|A person filled with love for lil things that cover up the earth!! With a blessing for the soul|
Such a feeling that might make your heart swell with warmth, cheeks warm up with a hint of pink, your feet jump up almost as if in a trampoline!
But it made me doubt, of its existence, of the bliss it shares, the flight that my heart takes up, will all of it happen? Would i feel that pure, unconditional love that others have?
So what would i do for my love? Here's my answer, love isn't about doing something specifically designed for him, but making even the smallest gesture matter! I'm not sure if I can get you a Mercedes for your birthday, but I'd cook your favourite dishes, light scented candles, and fill the entire place with the warmth that we feel for each other. I may not help ...
It's approximately 4 years ago,
That my heart started fluttering for the rogue in disguise as my neighbour.
We'd talk, until we realised that time knew no bounds!
It all started with a prank,
And ended up filling my heart with ecstacy.
He came to meet me,
On an evening,
When i was home alone!
Lost of words were we, my eyes constantly stuck to his,
Trying to extract words
From the dictionary of our minds!!
He wasn't any angelic,
But he was none less than what i loved..
He moved forward and accepted the love of someone,
That he didnt deserve,
Tears that formed in my eyes,
Just gave birth to a smile
That wished to not disturb him anymore.
He found her cheating and hence moved on,
Maybe i wan...
They do not hold on to you,
But they completely depend on you!
They may cause your hands to get dirty,
And yet they show gratitude.
They listen to all your rants,
There remains no judgement!
You see them grow and your heart gets filled with pride and joy,
Even one insect crawling on them,
Gets your soul angry!
The fresh air, the rain, your food and brain,
Are all yours because of them and their grains!
Gratitude doesn't just mean thanking humans and animals,
But also our Mother nature by supporting many more plants🌹
I hope you're fine, it's been too long since you've sat down for yourself, writing something lovable and reading it all by yourself. No, this isn't going to be a private letter to anyone on this app, but it's for your own self! Heard life's changed a lot since the last time we spoke yet, you're getting prettier as time flies by. I know that you doubt yourself, your image, happiness, ultimate aim in life, if you're working hard enough, etc etc. You are present in this moment, in the breath that you take in, the moment you blink rapidly, the way your eyes read through each word and the breeze that softly blows through your hair. Life it, happily. I know that you searched for lov...
Kohl smudged eyes,
Lost, longing and wise.
Salt, sweet and spice,
She'd gone through the worst and nice...
Her palms held a rough texture,
Yet was her heart sensitive and soft,
Never did her palms fail to unite,
Eyes fluttered closed inspite,
Of bearing guilt, pain and hatred
Her lips parted,
For the words, "Thank You"
It was such long ago...
That my heart firstly began to beat,
Though I remember none of it..
I feel the poor organ get crushed to multiple pieces,
Just with his words,
That neither he cared to expel
Nor I tried to forget!
You want to pour all the positivity and love onto him and he starts liking your bestfriend.
Saira sat down, with a notebook in her hand, that had been asked to be filled with the answer for the question, 'What is love?'
She came down, fluttering as her gown touched the log in which Saira sat, looking at her face with anguish, she asked "A new doubt?"
Saira smiled sheepishly and showed her the question, silently mentioning the issue.
She smiled and touched Saira," Love, a word that is indescribable but is felt as strong as a forest fire, it spreads"
Saira looked at her, questioningly," How is it felt? A forest fire? So is it bad? I haven't felt it before".
She placed an arm on Saira's head and made her go into a vision about her birth, in which she cried and she smiled.
Saira, with ...
"What makes us human?" Asked Saira.
"Like other beings, we do cry in pain. But for most of them, pain is physical."she said.
"Is it only about the pain?" Asked Saira
"Pain is varied. Life for us is filled with pain, the joy of making a new life is painful, the sadness of a passing loved one is painful, chasing our dreams us painful. Happiness also is a result of pain, but its a joyous one" said she.
