I do not agree that “beauty is in the eyes of the beholder.” To me, it is a statement reflecting dependency. To me, beauty rests within you even if the beholder can’t see it. It is important for you to see it, not for the beholder.
You are like the sun and my life is like the Earth. It revolves around you. As soon as I decide to go away from you, your sincere efforts hold me back. I feel that this time I will pull so far away from you that all the strings that bind me to you will break. I will walk away from you and will miss you a lot in my life later. But that will only happen when I am able to break the strings attached to you which I am not able to.
Some people appear
to be sweet as sugar
but in real
are cold as ice. They trigger
you to say and do bitter
and only blame you later
for your behavior.
It aches to stay away from you. You are still a thought, but now with an essence. It aches to think that I will not think of you. It aches to wipe off all the possibilities from my mind— the fights, the resolutions, all the hugs and warmth—everything. It aches to believe that you will always remain just a thought.
To err is human.
We stumble and we fall
in an up-and-down situation,
till the end, to know it all.
The people who meet me after a while in my life almost always remark that ”you’ve changed a lot.” The elders usually refer the growth to my physical aspects such as height and build while those cotaneous find my speech to be filled with more maturity and understanding.
Black Tie scolds Arjun and Shehan Soyza for conducting ‘unmanly’ behaviours and they couldn’t imagine even to marry each other, though another major factor affecting that was the conflict between Tamil and Sinhala castes. The glances that both of them steal of each other make the plot strong and worthwhile. Alas, such implications and behaviours also make people tag as them, especially Arjun, as the ‘Funny Boy’.
Butterflies in their stomachs,
Cheeks gleamed in pink hue
Lips played the game of seal and unlock
To share a bit of their life’s rue.
In my Hindi generic lectures in college, the teacher teaches us that an individual meets together to make a group, mostly ethnic, the ethnic groups together form a community, establishing its rules and regulations, and many communities join together to form a society. One such society is a nation. So, if we derive, one individual is what makes a nation or in other terms, an individual is the smallest unit of a society such as a nation.