Not all whom you think to be your friends, are actually your friends!!
The less you care, the less you are hurt!!
PC: My Soul mate ❤
Passed another day
With usual joy and gay
To home we return
Full travel worn
Enjoying the ride in our pace
I see your grinning face
Outside a little dark
On your face, a wider smirk
There comes a snowy square box
A cute voice says “Mamma, unbox”
My eyes protruded in astoundment
Staring at it in amazement
A pink string, sparkling
And the gems, scintillating
Startled and stunned!
Oh my soul-bird
I am so stirred!
Fountain of our life
Keeps rolling; in the afterlife
Midst of everything
Our love proceeds, unending
The oneness, which the world has no clue
Let’s forget ourselves in this unknown hue….!!
The hustle and bustle in your life
Seems so creepy at times
Makes you wonder, is it all for a purpose?
Or just to teach some lessons?
Whichever it may be,
We have to take it, on the chin!
Life constantly keeps us in its spell
Shooting an array of Why? For this? Oh No! …
Sometimes those lost moments
Seem to test the limits of your soul!
Well, these poignant seconds are counted
And make you open your heart and eyes
Beneath lies the traces of fear
But cross the road…With a Smile!
Have faith and persevere,
Yes, whatever you are in pursuit of
Is swaying in the shadows
In wait of the apt moment to show up!
Though unfair at first,
Bit by bit, you see a new reflection
Quashing those obstacles
With your strength of will;
Which you never realized you have, yet!
So you let the cards unfold
Let your story be shown
Keep your head up, you always deserve to
Soon you will be wearing the crown!!
The testing of the tenacity;
Ain’t a great phase to pass by!
The tremors felt to the fullest
The hurricane of bewildering emotions
Inside her head they rush out
No recess just gush of thoughts
It’s all tangled and tortuous
Some distractions seem so calm
And silence seems too noisy
Vicious whirlwind in her head
Could be a severe weather on her way forward
Amidst all these stormy weather
All see the moon on her face
For she remains unmoved
Though, that ain’t effortless
All geared up to surf the tide of time
Holding her wingman stronger than ever
Rest, relax, restrain…..
Regained it all, she!
For she knows the power of tolerance is impeccable
And the fruit of perseverance is sweet and imperishable
Waiting and appreciating the game of life
For she knows at the end she’ll win
When she thought she almost lost the game
Nothing is constant; so is this moment
Hang on to that gift called faith
Which will weather all the storms
And every storm is followed by a rainbow
The bow of vibrance which tints her sky with gleams of colours!!