If someone says, You can’t do it, Show them, You can do it. Who are them To analyse you Who are them To measure your capabilities They don’t know you Only you knows you Don’t allow anyone To make your can Into can’t…
I am not pointing out any personalities through my writings. I read one article today, based on those characters, my heart forcing me to focus one common theme – SELF LOVE.
I know, You loves yourself More than anything in this world Your eyes never search for anyone Your eyes never seeks for love Than your love… I don’t find anything beautiful than me I don’t want anyone to get inside me A complete personal choice of life I can’t favor your self affection You never cares for any beings How can you love this much Can’t you see any eyes fills with love Are you Intentionally rejecting all I suggest her to look many eyes Not always into mirror of reflections
Is it self love or out of love? What you think about self love in an extreme way…….
What is life Shows me the directions Hidden paths always hides Time to discover The right route Control the anxious future Slowly erase the path Hard and tough process Hold to present Self evaluation mode on Check the possibilities ……………………………………
All I wish for is to look at you Silently.... Just be far away, to listen my heart To know the real pulse of nature I just close my eyes for a minute So that I can feel the love of nature All my heart wants is to shutdown More like everything the world is full of... Let me close the gateway of darkness And enter into the world of enormous Love and peace....... My eyes slowly opens up To accept the reality of real world... Without losing me..... Without losing my identity.....
She is my “Muthu” always ( Muthassi short form). I can’t see her now, I can’t touch her now, I can’t play with her now but she remains in my heart as a greatest friend. I don’t know how much we both loved each other.
I used to lift her, on that time she added with a laugh ” You don’t know my weight”😊 She loved to visit temples before sunrise. She was very fond of telling krishna mythological stories, she loved to watch devotional serials, she covered the television screen before the serial got over.It’s hard to put her memories all together. I don’t wish to share all her memories here, not because of words limitation rather I want those to be inside me.
When she was (physically) alive, we both valued and loved so much. After her death, I can’t see her in front of me, but I can see her through my heart, what is invisible to eyes, can be seen by heart, unfortunately others can’t see her.
Nowadays, people starts and ends everything in social media platforms. The real happiness or feelings are not that can be shown by sharing a post. I never thought to share this day as a post, but I wrote a few things on her to show how wonderful she was (is).. how innocent she was (is).. Without much sufferings on her last days, she left this world.
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