A small story I heard…

father son
Pointing to a map, a son asked his father, “Daddy, who scribbled on this map with lines and colors”?
Father replied,”definitely it’s not god”.

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Change…

change

Change is necessary and will happen. But what happens when we fail to realize that. When a mental illness like OCD takes a lot of time of your life, something similar happens. When things got better I tried to fit into that void I thought existed irrespective of age. But unfortunately, it was difficult. When you are with people five years less your age, thinking you are that age, with time you realize something is not right. So if there is a mental illness see a doctor without waiting too long. Everything has a solution. Take care guys

Fairy…

bride
Like tiny flapping wings,
She has her cute yes,
Like reddish rose petals,
She has her curly lips,
Don’t know who she is,
But sometimes come in my dreams,
Like a reflection on the surface,
Like a fairy standing in green woods,
She seems very near yet too far,
And vanishes soon hiding her face,
When I try to touch…

Scattering…

dewdrops
From the morning dewdrops on leaves,
Sunrays are scattering like rainbows,
Like someone’s prayers got answered,
Like someone’s dreams got blessed,

The spring bought new colors,
The flowers swayed in a trance,
The birds started flying around,
Delighted it became a hopeless mind.

The nectar of life…

moon_flower
Beautiful it is, the nectar of life,
When the melody of heart sync,
Sweet it is, the nectar of life,
When the rhythm of love mingle,

Oh, round smiling perfume bathed flowers,
Can you share some to the passing breeze,
Let it touch me below this moonless night,
Like a shower from above, this dark night,

Beautiful it is, the nectar of life,
When the melody of heart sync.

Oh, wonderfully hanging twinkling stars,
Can you share some of your cute dreams,
Let it fill me with hopes on this empty street,
Like a lullaby from foregone childhood night,

Sweet it is, the nectar of life,
When the rhythm of love mingles.