Wrapped in a satin thin white poem inside the labyrinth of worldly affairs, she is spreading her aura in all possible beautiful ways. She scribbles poetries about stars on a dark night with frozen eyes.
Little words she writes, little she lives. Little by little, her little becomes her vicinity, an abode of her favourite metaphors. She reads long poems so just she can be with herself a little longer and unbuttons her soul to let it fly with every breath she takes in.
She touches those unscented shimmer of clouds between lines and is not ashamed of. The poetic verses of love does not interest her soul much for she believes poetic love that is scribbled on paper does not evaporate to one's eyes but one's heart. And heart does not interests but lives, finds solace in everything it seeks. Her heart gulps cadavers of dead hopes and humanity which she writes on paper each night with sobs and knavish nights.
The death of her hopes cuddles her with white jasmines, stars and moon hold her tears and smiles beneath the silver linings of white clouds and promise her to meet in heaven where you and I both will be beautiful, she and her dead hopes. -wordslinger
Isn't it the true love?! When I see you smiling I start smiling like an infant; You stare, I blush. You pull me close, I feel our heartbeats The symphony of love At night. It's not passionate, But with eternal vulnerability Only between us Forever. O my love, I feel you. You feel me. Only staring at each other All the night with magical Affection. In between your Cosy warm arms, When your lips come to Touch mine, Finally, My dream breaks. How can you still go? Isn't it the true love?
The only thing that makes a balance in your life is finding a true love and holding their palms and staring into their soul through their eyes. The burning passion with emotional vulnerability, the trust in between two souls can lead you towards your greatest life full of achievements. You'll be happy to hear that you are rare. And according to all, you are the luckiest. Indeed. Because there are some people with empty pockets, hungry stomachs and most importantly, with broken hearts — odds and obstacles but they are full of amazing imaginations, soulful mindsets, strong determinations and undeniable trust on themselves. May be you are one of them. You wake up from your own, erasing the betrayal past. And you'll also be happy to hear that you are rare. According to the most, you are supremely blessed. Because there are many people for whom dreaming itself a dream. Unlike the luckiest and blessed human beings, they forget to dream and stay as victims forever with personal insecurities. They just wish that someone,somewhere will soon make a change. But before the change comes,the whole sand comes down in the hourglass of life. HAVE YOU ALREADY FELT THAT YOU ARE ONE OF THE 3rd TYPE PEOPLE?? You'll be happy to know that all think that you are the inspiration. Your stories of failure are the moral stories. People learn from your mistakes. You inspire them and can see your dreams through them. And from now... I do believe that you'll start believing in yourself; as you, the Inspiration of All, have been inspired.
Happy World Mental Health Day to all of you... It's your tale~