I can give you my heart
with three conditions
Don't break it
Don't throw it
Don't pass it,
If you want to do something
then please keep it to yourself
for a few days and then see
The magic of the heart
Your heart will say
"Wherever this heart will go
I will be going with this heart
and never leaving this heart
because this heart is
who made me love and
this is the heart of my life.
No filters; make up
And nothing to hide behind
They're straight from the heart.
*My Words; My Lifeline*
*MakeUp #CMNounChallenge #WritingPrompts
It’s good to think about life sometimes, we all are so busy in life, that we actually forget the beauty in this world that surround us. Every single moment, every single time, we step out of our house is a gift as well as a chance to make a difference for that day, for oneself or for others. After every tuff day after work we indirectly always learn something new. For instance, being more kind the next day or seeing a bad behavior and to promise oneself to never act like that because respect, should still be the first thing to put on while leaving home or to enlighten someone else day or by just doing something good for oneself by hearing a favorite song or watching a movie.
More people sh...
Finally I am glad to see the difference I always wanted to see in the world.
From now on People with intuition will remain on the top in every field to control over people with intellect. Due to this paradigm shift in civilised structure, people with saint like wisdom will have power over all destructive force developed through intellect.
With intuitive wisdom, they will utilise this forces creatively for the benefits of mankind for its prosperity and sustainability.
There were many problems before in the world which need tremendous amount of sacrifices and men power to solve the problems. But with this one major paradigm shift all of them are going to solve with ease.
The true beauty in writing is often hidden away.
We make edits and changes in hopes that we can change what we perceive as imperfections.
Perhaps in a way we make these changes because we don't see ourselves as perfect so how could we believe anything we've written could be anything less.
Caking on edits in hopes of masking anything others might see as wrong or imperfect is never the way to express ourselves.
Writing should express the writer in the rawest form, as they are not as they are as a face in the crowd.
Believe in the beauty of your words and the beauty of the writer putting them to paper.
Today is a new day
And it is the first day of the week
So what was behind is behind
And what is front is front
Like past is past future is future so present is present
Look from today for tomorrow
Believe today in yourself to achieve anything for tomorrow
And make your start with a
Positive Attitude, Positive Character, And Positive You.
Aim as mark something to achieve within this week or which can be grateful for your future
Never lose hope for anything that you wanted to get it and never think that life has nothing for you
Everything is possible
if you are possible to do it
By believing in yourself, believing in your work and believing in your dream.
Have a great start
If I am able to imagine myself flying high in sky,
Then books are the only airplanes for it.
If I can see far ahead than others,
I must be standing on mountain stack of books.
If I can think with more dynamism than before,
I have surely spent more time in library.
If I can remain optimistic,
Books are the prime fuel for it.
If human minds are rockets,
Books are the major propeller of it.
If I can improve my writing skill with time,
Books are my ultimate guides.
If flower garden is symbol of beauty and fragrance,
Library is epitome of Wisdom and Peace.
If we have to create better living in all segment of life,
Books are the firmest pillars of it.
Happy World Bo...
By having a huge friend circle one doesn’t even recognize if one has lost a friend. It’s when the circle starts to shrink that one realizes that one has been forgotten, maybe because the other ones were forgotten too. How can a flower bloom if one doesn’t water it? Tell me how?
Yet, one doesn’t have to always be there, to let someone stay (life is busy enough) but in those little moments when one has got time, showing some care isn’t that much of an effort, isn’t it? If one skips to water a flower for a day, it will not dye immediately, though it will dye when one has completely forgotten.
Show that you care, if one is important to you but don’t blame others if you don’t because then aft...
Every now then she gives me little pieces of herself
I hold them close
I cherish them
Keep them safe
So that one day
I can give them all back and make her whole once again
There's something so attractive about the people who are the opposite of what we are and those who appear to be somewhat like us. In the beginning we don't often think about it. We are drawn to them as they are drawn to us. With the excitement of the new find we look for those qualities we are most likely in need to work on in ourselves. Immersing ourselves in the opportunity to come as close to what we want to find in us we are temporarily blinded. There is so much freedom in enjoying those who have the qualities we lack. Over time if we are lucky we are molded to compliment each other creating balance in the relationship but other times we fall unfortunately into a state that we may have be...
जब सोचा, कुछ नहीं है मेरे पास
तब पाया ,ये रिश्ते, यह प्यार है कितना ख़ास ।
जब सोचा, वो सब कितने ख़ुशनसीब है
तब पाया, यह तो सब अपना-अपना नसीब है ।
जब सोचा , अब कुछ कर के दिखाना है
तब पाया , अब कहाँ रह गया अपना ज़माना है ।
जब सोचा , आज कुछ लिखा जाए,
तब पाया , कहीं शब्द न मेरे पास कम पड़ जायें ।
फिर सोचा , लिख दूँ अपने मान की बात ,
क्या पता , कब किसी के दिल को छू जाए ।
You know when you’re caught off guard in the midst of a busy day trying to complete the tasks that demand your undivided attention, you stand there temporarily suspended in time, momentarily forgetting all that was so important, unsuspecting of this interruption... that’s simply me ardently thinking of you, sending you my love, wrapping you of all that’s familiar and heartwarming. You feel nothing but an ache you can’t shake off and the thought of me sitting quietly where I used to wait for you when I go to sleep. All this time I’ve worried that I no longer dream only to find out while I’ve been awake an integral part of me remains asleep waiting at the same place... aching, just as you feel ...
How come when my words land on the page, It looks so strange?
Like someone stopped time right when it rained.
How come when my words land on the page, my brain goes blank?
As if someone just shut off my brain.
I guess I write from within.
Stopping time to express myself in rhyme.
Pieces of my heart were mine to give.
Give to those I valued most, those I cherished above all.
All the while hoping they'd stay close, so while with them I'd still feel whole.
Whole is not what I am anymore, that is nothing more then a memory.
Memory.. a memory that is burned in my head never to be forgotten.
Forgotten had I that when you give someone a piece of you that is a risk you alone take.
Take is what you did, never to return leaving me empty.
Empty and cold never to be complete.
Complete another has shown me her hollowed heart, she is like me.
Me... no, no we maybe incomplete but together we can fill in the pieces.