I WAS THERE IN THE GARDEN WITH THE REST OF THE FLOWERS HIDING IN THE CORNER SENSITIVE TO TOUCH I WRAPPED MY PETALS (ARMS) AROUND ME ,SCARED I HUGGED MY STEM(KNEES) PEOPLE AROUND KEEP TOUCHING ME MAYBE ITS SOMETHING WHICH GIVE THEM PLEASURE BUT IT ASKS ME TO SUFFER
I SCREAM LATE IN THE NIGHTS CAGED MY SELF IN MY ROOM PRISONED MY SOUL AND LET THE LONELINESS CONSUME
TEARS DROPPING DOWN FROM THE CORNER OF MY EYE DRIED AND LIFELESS I HAVE LET MY INNER SOUL DIE AND LAYED SPINELESS
TO EVERY TOUCH I REACTED PEOPLE CALLED ME DRAMATIC IT SEEMS LIKE MY LIFES PLAYING WITH MY SECRETS AND IT MADE ME PHLEGMATIC
"Growth is unlimited and development is limited. Growth has many dimensions whereas development doesn't " . This was the basic difference i learned in home science between growth and development. But you know what , we grow every day ! Every single day of our life we realise and we analyse something different about us. In terms of learning or in terms of knowing , we acquire and we grow. Growth is not just the physical aspect but also mental and social ones as well.
Just like us our feelings also grow from one another. LOVE from heartaches HATE from betrayals HAPPINESS from sadness And SUCCESS from failure.
We are born , we are loved We play and we learn We fall and we rise And we cry when burned.
Life is just the other word of growth. You learn to walk by falling on the paths of life. You learn to hold on things when you lose them once . You learn to smile through tears and you love after being broken .
I am a child of September, Born beneath The chambers of sins and secrets, I shed my wings when the sun Dance in the sangria skies And you see me in colors After the northern lights
Once upon a time, I was a speck of dust in the universe Wearing the voice notes Of a lost dandelion seed, Floating with the dying leaves In quest of salvation
Armed with a pot of wisdom, I step out of the shadows And walk side by side with the sun, I ask the wind To scatter the dandelion wishes Clipped to my wings And take me away to places I've only seen in my wildest dreams
I am a child of September, The body language And remnants of love as old as time Lying on a bed of perennial hope, I wrap myself In summer's fading glow Waiting for the autumn light to touch me.