Sounds of a quite night
The sounds of a quite night
Its soft and smooth kiss
Its cool temperament
shying from the moon’s radiant glow
its this darkness that connects with the soul,connects with the inner bohemian
Translating and transcending to the quiet and introverted flower child.
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These far of unchartered territories have always called out to me and me like the gypy soul have and am just went along to get lost and explore the nitty gritties in these very lands.
These lands so distant yet so near have become the person I am ,the people its culture and its various colorful tapestries toredored and nuances orchestrating a nd shaping a wonderful blanket which flows endlessly.
Love me and I will ask for no more
Love me like its the last breath
Love me and I will love you back
But don’t ask me to love at the price of changing myself
Love me for the way I am
And I will still love for the way you are
A four letter word but the emotions felt is and ocean .
Are numbers always everything in life?
The magic of numbers!
We come into this world with a number plate and we die with a number plate.
Numbers numbers everywhere Oh how confusing numbers can become.
We are moulded and shaped according to the various numbers we possess in our lifetime from a mathematical date of birth to a mere numerical representation of our extent of knowledge.
Why should certain numerical figures just label and mark our calibre and capacity.
Are we so low that we depend entirely on certain figures just to understand the ways of the world.
I don’t know what to,when to do
But I know how it’s done
By that person inside me
Who guides me..
Always before taking any step.
This voice is like a scholar and wise man
Who has the wisdom to know the right form wrong.
This person is hidden and does not want to come out
If it reveals itself then it’s importance would never be known.
It’s become a part and parcel
Of the person I am today
This is my invisible friend
Who has always been with me through thick and thin.
Conquering my very own struggles
In the end its just my mind
Which helps me be me
In the present me.
Clouds -Oh how you remind me of a dear one!
When I look at you, I feel a sense of tranquility.
I get lost in your effervescence
Which continuously tantalizes me
Oh how I wish you were real
Just like a dear one
But alas you get lost in the light of the sun!
I like your cotton bed
Where cupids play and forget life’s despair
You remind me of a caring hand
That never let’s go
But when I see you
You become alive
And each day
You live a new life
And turn into a colourful ark
With colours as bright as a painters canvas.