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.

             

Soul above all...

I'm familiar with that past on which I'm crawled to reach the point, which of course not that I actually meant for, where I preferred to stay for a moment to analyse my own past. It wouldn't take much time to realise the transformation, somehow happened to my mind, don’t even I know exactly the process or even the principal which governs it. But found it easy to remind those observations I remarked on various leaf notes those had been preserved somehow.

And If I continue the same way I'm writing right now, my mind wouldn't end up thinking and of course the content limit for this Microsoft word document will support till its last breath but the only problem is with time. And its limit made me divert towards the way which is going to end up the whole write up in a brief.    

The point from where it’s all introduced into the process is that day I started looking at the fate subjected to the universe kept on expanding all around. It wasn't “LIKE” a kid, but a kid looking around for an opportunity to flip a coin high enough to get a favourable turn from the fate itself. And unfortunately got a chance to try a flip, since it was unfortunate hence made it into what it’s determined for.

As I'm a gambler of my own life, that setback motivated me to keep on moving towards another opportunity with a hope for getting a fortunate one. And this time an opportunity came with a glow which twinkled my mind but surpassed it. It was of course a failure but a fortunate one. The word ‘twinkled’ I used is self-defined its fixed position (like a star). As it started twinkling, the world started looking towards it with an expectation. As stars don’t care for the world’s expectation of light, it moulded into a fixed nature and also behaviour towards the world.

But mind is just a part which is fixed and now time came to incorporate “the soul” into the ground to give a chance for the same coin flipped earlier. Since our soul is the ultimate governor of the fate, it seems a formality indeed.

---- Mind is not everything, soul lies above it----