admist of many artificial colors.
Her smile painted me blue ,
many seasons passed by and many rainstorms went through, still the color remained as a fresh painting.
Alot of people think how to be more attractive or impress using their Beauty products !
These days people had actually changed the meaning of beauty , or re-defined the way they wanted it to be !
Lemme tell you how actually it has to be ,it's true meaning how it has to be seen ,and understand and change the perspective .
Alot of people always want and wanted to look attractive at some point of time , sometimes for the world and sometimes for themselves.
Attraction is a term which is highly mistaken cause people think it's all about outer beauty by wearing expensive clothes or having flawless skin .
But the true meaning of beauty is way different .
It's actually attraction ...
Teachers, family and friends teach us till some point of time.
Best lessons are taught by mom and life till our last breathe.
Happy teachers day "LIFE" and "MOM".
Rain was always their pride.
We could hardly meet a mallu who doesn't boast about the smell of the soil right after the rain. Maybe they were those few lucky ones who had the luxury of sleeping to the sound of rains most of the year, but nomore. The nature had decided to make them pay for the luxury. In a way they never imagined and can't handle.And the rivers have become so human. Just like how we had decided to build up our empires over here , she too has started to flow and conquer the land in her owy way. And her journey has not spared anything. From towns,roads to airports anything and everything is her's now. And mountains have come down, May be this is what nature wanted us ...
He's like a rain
A rain brings smile to some souls,
From within the sound of the droplets
to walk through the rain.
And how wildly,
A rain turns everything into the storm and after every storm when he leaves,
I find the different person in me !
What is there to celebrate when the country is free, yet we are still slaves ?
Are we free from debt?
Are we free from self doubt?
Are we free from chains that hold us down ?
Are we free from to dream?
Are we free from being judged ?
Are we free ?
Aren't we all a bunch of slaves celebrating freedom ?
Which we did not even get yet ?
Don't be the shadow in the dark .
Be the light that they can't escape.
Be the voice that they couldn't utter a word .
To vent love, pain ,anger and disgust.
Be their expression.
I felt like I wasn't clear
with my thoughts .
I soon realised it, just after the broke up with myself.
And it's okay to be broken
Cause those quiescent nights teach us
Strongest lessons in those dead silence.
All these will be okay and if it's not,
Every thing is gonna be alright .
When two worlds come crashing in
You don't know which road to take anymore.
You believed in nothing but love
But love didn't preach you the same way,
That's when you lost faith
that's when lust spread it's arms,
And you fall for the trap that was set
You kissed and embraced and suddenly wept .
Wept for the love that was lost,
Wept when love abandoned you,
Wept for the time you wasted, and
wept for the one who cared and the one who was spared
Also,spared your heart.
It did not stop beating till the end,
maybe that's why you need ponder
about ways that would help you mend ..
How heavy your heart is?
Bereft of unrequited love,
Of the one you loved ,
Yet the one who beguile you somehow.
Fire wouldn't cut what you've,
Smoke doesn't follow
from the fire you run,
But what, you'll definitely have burns.
Still how do you manage to smile my darling,
Is it something I misunderstood,
Or are you tired of crying ?
Or the tears have run dry , as they should ?
And yes, it's time to tide away ,
Been too long like this ,
You're smile is enamoring,
Yet how heavy your heart is!
Sound Of My Dreams
I want to stand on a high peak,
By doing a little more than wind,
A little away from the birds,
To fulfill my desires and the sounds of my dreams,
I'm bit stubborn,
Running away from the crowd,
Cause my heart is drenched with faded affection,
For the people who became a shadow.
And for people who been through light with me and
In the dark they can find me ,
With a faded dark affection towards them.
I want to stand on the highest peak
And I want to feel
the winds in the cliffs ,
Like the sky for the birds,
Like the wave in water,
And they take me
Like what I'm
I could define my tomorrow and time,
In myself too as they do..
You know you're a writer when you can't remember the last time you left the house.
I always feel and wonder,
The world is so admirable at this time in dark hours.
The world around you is quite and peaceful and nothing feels real.
Not even your problems that grow and run in your mind during the day.
There are thousands, and even millions of stars that freckles the sky every night .
And as you stare , you realise that stargazing always seem to make things better deep inside from the soul .
The world is admirable at this time in dark hours.
I just wish more people are awake to wander themselves..
Believe in magic but, remember even, Cinderella had to return from the ball before midnight.
3am is the time where we can be the best and the worst version .
Cause at that time no-one sees you nor judges you .
3am time has some magical warmth in that, and that dead silence surrounded by , makes us feel all the emotions and feelings flowing out between you and your soul.
Silence is the loudest voice we hear in this time .
I know life isn't easy to deal with .
