Even a lie can be tolerated my friend!
I disliked it not because it was a lie, because it had no grace in it. It was as false statement as when someone says,
'It's perfect!'
Nothing is 'perfect' until you say it is. Because, afterwards, it does not matter. You said it, you made it. Why would I measure it with my limited source of knowledge? After all, it's you, where I rest my questionnaire and myself too.
You are an ocean full of inspiration and aspiration. You may never know any of this ever. Just feel it whenever I make humble attempt to make myself worthy of everything that pleases you from the core of my heart.
Maybe the air has no language. But, when it flows calmly passing by you, you hear it singing a song very beautifully. At that time it becomes a breeze. You can add your music to it or just feel quietly, admiring the beauty and the grace which was earlier seems had no language to hear or understand with.
Nights after night can be put down to thoughts. And all it can read the murmuring soliloquy. Which may of no use to anyone as it has no relation to anyone's conscience but the self. Unless and until someone becomes one to it, it cannot produce a painting, a literature or a song.
Series of thoughts are like, bubbles blown by the toy. It comes out hurriedly and vanishes through the air as if never existed. Only difference in bubbles and thoughts are, they produced in different states of emotion. Bubbles are in joy. Thoughts are in trouble.
Sound is a tricky medium to get an attention. You blow trumpet on a busy street. There might be a possibility people will ignore you. Kick an empty can on the road in the dark midnight, there will be bunch of windows may start yelling at you afterwards.
Picture speaks a thousand words is what all they say. Yet, there are some certain arrangements of words dipped in emotions that shows you one hell of a picture you couldn't have seen, cannot imagine and cannot forget afterwards.
Books are like those friends who don't listen ever. Just keep giving whatever have inside of them. Most of all, they don't change opinions.
Trees standing like matured personalities and the roads being bit immature going in shapes besides them is the picture perfect! Blend is an ultimate elegance!
I wonder if you get anything I say to you. It will be better that you keep it to yourself and let me pretend that you do. It's good for both of us. Because, it's not necessary that every time an answer comes to the question. Question may come as well and then it will be no longer remain a conversation, arguments, if I may guess it right. Let go of that thought already!
There's a secret to know when is enough. When the intensity of your ultimate laughter comes down to stretch of a smile that's when, it's enough!
Anything can inspire you in the life to move ahead and be successful. It can be a book of thousand words or a simple phrase. It can be a painting or a song. It can be a person or a thing. It can be a place or just anything. Everything is there around you, till something of it touches you deeply.
The fear of losing depends on the value of a particular thing on a particular time.
Time is always partial. It runs faster when you don't feel it around and bothers you till you get used to it when you really want it to pass from you!
Some say forgive and forget, some say forget but don't forgive. You should closely observe how children deals with these sayings. Children's have different approach altogether towards life. They forgive but don't forget!
There's hot summer afternoon outside and the sun is blazing. Roads have one or two vehicles running on it infrequently. Some unknown dog is barking faraway ceaselessly but in low tone. Trees seems like whispering to one another. Some minor quivering is going on inside your home. This kind of silence helps you to relax your mind.
When no work is waiting for you. No news is expected from anywhere. When your plans for tomorrow is uncertain. This time is a bunch of rarest moments of your life.
Pure emotions are heavy. Heavier than lifting the absolute weight you can ever lift.
- Silent Soliloquy
