My STAR

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To my look at the star
They wander so free so far
Twinkling in bits and pieces
Chasing down thunder leashes
Too much for the frown
Beaming sweetly for the ground
Flying afar with long en route for travel
My eyes are struck at one to unravel
I said to exposed him self
Let me see what’s inside itself
He told me not to look
You can’t take the burden to hook
I have a fire that keeps burning
It’s a life I chose to blend the turning
I may see a star to you
But what’s I am inside
It’s just far from the truth
I live to give smiles from the sky
Far along I die giving wishes to thy
For even if I may not exist anymore
To still be alive within your hearts door

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Forgetful past

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Past is what we chose, present is what we choose and our future inevitably gets chosen.

Today I am going to write about an essential aspect of our lives- our past. A past we know, sometimes we treasure, sometimes we feel sad about and sometimes we regret. Everyone had a past which had an impact on the future we live today. This past changes us, sometimes for the bad, sometimes for the good. So how to describe this past? Eventful or regretful? Is it necessary for us to be worse version for ourselves because of the past? Well many times it could hamper to the extent that we lose our original selves in the heat of hatred, jealousy and betrayal. But what can we do? After all it’s a part of our human emotions to react like this. That’s what emotions are for.

Many times I just wish to go back and take some correct decisions in my past. I would do everything I hoped, I could have done and step away from people I desire now, just would have deleted by then. Several a times I just wish for the small button to be in my hand and rewind for to be a better me than I am today. But would that solve everything? Or even it would solve anything at all? Even if I could, is this the solution to all my problems and circumstances that are bothering me now? There are many movies made on these thoughts of hoping to be older or younger, go back in time and live the life but to see that the conditions aren’t actually the same. It is worse than the expected. So maybe it’s like that way only. What you thought to be true may just be an illusion of your dreamy brains.

Currently I learnt something which very much answers that why I want to correct my past and why I shouldn’t be getting the rewind button in my life. Life always gives opportunities. It always does and it will keep on doing that until you’re pretty much alive. I think that decisions that I took, may be not very well correct and that I should correct it but who made me think realized it? Who made me think that better decisions are needed? Who? Answer is experience and it comes from experiencing the past. If you don’t have it, you can never differentiate between a wrong and a right one and until you know, you will never care about wrong and right. So past gives you a wonderful gift- experience. The more experienced you are, the less likely you are going to commit the same mistake unless its love-that anyway makes people go crazy and make mistakes. As in the words of Paulo coelho

“People never learn from anything by being told, they have to find out for themselves. So that’s what experiences do and experience counts. “

Another reason would be as a person, even if I try to go back or forward I still am the same person. So even with the fact to know the past or future I may not change everything because if I could, I would have changed now in my present and no need for thinking to travel in the past and wish for the miracle. To have a miracle, I have to be the miracle. I heard it somewhere and perfectly fits up here. If I lost many things to the fact trusting people blindly, so even if I get in my past either I would trust them again & again to feel betrayed or I many not trust people at all and lose so beautiful relationships in my life. Many times what we try to change like our mistakes, that had only made people closer to us, respects to us and felt important to us and if this changes, that would change too. Anyway no one wants to die being alone. Our life is what we make of it and people are what we see in them. So rather hoping to change the past, we should change our present and live future brilliantly.

Various times our past comes in front of us. Ever wondered why? When I thought, something came into my mind. May be the past coming back is a signal, either to take an opportunity you lost because it belongs to you or may be to completely erase it from your mind. It may come for better or worse but one thing is for sure, people change from it. People many change their habits but they sure don’t change their characters. So choose wisely if to let your past enter in your life or not. My change led me to be a better person and I endure it. Now if I think, about my wish to learn the dance when I was little now is the time to acquire it. May be the bones would be a little stiff but still it is better than a stiff journey and will only make an enjoyable to travel. May be that’s the reason if you believe in reincarnation, we don’t remember our past lives because god wants us to look forwards and fresh in a better way. Past can only be knowledgeable for a lesson and never worshiped. To end with the words of Jane Austen

“You must learn some of my philosophy. Think of the past as the remembrance that gives you pleasure”

Prayer to the Mother

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Prayer for the kind of alike self
To mother nature- we need your help
We are children belonging to you
Don’t let us forget how to be true
Our mistakes are beyond par
We savagely destroyed so much in war
Cutting the trees and building own house
On persistence neglecting everyone else arouse
Your broken heart belongs to us
Never did anything to make it up
We are sorry for what we did
Don’t be so angry on the human seed
Your children died selfless because of us
We never raised a chin to dusk
Chances are tomorrow some people may forget
May not even still bothered to be wet
But there are children that love you to the core
Whose morning and evening rest on your shore
Your eyes are our soul to heaven
On your shoulders we can sleep on seven
We together will try to make it a safer place
Where you and we can coexist with space
Help us, as we pray to you
O Mother Nature, you’re our only clue
O Mother Nature, you’re our only clue

This poem is dedicated to the natural disaster in uttarakhand, India. Rather calling it as natural disaster, we are the one that made it to happen. Time is short, life is shorter. We love our kids and try to give them the best things available and still treasure to pass on them a burden of a barren earth with no life. Ever think they will die of hunger, of water and of air if we continue to pollute out environment at same pace. Nature never destroys; just we try to cross the line. Let us help Mother Nature in protecting us and let her live so as our future generations to come with peace and quality.

