Sometimes It's good to give up..

The Pain Inside
Deep inside the left halve I feel.
Heavy Something
to fall under gavity.
Many arteries attached
And the veins in strain
Causes pain to grow.
They call it natural,
Why couldn't I ever feel before?
Somewhere associated to the past
nearest.
And the effects in present I feel.
The past nearest I know better.
Pain would rise on approaching the reason,
If sure I am.
So I to realize "Sometimes It's good to give up"

Story a floating feather tells..

A tiny little feather I saw,
Floating in the air.

A little bird,
Amidst a flock
On her first flight
At such height.
Mr. Eagle then
Appears somehow.
Cutest little bird
With her wings newly grown,
Incapable of competing speeds.
No traditional battlefield it is,
In truth a game
Nature play to maintain itself
balanced ecologically.
And Mr. Eagle to enjoy this one.

Story tells
A tiny little feather I saw,
Floating in the air.

Sacrifice

Birds...
Free to move...
Leap Along with the winds...
Dear their mates...
Spread love around...
Sing together...
Help us recognizing the nature's tone,..
Spread peace around...
Try making us feel a paradise around...
Yet no one even care...
Polluting atmosphere...
Deforesting... 

Language of Silence

Love..
The language of silence...
backbone of everything...
you could think beyond infinity...
but absolutely nothing is there,
beyond love...
wanting values,
beyond love...

love...
The language of silence...
backbone of everything...
Heart keeps it happening...
but when mind comes in between,
things go worse..
Leads to nowhere,
beyond love...

Love...
The language of silence...
backbone of everything...
so, let it happen naturally...
keep your mind aside...
let it happen...
It brings happiness...

Love...
The language of silence...
backbone of everything.

Push Your Limits..

Walk in through the woods...
Walk in through the silence...
Oh wait...
Sound's still here...
Quite subtle...
Would you ignore?
Would you ignore the peace?
When it's scarcely being found,
In this drowning world..
I'm sure you won't find it elsewhere...
And I ain't gonna let you ignore it...
Yes I insist...
Stop repeating mistakes...
Time never gonna do any mistake...
Once you accept it,
You'll understand its worth...
If you won't,
You'll blame your luck...
And remember...
Time doesn't pass, It continues..
But in the end,
Either you rejoice...
Or regret...

That corner on the left side.

Silence is subtle,

Sound is pure,

Time's quite vulnerable,

Life's frozen where,

Thinking of that corner on the left side..

Deep inside where,

Lies a dot,

A source full of energy..

Releases power to astound our cells..

Connecting the whole universe..

Thinking of that corner on the left side..

A reservoir lies where,

Full of emotions..

Aromatic fragrance can be felt,

While relaxing around where..

Thinking of that corner on the left side..

The only living sanctum,

May let us understand the harmony within nature..

Enable us to feel the aureole around us..

Radiate serenity..

Thinking of that corner on the left side..

The Selection

I know I've never been perfect.
didn't even care indeed to be perfect,
My feelings were actually skewed to process you.

That sharp transition now you got to discriminate,
Instead of being discriminated It actually a shade of purity,
sharpest, brightest, highly conscientious shade of purity.

Love may not be its name,
rather than giving anything even slightly disadvanced,
It better have to remain unnamed.

Life is unbelievably straight,
with room enough, along its width, to make a curve.
proceeding straight through it, would be an option for intelligence.

Emotion and intelligence both always gonna remain there for being picked,
Neither one is good nor bad,
still both could either elevate you to the light or dip into the darkness.

Fortunately both still around,

Making a choice then is up to you.

Choose accordingly then accept,
Life's still yours, None could take it from you.