How the stars are placed in ordnance so perfectly in the sky,
You think of who created them and all the reasons why.
Besides the science of the universe, there must be a poetic side,
An artist much more articulate that you and I.
I sometimes watch them for hours and hours at a time,
Hoping to see a shooting star to wish away the pain held inside.
A reoccurring circulation that everyday we watch arise,
Every day we see it happen, but only a few of us realise.
It's almost become human nature to let this beauty pass us by,
We almost never take the time to admire the art that stands before our eyes.
A perception that is only seen through the vision of the wise,
Knowing there's somethi...
Beautiful penned for me
Said all about him
That's when i knew
The difference between Obsession and love.
Lust that lingers...
don’t ponder upon my pain,
i have a lot of restrain,
from defeat, for your gain,
i could make the moon rain.
i used to hear your words,
along with those beautiful birds,
even when our eyes blurred,
we would stay awake for for your world.
as beautiful as the dove,
and vicious as our love,
you would move your hands with such grace,
even one peak livens the race.
so I’ll live by your eyes,
to watch you breathe and rise,
i surrender to your truth and lies,
with those sights, i suffice.
i will breathe to watch you,
move those fingers,
and wake up to watch you,
love with every piece of lust that lingers.
In all those places that whispers your name
all those that are too beautiful to find,
i will, wait for you.
In all those days that roared your presence
all those that can't be described,
i will, Miss you.
In all those stories that you imbibe
all those that live inside,
i will, Dream of you.
In all those moments that have passed
all those that awaits,
i will, Love You.
She was beautiful
In every way
But he still
Is the name
Of the house
You love reading.
And it was beyond your understanding how a person couldn't find friends in the silent pages of a book.
You love pizza.
And again it was beyond your understanding how anyone could not like pizza.
When we come across people who are very different than us, we often question their existence. We call them weird.
And sometimes we fall in love with the same weirdos.
The simplicity of it all, accepting people for who they are,
suddenly strikes us.
And it's all beautiful, how love opens your mind to different possibilities....consciously or subconsciously.
The humming bird's grace reminds us that life is rich and beauty is everywhere
La adoración misma hecha delito
fue leer cada una de tus palabras en cada mensaje.
Sentirme desvanecer letra a letra
a través de una pequeña pantalla, donde la distancia desaparecía
para ponernos más cerca que nunca
entre palabras que de pudor no sabian.
Mis sentidos y mi ilusión tocaron el cielo
Y del cielo mismo me veia caer
para contigo despertar en el lado vacío de tu cama.
Llenarte de besos la existencia,
beber a sorbos tu sudor,
mi delicioso anhelo temblar con tus caricias
Y éxtasis de amor ante la primer posibilidad
de convertir los verbos escritos en acciones desenfrenadas.
She was beautiful but not like other girl.
She was beautiful the way she was.
The way she smiled.
The way she enjoyed all the little things.
She was beautiful for her ability to make everyone happy.
She wasn't beautiful for something temporary.
She was beautiful internally.
She was a beautiful soul.
The mother and her child sat in the moon lit garden looking at sky.
Child said "I wish to be the star. White, bright and shiny. People call the dark ugly."
Mom replied "The stars can shine only in the dark. The darkness has its existence only because of the stars. And when there are two things that complement each other. How is one ugly and the other beautiful?"
- the nomad pen.
You can't destroy love.
But it has the potential to tear your soul apart into tiny pieces so that you don't recognize yourself at all.
It's called self descruction. Sometimes, you're aware, sometimes not. Either way, you don't care cause you lost the war with love, surrendered to let it's shiny silver sword get through you and you hate yourself cause it got to you.
It's the most dangerous thing in the world.
It's beautiful, bold and a well-dressed killer.
Just a four lettered word; love.
Your skin isn't paper don't cut it
Your face isn't a mask don't cover it
Your size isn't a book don't judge it
Your life isn't a film don't end it
You are Beautiful
You are like Sundays morning
Lazy and beautiful
That comes after a long wait,
You are like the sun
Bright and shiny
That smiles every day,
You are like the morning coffee
Addicted and Refreshing
That brings freshness to laziness,
You are like berries
Sour and Sweet
That brings the juiciness,
You are like the music
Soothing and lyrical
That calms the stormy waves,
You are an open book
But has many little pages
That is not for everyone to look
You are just you
Simply awesome and beautiful.
If everyone says looks doesn't matter then why the get the disappointing face when you revel ur true self. .
If everyone says boys are nice.. then why every freaking ones who came in my life...just want the body...
If everyone says..life is beautiful,live it,love it.then why frustration is the only thing which is growing in me..
If ever anyone will ever say......
You can say your heart out...you can cry.you can fly. ...you can breath and may be you can finally live..
'She' thought she was not pretty. But it was her quick wit he loved.
There was a 'she' who thought she wasn't a charm. But he loved the way she took all her decisions.
Another 'she' thought herself to be an ugly. But her humor took his heart away.
A 'she' did not look up much to the mirror. But there he was all in love with her honesty in life.
Do not confine who you are to those 14 bones that build up what you look like. Go beyond. See within. People die for beauty. Instead be someone worth living for.
She is a peahen.
She wasn't born with fancy feathers, but grew beautiful with life.
And every time she leaves she sheds her feathers.
She wouldn't let anyone touch her, but blossoms only for the rain!!
But leave her wild
He sang so beautifully that velvet rain started to fall.
- Ritesh Ruparel
Have I ever told you this?...
I think not, it might have slipped
My mind I guess.
Or perhaps I thought
It to be too trivial to be stressed.
I think it is because I took
You for granted...
But now...now that...
I guess it doesn't matter anymore...
Well... I must say that you look
The prettiest when you sleep.
There were times when
I used to lie there beside you,
Wide awake, enchanted by
The warmth of your breath,
Looking at your pretty eyes,
Closed in the assurance of
A bright tomorrow.
Your tender palm on my chest,
Falling after every rise of my sigh.
It felt like your hands could
Feel the depth of my sorrow,
Not just when they actually
Touched my tears but also
Across the realms of