Staring at the sky on an early dawn of a day , when the light of twinkling stars are still fighting to give peace , you are not fascinated . Fascinated to hold your queer life freely back again. You try to engulf the rudeness bestowed down upon life . But , alas! you can’t .
At the second phase of your life , when you have stepped to the 17th year , you feel weird braining about the rebukes that you have successfully earned so far . You try to imply peace and calm the hotness , jostling inside your pacing heart you try to nose the cold breeze winding freely in this weather , but , alas! you can’t.
Your head is stiffed , by the molested words been thrown to you like sharp spheres , crossing your chest pouring red of your valued body . you want to find peace . You want to step out from the confronted rigidness But you can’t . You think about different things , you eye people , dancing out of melancholy .
And again for once you freeze yourself in hope of lighted fortune .
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 :)
You turned your back on me today didn’t even have the guts to say, Cast out like a homeless person Only teaching me one more lesson. I was slowly getting my life back Seeing me fight barriers and tears, Finding
Back and Front Back and Front, Front and Back My steps gradually make Taking me to a land With success, where I stand. Being stagnant , oh I fear Rooted to the ground there, Because moving is life Sometimes comfort
Building a relationship takes time. A slow becoming of each other’s identity. A steady student in a firm desk where attendance is vital and homework isn’t necessarily done with pen and paper. To willingly give until nothing is left, to