Every one has their own up's and down, sometimes it gives us nightmare and sometimes it gives us daydreams .
The pain and love will go together simultaneously.
So keep smiling the pain will fade one day with the shine of your smile .
Just a reminder to tell you, your smile is beautiful just like your soul .
A way from my side to let you know, there is someone who cares for you .
A time may come to make you feel there's no one to listen you but don't forget I'm there to listen to your tale !
Being in this so called "advanced technology world " and open mind set people . Still people hesitate and step back to speak about some common problems . 2 in every 5 women are being diagonsed with "pcos" , "pcod", hypothyroid , etc.
First of all its so hard to accept the fact ,
second is extremely hard to take comments from people on our physique .
But little they never know is they are pushing one into depression .
Due to people like you , the fact is most of the people hate their body type !
Doesn't matter if they're size is "S" or "XXL" and so on .. If they are lean or plumpy or tall or short !
Each sarcastic smile while looking them , or commenting while they're ...
Prati Kopaniki oka kaaranam untundi...
Prati Kaaranam lo oka sandarbham untundi...
Anni saarlu kaalam manadi kaadhu...
Kabatte kopam lo tappulu chestham...
Anduke tappulu anubhavaluga,
Manushulu gnapakaluga undipotharu...
Never believe and trust the person who builds castles in air . All those castels will be their till they get the work done with us or till they need us .
Once it's done , they don't step back even for a single second to push you off , even from the smallest cliff . And steal your credits without any further hesitation.
Even if the ground feels shaky
And you feel darkness surrounding you from all sides
Even if you can't see a way out
And you feel trapped
This weight that you are carrying
Trust me is not yours to carry
Shed it and all your doubts
And you would see the bright light shine
You will feel the fresh air
You will feel that freedom again
No matter how many times you feel low
And find yourself broken into pieces
Pick each of that piece up
With all the strength that you've got
You have done it already
And it's time to do it once more
Gather yourself and bloom
Cause you know
At the end you'll have it all.
A Phone Call To Heaven
Wish Heaven has a phone call
I wanna ask God,
why he took you away
And between us, there is a wall
I will ask him to make me talk to you once
Don't know when I will hear you atleast for once .
I will be able to speak up or not.
It will rip me apart if you don't recognize me
But I know I'm always in your heart and you can never hurt me.
You will call my name, you will cry
Helpless me, just wish I could fly
My name in your thoughts will take all my pains away
How I wish I could hug you straight away
I will fight with you for leaving me alone
no excuses no reasons
The only thing I want is ,
Please come back home
Never been in our Home together .
Every wall, every...
Being a writer we always tend to fill our papers with the breathing's of our heart and unuttered words .Sometimes it takes that thin space between paper and pen to bleed through our nib ..
Those unsaid words .
The Unexplained explanations
The untold hidden feelings
Those unanswered questions
Still Haunts me every single day from night to dawn .
In between the hustle of self respect and love, somewhere she was lost!
Priorities, confusion and conclusion overruled her mind!
Language & Listen
There is a language of wind,
A poetry in the rippling waters of the stream ,
even the stars scattered across the night sky
they have their own tales to tell ,
Only if you are ready to listen.
There are languages whose meanings,
cannot be captured in words.
There is a language of touch,
feel, sense and taste.
There is a language of love .
And a distinct vocabulary of kindness.
You can hear all of this ,
Only if you are ready to listen.
Like light and darkness has a language too.
There is a language of desperation.
Of loneliness , of depression,of hate.
A language that is probably looking to ,
seek out for help.
Only if you are ready to listen.
Cause , we are always...
We talk so much and yet say so little .
Perhaps the sound of words shatters the beauty of the unsaid.
But some words get the beauty when they're left unsaid...
Words can be therapeutic,
Words can weave a magical warm healing and pixie dust tinted bandage over the wounds and scars ,
It can be an apostrophes and exclamation marks for dimples and smiles,
We are the one's who have metaphors and words running through our veins...
Perhaps that's why we gather more scars ,
and that's why we need more healing.
So, between the micro-space of the pen's nib ,
and the paper , and the inches
between the android screen
and our thumbs and fingers, lies
the largest therapy room for us.
For some, it may seem unbelievable that a microcosm can hold the universe,
but to us being
the poets and the writers
the micro-space of the pen's nib ,
and the paper...
I wanted to be with the waves,
That rose and fell in curves of Sine…
In curves of Cosine …
Amplitudes of magnificence
Expended as they grew
Touching the shores
Grabbing secrets every time
To amass in the moulted shells
I knew of the spring tide and a few of its neap tides
That brought with them
But for that one occult
That held in it - The innocence
Which I lost
In the hands of time
I wanted to be with the waves!©the_magical_words