"If life is filled with pain...." But before Saira could complete,
"You cannot change it, and if accepted willingly, the pain makes like sweeter and simpler." Said she.
"But we would be happier if we quit this painful circle" said Saira with a smile.
"That is the easiest, but what follows, also ca...
I saw the eyes,
That once poured love into mine,
That were crystal blue...
And chose to spread a love flu.
I saw the lips,
That once meant sweetness..
That all gods did bless,
To spread hope and bliss.
I saw the hands,
That clutched mine tightly,
When a small thunder roared high.
The cheeks that blushed,
With a mention of my name.
That tied us tightly together.
But now did all seem like illusion,
As i went closer,
Did she run...
To the one she now belonged to,
That now called her "wife".
I sat across my couch, down to spend some time, and saw the word, "wishlist". And then did i remember, the need to ask for something, but...
What can i ask?
I had to get rid of the question mark, but how?
Should i ask for a new bike? Or an awesome hike? Should i ask for new friends? Or getting up to current trends? Should i ask for patience? Or lesser sick patients? Should i ask for peas? Or a new lease...
As did i think,i got many ideas. But i understood, there might erupt 100s or even 1000s of them. But what do i need the most?
The hallucinations to disappear or someone to help me break my lonely darkness? As my back bent further, my vision began to blur. I didn't know my own needs, or wasn...
All day cries,
And its pacifying tries.
Fear of crows.
Can this offer...
A new beginning..
Is the new treasure hunting.
When hands join,
When lips join,
When eyes join,
And when people join......
When the moon exists,
The sun doesn't.
And when the sun exists,
The moon doesn't,
They may seem to be enemies but without one the other cannot shine,
Even if it does, a curse would be born.
When we go back into our lives..
Something we find,
Through the hardships and victory.
That someone was present.
May it be a real person, or an invisible.
We should find them,
And greet them with love.
The whole world may be against.
But still would he be yours.
Making you forget all your sadness.
And rise above the world.
All we could tell,
Is a simple thanks,
Which can never fulfill what he did for us.
But at least did we repay,
What is called as gratitude
I met him on the grounds,
Was as strong as fire,
Yet cool and casual.
Running around, passing the ball,
With each kick getting stronger.
He was a football fanatic...
Nothing more to describe.
Then i saw him, in the auditorium,
Unleashing his manly,
Yet flowing melody of a voice,
He was all different,
And loved by all.
And yet calls him lonely,
Not noticing me solemnly.
And then, outdoor..
With celebrities so many,
And eyes that still dream on,
As the biggest melancholy.
He is my pen pal,
With hearts of all,
Trying to chase me,
Out of my memory's hall.
When will i meet him?
Oh, i don't know for sure,
But one day will I
See his heart so pure.
I was sitting on my couch all day,
Unable to rest on anything.
Loneliness feeding on my heart,
And the crumbling soul of mine.
"What shall i do now?" I asked.
"Maybe die" said my loneliness.
I sat all day, cringing, fearless.
Day by day did it all worsen.
And slowly was gone my heart.
No other way to rescue,
Than beat its next cue.
All I did was sit down,
And took a paper to write.
"All was okay" did i hear something,
Ranch up, building forts of diamond mine.
Neither did i jolt, nor did i turn,
Neither did i wonder what it was...
Looking down at my palm,
Was written the words called,
I was gliding through...
Each little clumps of snow..
Did i swirl or did i fly?
The stunt everyone would love to try...
Flying from the mountain atop...
Crossing what the photo did crop...
Heavenly lives coming near slowly,
Should i fall or should i fly?
Rising up and up and above..
The world whirling below my foot..
Is this bliss?
What did i miss?
The earthly feeling below my foot.
All kept falling but not like me..
Rising above even what light could!
As i stretched my hands above my head and leapt forward,
Up did i sit on my glowing bed...
Will this stay ever as a dream?
No i shouldn't just let it be.