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Masquerades

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There are many faces of us to see
Some are beautiful and some ugly to be
Chances uphold for you to meet
One in all different aspects of me

I choose the golden one for the day, where I meet people who seem okay. They try to be my friends of all ships of tree; virtually everything is sweet as meant to be. But the moment occurs behind my back, I see the illusion of each their prank. Back biting isn’t the only thing I fear to see, as one in all different aspects of me.

Next to choose the blue one for the dusk, all together hiding of day and night ends up in musk. We travel with thousand faces to churn, like a candle accompanied by loneliness to burn. I try to meet some stranger of my life, turning the pages silently into the fight. Still I haven’t saw the face I am looking far right, may be the masquerades exists in place of sight.

Last I choose for purple to fix with my beautiful red lips. There are dreams of passion, of music and of life, I may dance for a while or look at the mirror in side. My masquerades too are pretty heavy on kind; I fought with them all through the night. I try to be alone without their kite but the strings are pretty neat to be tight. I have held my wishes of broken lies, no more faces of ugly and bright. I just want to be in love for one only mighty be, like pinching rest different aspects of me.

Purple pink blue yellow to won
My eyes are looking for a new dawn
These masquerades are pretty tight
Choosing beneath of darkness and light
There are many faces of us to see
Some are beautiful and some ugly to be

Living life – no kidding!

“This life is what you make it. No matter what, you’re going to mess up sometimes, it’s a universal truth. But the good part is you get to decide how you’re going to mess it up. Girls will be your friends – they’ll act like it anyway. But just remember, some come, some go. The ones that stay with you through everything – they’re your true best friends. Don’t let go of them. Also remember, sisters make the best friends in the world. As for lovers, well, they’ll come and go too. And baby, I hate to say it, most of them – actually pretty much all of them are going to break your heart, but you can’t give up because if you give up, you’ll never find your soulmate. You’ll never find that half who makes you whole and that goes for everything. Just because you fail once, doesn’t mean you’re gonna fail at everything. Keep trying, hold on, and always, always, always believe in yourself, because if you don’t, then who will, sweetie? So keep your head high, keep your chin up, and most importantly, keep smiling, because life’s a beautiful thing and there’s so much to smile about.”
Marilyn Monroe

How much is close enough?

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How much is close enough?
How to disclose enough?
I am confused being me
I tried to fix the left of we
There you tried to hold
Scold me to unfold
Now If I say I love you
And thinking of you again
I can see to it be truly wow
I don’t even like you now

This is the overly time
And the over nuisance of you
You can’t drop me to match
I won’t let you forget the scratch
When you feel the ciao
It’s when you do the bow
I can see to it be truly wow
I don’t even like you now

Find yourself as I am finding me
I am truly in love with why I left we
Treasure Treasure, I feel within
Escapism is the merely a route being mean
Like it to say you love me again
Let me hear it tease your brain
And now I can see to it be truly wow
Hell to care, I don’t even like you now

Dangerous Connections

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Connections are dangerous than lies
No matter how much the fact you deny
The lie we settle may end up on the front
But the connections follow you all through the run
They are fiery and they have the power
If you don’t agreed, they will make you shower
With head behind and hands full of ties
Ultimately the connection can make you die
Choose wisely whom you trust
Whom you join hands constructing full thrust
Complications can be solved without sight
But eyes frequently see what you try to fight
You may ignore the help pleaded differently
What may end up falling sufficiently
Pulling up the hair and choosing the right dance
Life may suck over the dramatic chance
Alive is you should breathe to fly
Connections are always dangerous than lies
They are fiery and they have the power
If you don’t agreed, they will make you shower
With head behind and hands full of ties
Ultimately the connection can make you die

How Strange are these Strangers

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How strange are these strangers, walking into our life
Sometimes they tear us apart, sometimes they make us smile.
From being a present to the soul, or sometimes a forgotten past being fooled
True are the facts of this danger, how strange actually are these strangers

First they try to befriends, thoroughly turn us into dark unknown warren end
Very few to discover for a while, too much to trust in diminutive of a mile
Custom being to the closest of person they choose & let to believe never would let us lose,
Still a dice is rolled on red roamers, how strange are actually these lone strangers

So how you decide them enough? Being the stranger to a closest buff

Moving from trusts to train, a medium stands there all like the bait
To lure of the emotions you feel, destroying of the images in mirror you see
We may cross our arms to close the thoughts, to forget of what all have lost
It still eagerly waits for the impact to be major, how strange are actually these strangers

If I am to ask you only one plea I might, what does u seek stranger? Why do you bite?
To welcome you in life is all a mistake, but still to forgive you nothing more at stake
There are chances you’ll have friend, better or worse than more other men,
What you’ll never have is a friend of favor, letting you inside a hearts endeavor

May be I wish you to just endure your life, to choose the right on best of time
If I seek to teach, maybe just a lesson to take up an entire lifetime for speech
So here I choose not to be like the one who will always remain an odder
True are the facts of this danger, how strange actually are these strangers