Life… When I was growing up my elders explained.. try not to grumble nor complain. if you want to win hearts or be smart, try to be clever right from star.Never get slow tantrums are a big NO.
Be soft , glow, white as snow, pure as honey and bright as day:)
Kind understanding, love everyone but trust only yourself.
Be as you are, never change but improve day after day after da
Words Are Words… write a poetry that has rhyming words not easy to form an idea that has limitations, ideas must flow like streams and oceans.Ripples and waves all makes us happy splashed all over our face.
We play with water and earth too, climbing over mountains and sailing in boats, we capture pictures in moments we remember.
But thought.. we would forget in time, I think we recall each happiness many a times as we want to be happy again in future with the past. I do this too..when I open my treasure of memories, I feel so touched..with words that were said to me.. before..that time when we were in love, not anymore..yet you made me feel beauty within me as a light..that shines at night..
I Think Smiling Is Very Attractive
Smiling..is It Soft Or Funny… Love they say has multi-dimensions, the one that gives it dept is passion. And, humor is the first step to a relationship..that would grow as friendship. Why..we want to be close? Simply..because in a certain group of people we smile..each one has own taste buds..yes we do get a flavor of some of the friends..like any courtship..I find it interesting..when we can play with words..and I don’t know about others..but I always smile when I get a soft message..no harsh words..no doubts..no confusions..just a message that instantly brings the world of happiness..if I write I want to be…a bird..to fly away in distant land..to look from above and in my feathers..I would carry warmth in cold breeze..this would get a reply..I will join you when you pass my territory..just don’t drop any beak…and we can then all fly together in a lala land..there our song would be..come join me..and add one word for the song we will write..birds of different times..zone wise.. my day begins and your ends..I am yawning..you are frowning.. yes my night and your Monday morning
What love means to me
ask me again to remind or feel
it is like chocolates in real
Love is addiction it has some seduction
Some affection , some play it like game
Some try it for fame
It is so sticky and wrapped beautifully
so from outside no clue
Yet, as you unwrap and bite
as it melts and sticks to you
then you lick it to finish
as it disappears ..you want it to re appear for you
that soft, sweet and bitter taste
it lingers on tongue
and flames up your face
you close your eyes and feel it better
you want it again and again
Oh ! love is simple and plain
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Post are all I come to see.
Each day something is new
we learn to re-think our views
I bow and write thank you
I feel I get rich and happy with you
From thriller to filler
From Plan A to B
From prized possession to compromise session
Not chosen but given
that has been a long time …
Now it is time to change!!
That is when I light up myself
When its cold
I try to hold
when it ends
I start again
when it is useless , I try to recycle
when its me
I look at you
When its you
I try and rescue
I am your laughter
I am your soul
I will be with you
even in a hole