Another brilliant and talented actor is gone. 2020 is a big loss.
An actor who did films like Chichore and MS Dhoni, taught us to fight for life is now gone....
Suicide is not a solution. I request you all to speak up if you feel low 'cause it's okay to be not okay sometimes.
RIP Sushant Singh Rajput
You are still alive in our hearts
It only takes a moonlit night, a soft zephyr, a secluded hill, utmost tranquility, topped with scintillating hues of the night sky. And at last, garnished with the company of your loved one. Makes a perfect recipe of cosiness.
Cradling our dusty memories of proximity, whilst the stars twinkle with shimmering audacity. Reminding us of the times betwixt darkness, we held each other, protecting our light of everlasting love.
Nights are enchanting, if one knows how to make the most out of them. The divinely mystical clouds encompassing us, obliterating malice of bad memories. The translucent fog crawling besides us, eradicating the feeling of being forlorn. Nature helping us rekindle our reveries.
Happiness is nothing but seeing your beloved. The heartbeats creating a cacophony of comfort. Crowning each other as the ruler of this orchestrated music of hearts. Being the reason of existence of this everlasting love.
//The thing I never said, is that I am because you are. This bond of ours is for eternity. Never let any perpetrators pollute it. For it is a war, against the enemies of love.
The ones who despise this pure feeling. Labelling it with names, preposterous as they might be. None bestowed them the power to decide. It is a free world with a free will handed out to all.
Choice is a question of the individual and not for the society to decide. Let the season of love be celebrated as it should be.
With Red being the colour of Rose and not of Blood//
i ran rabid through the one way streets of desire for a taste of your kindness. i ran past all the ivory sunsets for a night that had encased the moon inside all that darkness. i found myself strolling at the front of your house, my feet stagnant, parallel to your room and my eyes locked at the neon glare pouring out from your window. i clenched my fist tight and punched through the wall that was hiding you from me. i wanted to hold you close to my chest and run my fingers through your hair but i had to settle for just a view.
ive been choking since, on the dreams that've now mutated into nightmares. the blues that've descended into a thick shade of grey. the red that has long escaped my veins and the black that's stuck to my skin. it was only you, all i ever fancied, and it was only me, who got ruined in the process.
#mondaymantras @mirakee The beauty of life lies not just in meagre possessions or in physical comforts. Beauty of life lies in thoughts in seeing, in listening, in feeling. life produces a mysterious music out of whatever and from Wherever is the flute
even if you are not in the position to enjoy the mysterious music of life still you can dance with the tune.
keep dancing with this excruciatingly serene tune let the wind blow and the rain pour and see in wonder how Painfully beautiful life can be Life's nothing but a paradox.