Sometimes, stepping into the unknown can be very scary yet extremely beautiful as it opens a new door offering growth, opportunities, lessons and happiness.
Many say, life is beautiful. At least, I have heard people say that to motivate me and others. I think, like writers, people have a tendency to present everything as beautiful to hide its truth.
One can’t write unless one feels. Though I feel something almost everyday, yet there are some days when my mind is void of all. There is a numbness that I feel all over me, inside and outside. At such a time, I crave for a muse and reminisce the loss of many muses in the past who played a beautiful role in shaping variant parts of me.
Art is a blessing to humanity.
It provides a vision beyond sanity.
It engulfs us into its own world
where beauty persists and emotions are swirled.
I possess a good amount of sanity.
Maybe, that’s why I preach humanity
and I don’t follow a particular religion,
which has become the cause of people’s division.
She is lost in his eyes. Though, it is just a picture and today she will see him at last, yet she can’t help being mesmerized each time she looks at his face and thinks of his sweet way of talking. This is the time when all her fantasies will be tested.
You are close to my heart,
far by distance though not that far,
beautiful, elegant, intelligent and smart,
shining bright in the night as a star.
I don’t know you
but I feel like I do.
There is a strange connection
between me and you.
Sometimes, it’s calm—
a sight to see.
The white waves on the gushing water
makes the soul feel so serene.
You are my muse.
The light so heavenly
shines upon me,
bestowing its blessing.
The alphabets start shaping
themselves without any