Thursday, 26 January 2017
Friday, 20 January 2017
Wednesday, 18 January 2017
Monday, 16 January 2017
Friday, 23 December 2016
Chasing Time
That time of year is here!
Christmas and New Year.
Look back and remember;
Pleasures, pain, joy and anger.
Spread some cheer;
Amongst those who are dear.
Be someone's Angel;
Share,love and give away to strangers.
Break free, shake the past;
Grab the future, let hope last.
Follow your heart, out you venture;
Go on for an unknown adventure.
Let the New Year ring the chime;
Continue the journey, chasing Time.
Wednesday, 14 December 2016
Saturday, 26 November 2016
What if?
Love should have the freedom of choice and expression.
If the Sun were love, one should soar in the sky as a bird to embrace it, at the same time, be as grounded and patient as the sand which eventually receives the warmth.Turning it into miles of gold.
Love is bound with the strings of the soul, not with words, actions or blood. It plays its own music, has its own language; understood by some but misinterpreted by most. What if everyone interpreted it as it was meant to be.
What if words were heard through the beating of the heart?
Emotions were seen through the windows in the eyes?
A touch felt deep within the mysteries of the soul?
Feelings were spoken through waves in the brain?
What if one could smell the love in the air?
How loud would be the whispers of the beating heart!
How clear the confusions within the eyes!
How steady the fluttering touch within the soul!
How electric the static language of the brain!
How profound the subtle fragrance of love!
What if...
If the Sun were love, one should soar in the sky as a bird to embrace it, at the same time, be as grounded and patient as the sand which eventually receives the warmth.Turning it into miles of gold.
Love is bound with the strings of the soul, not with words, actions or blood. It plays its own music, has its own language; understood by some but misinterpreted by most. What if everyone interpreted it as it was meant to be.
What if words were heard through the beating of the heart?
Emotions were seen through the windows in the eyes?
A touch felt deep within the mysteries of the soul?
Feelings were spoken through waves in the brain?
What if one could smell the love in the air?
How loud would be the whispers of the beating heart!
How clear the confusions within the eyes!
How steady the fluttering touch within the soul!
How electric the static language of the brain!
How profound the subtle fragrance of love!
What if...
Photo Credits Go To Amita Sinha
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