It is often, that we tend to lose our inner self , Sometimes ’cause of time or probably when you can’t help. It tends to wear out the innocent child within you , Someone who used to be as fresh as a morning dew . All of it gone, to the far away kingdom, Where you can no more enter. For it is you, who had to leave it behind, Nothing of those lovely memories remain in your mind!
Now, when you look behind, There is this desire of yours, To try and go back to the land which was once yours. All this you have realized, After you have seen the world which is so priced! But, dear pal, it’s never too late.
Life is a constant struggle, Which we have to juggle. No matter what, just remember, That it is You, who is on top of those numbers!
Spring time and rain blooming of flowers purple haze of a storm on the horizon gray is mixed above the cloudline memories of you and me becoming one as A Storm of Fire passion melting like fervent heat butterflies in
I kissed the pillows of her cheeks. Covering myself in the blanket of her caress. While here nothing is heavy. Maintaining the balance of smiles in the bed of her arms She doesn’t mind my snore, relaxed in complete comfort.
Life is a symbiosis, relationship it makes possible, interaction among humans it creates, social system it establishes, cultural institution it builds, political arrangement to avoid vacuum, it puts in place. Life is a symbiosis, bridge it throws to span human
Who knows the future? Secrets in the palm of jesting mind. Deep dwells the forgotten past, a reminder of untold losses. A life adorned with love, kindness, loyalty, and selflessness. Questions unanswerable pecking the essence of sanity Fate says the