Let me tell you a short story,
There once lived a king, who was very powerful and a lover of war. To get his ego to be named as "The emperor of the world", he struggled. Wars and wars and millions of wars. And yet he won everything.
He had a prince, whom he house arrested, to not let him see suffering, because if he did, he would walk out of the kingdom and resign from his throne.
But, yet with all the privileges he got, he was unhappy. Unable to see what lies beyond the palace gates, his eyes longed to find nature.
Even though his father was such a great warrior, he didn't like violence or had longing for the throne, like his cousin, Devdutta.
He understood that, the life he was living was ...
I sat across my lawn..
Waiting for my world to return to me
Since long had they gone...
So has my dignity
I had not only lost them,
The fake calls.
But also my true self!
Would i ever find it again?
Every will stay the question mark!
He lay there...
On the rocky path,
Did he choose the highest bed,
No made of luxury,
Not even comfort,
With a worry of his mother's soul..
Slowly did they walk,
Who were better than him in aim,
But poorer than him in goal..
A gloomy sight to watch was it,
Not a single eye left to dry.
As did he try to wake,
From the slumber his bed brought to him,
Slow was it,
As dead as silent..
No one dared to move..
As he chose to rise up himself...
With bloodied hands,
That just held his heart.
Will he win, and get up and hoist,
His mother's symbol on the barren land?
Or will he rot like just another soldier...
On the wars, that named them 'Martyrs'
A connection, the one with strings.
Strings made not of cotton, wool or coal.
Its made of one simple word, ILLUSION.
The human mind has an enormous power of making things up and believing what it feels.
The little emotions,
Happiness, sadness, anger, hatred, love, care, affection; all being a string work.
Success, failure, ambition, goal everything, just a piece of string.
The love we feel for other fellow creatures, also known as humanity... Can you fill it up in a jar?
Can you throw it or count?
Just use some and store the rest.
So is happiness, the strongest bond of connecting humans, when we are happy with others, we feel safe, we feel more polite, satisfied, and there exists this illusi...
I saw her,
Marching slowly towards her prey,
I saw her,
With the greenish gold eyes,
That were fixated on her stay.
I saw her,
Slowly crawling over the grass,
I saw her,
Tinted pink ears,
Silencing all the meadows.
Where did i find you?
And where did you find me?
Was all a question mark...
But the day we did, all we knew that you're the goddess and i am your ever empathetic milk woman :)
"I have lost myself to him", said she.
"Do you think he can keep you safe", i asked
"I promise he will be my best and last" said she.
(After exactly a year, did i see him)
"Where is she?" I asked
"Look underneath",did he say and made me realise her under his shoes which had nails emitting blood from the smiling heart i gave him, still beating fast, only for him :)
Freedom, a word that brings a smile on anyone who uses it. Is freedom so joyful? Alas, i am here as a prisoner, in the jail of social connections, in the hearts of all fake profiles that love with fakeness, breath fake, laugh fake with lil words that actually are abbreviated phrases. Is that our happiness is all hidden in these little words like lol, rofl that actually mean nothing but a fake laughter? Where is this world going? Towards doom? Towards hell? Towards a volcanic eruption? Or something great? A person who was talking directly to his best friends, all the kids playing in the parks, where are all they? The little surprising ladybug that crawls over dew immersed grasses, where are th...
When my soul asked for my heart,
I told it was somewhere far away,
And when asked in detail,
It is in the hands it loves, which doesn't love it back!
'Connection ' isn't it what makes us sustain in this world? Let's take a moment for ourselves and think it out, Each human being is connected to one thing or the other, it can be music, dance, drama, God, soul,anything.. Just the connection is important. Unless we are connected with the soul, we would just be some being which only fulfills its body's needs, unless we are connected to the universe no good can happen to us, unless we are connected to time, we would always be an idle sitter and so on. When we look into ourselves, we find a trait called humanity, This trait is what connects us to the human world and makes us different from animals and other beings around earth. When linked to oth...