When “love” becomes synonymous with “leave” and the meaning of the words becomes hard to conceive
When the vowel is replaced with two and all that‘s left is i and u
All memory is a form of longing. And desire lines my neurons, like ice along branches in mid-January Ohio. Each shiver sends a tremor through boughs that once, warmed in the sun, made something beautiful.
When you left, memory and desire merged. You once described me as limbs on fire and dancing. I’ve spent years shrinking at the thought of becoming ash in all the fire of my want. I’ve added ice to my drinks, a way to quiet the burn. Only to learn that though flesh burns, bones don’t.
And right now all I can think of to say: drink up. Drink up the sweating drink, drink up the longing, drink up every lie.
Desire in retrospect can so easily be viewed as a trick, a lie. You are a ghost in that way, a trick on the eye when I look behind me, in a darkened room, alone with nothing but the wind coming in under the crack in the door.
Sitting on the soft grass thinking about the sky covered with the blanket of darkness ,all the peace has been lost in it,darkness is making you despair,devils and demons and ruling the world ,they make all the angels locked in a circle but dont know that a single ant cant do anything but group of ants can do,white light of the angels all over the world making the dark world a beautiful world ,wolfs screaming for that peace called moon ,that helps to keep peace alive all alone in the dark sky,wondering to steel every thing and live with it all your life .
“Even in your bad times there are someone who will make you out of it “
Snow was falling so slowly ,it seamed whole world is covered with peace,all the evils are gone just you and me,our inner soul is feeling the power of true happiness but everything ends with the end of the day ,again that dark night ,sound of strong winds stricking windows , light of thundering make the trees visible for a second ,it seemed like the world of demons , suddenly everything stopped and you start thinking about the (life ,death ),with a soft hand on your head ,shaking you body ,open your eyes and you see the sun so bright with the morning rains and a rainbow ,life is turning all round and round ,now there were no soft hands on your head all you had was the dark room with shaking windows ,all you can do is to hide under your blanket, when you see again though your blanket a devilish dog is waking you up to see the happiest morning ,with demons all around your room coming near to you ,scream so hard to make the dream over .
If there is bad times in your life ,don’t be sad because with every night there is morning and with every bad things there is good things ,just keep calm and be patient.
Just from your birth ,everyone starts dreaming about you,someone see you as a engineer ,someone as doctor.
As you grow up every starts to teach you how to live, as a young boy of 8 you have been told you have to be happy in life,as you went to school and you have been asked what you have to do in life you said to be happy, they said you didnt understand question but you said that you didnt understand life.
for society a person is successful only if he is earning good money but is it a real success ,life is not about earning money its about earning happiness, when you will be old and will be waiting for death will it be money that will bring smile on your face no it will be happy memories thst you earned in your life .
You always think about what people would think abiut your decision but if you take wrong decision because of them ,they will be the first one to curse you.every one is identified of what they are not what decision they take ,so live your life for your self and take decision without any pressure.
He was born to express
People taught him to impress
He walked dark times alone
Wind blowed his hair just like he was in a winter landscape
Wishing to get a better world to live
All he got is blood
He was not made for such insane world
People called him poor
Walking under the shade of trees
Welcomeing the softness of the breeze
No matter what we do,the end should be happy you
Sweet noise of streams boost you inner dreams
Crazy soul won’t be happy till you are really happy
Go and reach your goals before someone stoles
Dream to reach the sky but still so high
No Matter what we do the end should be happy you
You are born and raised with your own name,still living under someone others fame .
Life is the sum of all the experiences that we encounter as we go through life. Day to day struggles and triumphs are experienced by all of the world’s creatures. As human beings, when we encounter a challenge, we have freedom to choose how to react. Every decision that we make leads us down a different road. We will never come to exactly the same crossroads. Every decision that we make has significance. The tiniest choice that we make reverberates throughout the entire universe.
A single beam of light is nothing for someone who toils under sun , but is a sign of life for someone shrouded with darkness .
there wasn’t much to it
the smell of mornings rain
on a steamy street
piece of torn paper
ripped from something larger
with a stain
a partial coffee cup ring
carelessness and haste
scarred with fragments of
ripped from something larger
Sometime may be in future we will regret what we did in our past amd we will regret why did we waste that time to regret about our past ,we could have done something we wanted to but still all we can do is to regret .
So its better to do such thing that will make us happy ,its not about the thing you do in this world its about what memories you will take with you from this world .
So do such things that will make you feel happy ,not things that will make you think that you are happy .