That travelling/Fullmoon'

Everytime iwalk out on a fullmoon night, 

its just to watch for moonlight.

When igo to the left, 

ifind the moon chasing me from the right.

When igo to the right, 

ifind the moon chasing me from the left.

When iwalk towards the moon,

Ican feel the moonlight 

it makes my face bright.

When iturn ihave to turn back 

for a look at the full moon face.

the full moon, with the shadows on its face,

How it manages to brighten the world.

That's how GOD shows us,

How a scarry heart can still brighten a soul along.

Getting fed up = nashukri?

         Firstly it appears fascinating, be it a person, study, ride, food, place like anything keeping the attraction potential. Once, we like it a lot and on getting closer and narrowing down to its plus and minuses, slowly gradually, it loses its  magnetic affinity.

       Like when we talk about food, as delicious brownie or hamburger, etc. we love it we try having it daily, till our taste buds don't find it fascinating much and we even say, to have anything and everything but not that, as you got fed up off.

       And, then,  it's different whence we move towards present day tech stuff. Like something i bought with all my heart besides money, like any latest gadget or be it a car or something. We never lose our heart for it as long as its getting updated as with new softwares and stuff.

       And, it was here, i found diverging point to my thought process like we get fed up of things as long as we don't find them evolving with time. This is how the new age demands humans to be. Staying with the same people/friends ain't something much of a blasé, as long as one keeps working on new ways to make the friendship or relationship better with every passing day.

       Life's too short to look out for new people and things for fun. Let's not demand much and be ready to give in the potential in the very direction we are moving already. This will help save time off turns and will actually help with the stamina of the ones around besides helping our own selves with grace and peace of mind; nothing else a soul can demand then.

Fragile balance

“Cold hands
 warm soul;


steady feet
 shaky thoughts.


It seems that we
 need a blend 

of
 opposites to 
create a 

fragile 
balance between 
the 

lines of
 light and dark.”

M.LB., fragile balance (via aestheticintrovert)

TGIF <3

sitting outside alone with all chirpy birds, 


While watching crows sit on a leafless tree,


Looking at the swan trying to catch up with every eye,


The ducklings being all playful around,


While, the fearful camouflages keep running around,


And the pigeons & chicks keep up wd their cont. chirps,


And when the cool breeze blows & the tree branches give hi5 to each other,


Till my baby wakes up and takes my mind to the ducks swimming along,


Equally beautiful and melancholic are some windy eves,


A refreshing blow it provides to silent minds till they think aloud.,.

Random heartout

Cloud is to rain,

Pleasant is to bliss,

Moment is to memory,

Character is to personality,

Duck is to quack,

Crow is to crow,

Grass is to green,

Cuckoo is to koo,

Kindness is to nature,

Nature is to heart,

Heart is to soul,

Soul is to prayer <3

Creatures bien-aime ame

Demieres heures, nuit pluvieuse froid,

Fixant rever, peluche dansle lit,

Les yeux gonfles ouvertes, sortir de confort,

Mettre des rideaux de cote, Porte de fenetre glissate,

D'accueillir la brise, qui la fraicheur de leur ame fatiguee,

Ecouter les oiseaux celestes equipage,

Glisser une priere de souhait, tandis que le ciel rosee,

je me demandain coment beni,

quand creatures' bien-aime ame, doit avoir vole.

Translation:

In last hours of chilled rainy night,

Lies a dreaming soul, stuffed in bed,

Opening puffy eyes, moves out of coziness,

Putting curtains aside, sliding window doors,

To welcome the breeze that refreshens the weary soul,

To listen to heavenly voices, as birdy crew scroll,

Slipping wishful prayers, while sky drops dew,

Wondering how blessed be the morning,

Whence' creatures' beloveds' soul' must' have flew.

Morning Tragedy'

'twas an early morning,

 birds were busy chirping,

Grass all wet with dew,

When the cool breeze blew,

And the sun's  rays 're turning to hue,

The bees, the crows, the sparrows,

All birds being busy in some crew,

Singing melodies was all, she could do,

But the injured cuckoo couldn't flew.,.

Believe only ur piece of mind"

What an easy life,

Though only yu can feel the edge of knife,

What a silent thyself,

Though only yu can feel the noise within,

What a peaceful world yu're living in,

Though only yu can feel the roughness inside,

What a smooth way to tread on,

Though only yu can feel bloody thorns along,

The world see only, what they want to,

Just follow the way your mind gets to see.,.