Let the darkness leads us into the light,
Let the dreams get touch the infinite height,
Like a starship speeding into the night.
Fly away with me where galaxies collide,
At the edge of space I believe, dreamers never die,
Let the thoughts become glitters of sky tonight,
Where moonlight meets to the starlight,
Let us spread some love, happiness and infinite light,
Like firework burns, bursts, brights and ignite.
Eyes are window to heart, you can't look at something without it affecting to your heart.
We all are influenced by our environment.
Every single thing we surround ourselves with, or we take inside..ultimately affects us internally.
Many of us have difficult chapters of our own life that prefer to be illusion in the closets of our memories. How do we get them on paper and share them with others? It's very hard or may be very easy question, still I am in progress to get the answer.
This question gives me pause, but it's not particular reason for me. In fact ut is a perfect lead to find something new or different.
However, uncountable questions are arriving in my mind. Should I write about the difficult chapters at all? Who will I offend? Hurt? Is it a good decision? Will I get answer? What will be the next step? Am I in illusion?
Last night, as I stood at my window, I could hear all the drizzling sounds -the thunder of clouds, spray of rain against my window, earthy scent, the sounds of leaves/trees and also a secrecy silence. I enjoyed that moment and the peace that goes with it.
It seemed as if the sounds were inviting me to become a part of them. I really cannot stop myself from going out in the balcony and getting drenched in the rain in this freeze day.
Believe me, it was hard but peaceful time for the eyes to see/feel this winter season like it. And like always I have fever because of this amazing/stupid action. Though all the plants have dark green & black color due to night but I don’t know why in this rain each one of them possesses different structure of the darkest of black and, each shape looked like a ghost.
It felt wonderful to breathe the air drown with pleasant. The smell of this lovely scent was mesmerizing!
The drops of rain hit my hands and in no time all my day’s exhaustion vanished.
I closed my eyes and tried to feel the coldness of every drop. Memories of childhood flash across my mind, my father’s care to stop me doing it, fritters and her scolding, I miss all of them.
For me the rains, not only give me an external relaxation, but I feel it also refreshes me from within.
Even I grow older, I will continuously enjoy the season ‘rains’ just like a small six-year-old kid.
Special day- or perfect day, many people say that birthday is the very special day for each and every one. It is, I do agree..
But still I feel I am the only kind of person who thinks everyday is special day, they (people) don't understand it and they begin their day with stupid things such as getting up or starting the day with of tensions/fighting and worriers, with facade ideas, it usually make their day unpleasant but the one who takes his/her day as golden opportunity to learn new things, to do something different from usual day activities, finds the real life and best out of best. This is the reason every day is best in the year.
Let me try thinking about special day, I found it today as I did not begin the day with worries, but with smile like always. Living in the moment I realized I, words, people, day, sunshine, light and bright everything is marvelous. Every passing moment was/is amazing. The power of words accelerated the process of this day new and unique and took me through the full beauty of the day. Giving words to thoughts is the hardest process and I tried a little.
The older I get, the more I learn the value of life, people and billions nanosecond of sapphire thoughts.
Which are passing even now as well..
