And she sat there , in front of her fiery son , laid forever , in pieces of uneven fiery wood , quiet as usual but this pious stillness was for forever , she was fixed to the ground, she sat straight , head high her eyes closed , shut and compact , the kohl washed away drop by drop . she was quiet , counted her beads of rosary for the last time , she prayed for her son . and her son , yes he , his spirit moved around aimless in search of a body , to osculate his mother’s feet and for the last time , hopes in vain .
The best yoga of a day is reading a poem or a book .....A complete peace of mind and a refresher .... Things become easy when u have a complete mental peace .... Stop each and every work for 2 minutes , read a poem and i bet you will feel fresh all over again :)
Addiction to harmless Is accepted Addiction to harmful Is not advisable Addiction is submission Which involves Imaginations Addition is Pollution Which involves Revolution Addition is attraction Which involves Affection Addition is a fiction Which involves Correction Addition is a caution
Have You Ever Felt Like You Were Curse, Because No Matter What You Did, Things Was Just Getting Worse? Have You Ever Been So Depressed, That You Wanted To Die, Just To Get Away From Your Stress? Have You Ever
Our men are slowly drowning in their tears. Labelled weak cos they express their fears. Father said I wasn’t man enough and told me to act tough cos I cried when I touched her cold body Regardless of the situation
When you first began life’s marathon, were you courageous from the start? When you stood there at the starting line, were you committed head and heart? Must you believe you’ll achieve your goals, from the moment you begin? Must you
Sound dances on the wind The scarlet life that runs through our body Bitter to the smell Sweet to the taste The lifeline that doesn’t make any of us humans much different A beauty that’s capable of sending chills down