Glitch is neither in the frontiers we hail from, nor in the letters our tongue rolls to express, but blessing is in the blissful unity that vicissitudes of race illustrate.
TOUGH to find, TOUGHER to let go
the happiest feeling is when they appreciate it and can understand the inclination towards the friendship.
it is the beauty of any relationship.
VALUE THE TRUE FRIENDS…. TOUGH to find, TOUGHER to let go…
Stop crying for things falling into pieces, do your stuff, only the best things will fall into perfect place.
No problem finds its solutions in saying, “WHY ME?” the solution to every impediment towards our mighty goal is, “THANK GOD! IT IS ME.” Every apprehension is a cowardly move, but a positive approach is well admired. It is just like STARING AT THE BURNING EYES FAILURE WITH ACIDIC TENACITY.
Work towards our goal without listening to trifles can only propel us ahead to achieve humongous success. Just drudge, Not cry over mishaps, The end HAS TO BE THE BEST… there is no destiny, where we reach finally is our ULTIMATE DESTINATION….. BUILD IT NOW, TO LIVE IT THEN. 🙂
Commotion of empty emotions just flow,
Just from that broken heart to another one,
So less told those stories to anyone, but you,
No listener now, no one to hear those silly words.
Burnt out yet so true I suppose, oh my friend,
Dreams could be my only place to live in,
No, I cant reside in the reality so virile, I guess,
As me not shielded, weaker than ever before.
These teardrops wont make you feel good, I know!
If you were really with me now, my smile would appease
Thee. So no, guided by your perpetual shine,
I will rise and give thee pride to be friend of mine.
Only these remaining days should never be counted as days,
Each one is one to make you smile, if you were really here,
And in the other world, I suppose the chess of life had no loser,
No one to lose but to gain!
Or may be this is the final world of my imagination,
We never know, yet, till my soul rests in,
The last zephyr over my coffin besides yours, I wish,
Not in this life, but in afterlife, never wish to mislay you.
Back to that point where I always start,
To the point without a dimension, without a reason,
Oh! Silly heart attachment’s bitter part is estrangement,
Why thee tie strings too sturdy to break.?