Not till the moon and stars come up,
But till the dawn of every rise my love grows for u,
It’s not like the fragrance of flowers which vanishes,
But it’s like the soil beneath it which lets it grow,
My love for u is like the sun rise,
Even though it sets but still we know that its there on the other side,
We r on the lovers paradise,
Instead we make it paradise of love.
Your cheeks like rose,
Your lips like cotton candy,
But I m much fond of your eyes like our vision of future in it,
Your hands like gloves,
Your hugs like reliable dress,
Which I won’t take off,
And your heart like saints of pure love which stills in me.❤️
There’s a pleasure in the pathless woods,
There is a rapture in the lonely shores,
There is a society, that no one intrudes,
By the deep sea, music in it’s roar,
I love not the man less, but nature more..
It was this vision,
Where above the clouds,
Bout to go dusk,
It was so vivid,
Like an ocean on the clouds,
With an orange horizon,
Felt so serene,
Just like meditation,
But on other scale,
Undescribed yet sensational,
Being like in dreams to heaven.
There comes a time,
when nothing but everything overcomes in your mind,
all what’s left is nothing but the dilemma,
the same dilemma either pushes you up or take you down,
which makes you overthink, either leading towards your reach,
or makes you go crazy thinking it again and again, avoiding and
petrifying you to move ahead.
This phase of life, though it’s a phase but still haven’t you deal with it,
you no longer going to earn the struggle of mental dilemma and failure,
this phase and time of life is what makes you shine just like iron being beaten up to make it into shape,
Even though the mental torture sometimes resides into you and into your veins,
but failure is what you see to avoid doing it and build up your journey towards the reach what you have dreamt of and petrified of for making it initiate.
You have to be AWAKE !
Honour is to live with dignity, but honourable is to be worthy of respect. And that involves a sense of human dignity. In order to live with dignity we need to have a sense of:
- Fairness which leads to justice.
- Empathy leading to compassion.
- Integrity leading to trust.
This is the vision that needs to be followed for upbringing the society.
There’s should be a burning desire and the capability to create a benchmark and create value for work and life in yourself and most importantly that should impact on others/society.
It’s OK to be on the other side of track besides yeoman’s work but the need to help others. Be an admiration to others, so that you yourself will have some meaning of life and will earn respect from others and from your inner self by doing good deeds not only for yourself but for others too, after all “LIVE LIVED FOR OTHERS IS WORTH LIVING“. Even people are reluctant to change but without changing growth is impossible and the track for growth is the way leading to dignified life with honour; integrity, compassion, sincerity and with determination will guide throughout the way.
“YOU GOTTA LIVE WITH HONOUR”
In rough past,
When amateurs becomes matures,
And matures becomes amateurs,
When ego and vein are the one talking ,
When dispute goes out of respect,
And when comprising is kept aside,
Eventually what’s left is an aura of sadness,
Negative vibes as the shield,
Keeping them out of the bowl of love,
Though years of togetherness,
But now awkwardness in their together-ness.
There’s melodrama in everything even I was the victim of it consumed by it, that in engraved so much that the feeling of pity-ness was the most welcoming feeling of all. The question is why being a character like that, when I have the straight forward path. I dint know it was so overwhelming with no bullshitting but still my intuition knew being a yeoman is always good. It’s like showing concern makes the communication vital but the other way around showing concern doesn’t actually concerns to them.
There’s too much of negative vibes to be acquired but in same vibe comes the hatred vibes, you gotta be cautious because it actually hurts to concern and to be concerned.
Well on this past moonlight,
With a pixie dust moment,
On the limelight of love,
But of feelings and emotions,
Like the shadow on my life,
Like the quicksand,
Consuming me on,
To its warmth of u,
The everlasting essence,
Fascinating my soul,
To the journey of love we dreamt of.
The essence of that aura,
was lost with our love of era,
nevertheless feelings were engraved,
latched to our souls,
even while blinking flashback came over,
though black-whitish short film were like cherry,
the present haunts me to relive the past,
to reveal the past and cast shadows on my present,
but with the breeze of sorrow,
the latched and engraved feelings were blown,
and now all that’s left is a soul with no soul to live.