visit to secrets

Secrets are one treasure-like sayings which make us either to conceal or too secretive.

they are roads to curiosity,u want to either know them or either keep them till the last day..

but they are very important in our minds and souls,

they somehow teach us the correct meaning of mistakes and deeds,

some teach us the patience of situations,

some teach us the change of view of someone or the other,

and some are there with us throughout,

sometimes we know the truth but we are bound to keep quite and not let it out,some truths are there just for destructions of unity and well-being..

each of us whether young or old have soo much hidden inside us,

little little secrets and the big big ones as well,

we realise that one day we have to let all out and if we have to then why do we keep them for such long durations?who are we hidding it from?

its a human mind afterall,cant argue with its temperments,

they are at times impossible and at times digestable..

secrets are like medicines,they can either cure u or either destroy u,

when we keep lots of things inside us we tend to bend to pain and insecurity,

these hidden treasures are not always as valuable as they seem to be,they arent so great that we have to give its hard glow on our lives,

we have to throw them into the sea and forget about them,cause some treasures are not ours,actually no ones..

She turns ten,my little princess..

She is now a big girl,
finally ten years old on the 8th of september,
what a journey so far,i still remember that little pink blossom in my arms sleeping peacefully..
and today a big girl she is,tall and beautiful forever..
time has changed,so strong and modest she has become with so much of confidence and knowledge and she is fearless of the coming up challenges,good job i think in my mind,
this is our youth,the one who will rise and bring us fruits of creativity and freshness..
she has kept me in the thought of her small little hands now becoming in shape and she a lady,
i miss those childhood days when i use to admire her all day long,her johnson baby lotion and her fragrant smell,my god what a child she was,
may god give her all the happiness in the world,with all the strength and power to make her duties right and always stay small and adorable,
i dont want her to grow up too fast..
love u my angel..

A Bath Through The Rays

How beautiful it is to see the rays passing through u,on the rays i see my life focus like a projector running picture after picture,

i drove pass the bay of rays one afternoon and then i realised i saw a reflection i was waiting for,

have u ever seen the rays and felt like u have had a bath or they went pass through u making u feel like an open book?must have i believe cause i have felt it,

an afternoon after heavy rain,when the sun comes out for its welcome is when u realise the warmth in the air,till before u were enjoying those cool breeze and the chills through ur nose,the moody mood for a nap and some hot snacks comes to an end when he comes with its soldiers,the rays..

i felt like some part of my body feels light and recalled,

i closed my eyes and heard my heartbeats and felt as though the feelings in me are valueless to the phase i am going through,my eyes streched all along and when i lost sight i hummed the sound of light and its beauty so new that for once i forgot myself and lived a moment of shine.

i understand the importance of nature as i want to serve what i wish to,

as our days pass,nature shows its colours and none of us can go against it,bow down and accept either its good or bad,

so does it allow us to stop the happiness of someone's gift if we cant get it?

its a sin if we do so,our views are there and will be ours forever but someone's gift's right is never ours and we can never take it for them even it is not suitable for us,

its theirs and they one day or the other had to achieve it so they have now our senses tell us not to allow them to let them take it we start our charts of comments,i have realised that each of us and everyone of us has some dreams and wishes,some of these wishes are granted and some take time to be granted..

but all will be afterall,one day...

Jolly for Life

The year is coming to an end soon,singapore's national day together with india and pakistan's independence days are coming up this august,looking back,a history of freedom has been granted to nations and all free for their lives and we celebrate it by being a part of it,respect and relief it gives to the citizens of that country or nation and proud u feel for have served in some way or the other.Staying in a country for over a long time gives us a whole book of experiences and tasks,so much happens,comes and goes and we play with it like puppets.Afterall thats what makes u a human of right and wrong,if u dont see the world from the nearest eyes then a wider picture shall swallow u one day..
Many occasions have passed by and i have grasped quite lot of it,being a silent observer it gives me great pleasure to hear,respond and sense the clues around me hidden in words,stories,tears and laughter.
I feel like a magnet without magnetism,but full of force and gravity,so much of absorption and less of reduction,the right usage of my world is my sharp eyes which not only take also give a lend.
We go around seeing the new part of the story and trying to make some practical conclusions out of it but how successful we get depends of the reasons we give ourselves,many times when we sit in a group of chats we try to argue with some facts of the others which might not be suitable for us but gives the others happiness,so shall be for once make a shallow heart and compromise or shall we be like others strong and stubborn,cause if its not my cup of tea so wont be urs,
thats rude i believe,though i have a fixed view i believe that give ur opinion first as a relative and then as a friend,only then will u and the person make a correct movement out of that topic,sometimes situations are such that being practical is like being nonsencical,afterall u have to think from the heart and mind not only from one component,
I hear new accounts in the walk,
so much of extra information that now i am getting aware of the future state and conditions,
looks like the year ahead shall bring some gloomy fireworks..

Jungle of Tears

A Jungle,

so big,so wide,so long and unlasting,

u can forever run ahead and never turn back to come home cause its a place where u loose ur distance and get lost.

Its the same for tears,

We can caught in them and never realize how deeply lost we get in them and their flow,

so salty and wet they are just like a jungle early in the morning..

How do we get caught in them without a reason>not possible,there has to be some heavy thud behind the net..

So unbearable it gets when we are confused,engaged,caught and there is no way out.

a trap is circularly rounded around our lives and we cant get out of it till there's no miracle.

A pal inside me always says that when there is no miracle,there is a source above it and its a dark roomed sunshine.

where is comes from is from the evil inside the mind,hidden somewhere there..

it always speaks when we dont want it to and its because of the burning voices which trap us in pain so deeply that we get caught in the jungle of tears without even realizing its inhale,and we cant exhale as its too late,something similar to a smoking puff once it touches ur lips u just cant resist its existance.

the same for them,they just flow and flow and stop only when u want them to...

Green Petals

Dew on them,lightly resting in sleep for its their turn,the petals wake up soon moving alittle ,the sun has swallowed the moon and the rays bright,
the time has arrive,i hear new things,new views,how amazing the minds are..
Michael Jackson died yesterday,
a news i heard in sleep and then stood up in shock,
People come and go,birth gives happiness,new hopes,glad heartbeats but death gives sorrows,traumas,heartache and a movement very painful to attempt.
he was a good singer,a man who helped got disgraced and also claimed,
he has seen success,he has seen failures and also unconditional love,
what a man he must have felt of himself when he use to face the mirror in the morning,the fame the beauty,the money,the words,the notes,wow..
when his heart rate stopped,how many things he must be wanting to do,
he planned so much,
maybe he wanted to say
maybe he wanted to buy his last meal..
so much..
he has left the world with a history of sound and voice and so much talent..
god bless hiim always..

Clueless Creativity

Silence is one of the most sensitive points in life,they speak right in the eyes straight and sound.I have never seen such beautiful eyes,so pure,so radiant,full of life hidden behind the lashes,behind they walls of the eyes there is a hidden story,there is noone here who is so close,your city is so strange shows something and teaches the taught.I dont know what will happen next but i know i will see more and more and so much that it would be hard to count the experiences.Turn back and see what you have left the good,the beautiful and the torture,there is so much to hold in the bucket but the amount is nowhere.
Once when you forget to close ur book and the ink mark the night follows and the flow goes by what is left is the same empty page and the dried ink bottle,its the same when an incident breaks you and by morning all the tears are dried up.
On the forehead of the sky,there is a bay of hopes,
a row of tears and a kingdom of pain.