soul curry curious questions

Have anyone ever thought why are we here for?What is that reason that always inspires us to go for its oracled paths even if sometimes we do not want to?If there is any parallel universe shouldn,t we go to meet ourselves?Are we at present what we are supposed to be?If yes,should we stop?And if no,from where would be our start?Are the intutions and nature prompts real or self framed fantasies?Should we always be result oriented or optimistically practical of nothing?Have we as cheechako prepared ourselves to curtain the drape of patience and non mine virtues?Have we gone far ahead from the common feelings of donnism and prejudiced reactions?Aren't the synergy of agression in depression,frenemity in consanguinity and probity in ----making life calculation more complex?

I SAW YOU SMILED……………..

When I fell down and wasn’t hurt but still I screamed and danced,
I saw you smiled.
When there was only one piece of cake and my epicurean at stake but I offered,


I saw you smiled.


When you were waiting and I was late but still I tried to deosculate,


I saw you smiled.


When you were frown and I was down but still I stared,


I saw you smiled.


When I was with my friends and you passed by without looking at my eyes,


I saw you smiled.


When air was dry and in your thoughts was I,


When you were working but thoughts were mine


When rain was dancing but you were dry,


When the birds squacked in clear blue sky,


When you were alone and your heart was singing,


I saw you smiled...............

Life………

Life………

Life is an echo;

all comes back,

the gud,

the bad,

the false,

and the true.

life is a music

If lyrics are arranged

You can dance,u can sing

And can get through.

Life is a hope

Like a spark in dark

And a smile in blue

Life is a feeling

Very soft and very tender

Too lovely and too happy

Like an angel in the sky

And a baby-birdie fly

Like a river dance and windy stare

Like his love and her share

Like the fantasies of a child

And childness in an old

Life is a the most fantastic story ever told….

My days…………

ries,malin

 

I close my eyes to look at the years,

Where childhood stays in happy gears.

Hopping in the woods and lying on the ground,

Talking to bird lings and learning their sounds.

Playing new games and making own rules,

Driving my boat across the pool.

Swinging in the air and dancing on the tune,

Climbing on the trees and crying for the moon.

Pampering the dolls and sitting on the throne,

gossiping alone with a meaningless tone.

Riding the cycle like a king on the road

Feeling proud of every thing in my bode.

…………………………………………………………

Bickering with friends and making them cry,

Bringing back the smiles and winning the sky.

Looking at the stars and dancing in the rain,

Flying with the kites and whistling with the train.

Pleading the cuckoo for one more stay,

Carpe-diem.Yes I seized my day.

Beyond the sky and beneath the field,

Gazing at the trivial and building a shield.

Steeping the ice creams and licking of hand,

Shouting at the waves and saving the sand.

Giggling with pals and sleeping with dreams,

Bluffing the bigs and fictioning screams.

……………………………………………………………….

The time has gone but the child remains

In the corner of the heart, in the memory lanes.

Where he stays like a shining star,

To remind us- who, why and what we are.

The star is smiling and so am I,

I close my eyes to get back my sky.

Sky full of rainbows and glare of the sun

With rays of hope and clouds of fun.

Each day brings up a brand new story

But the same old zeal, same old glory.

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Desire of a dew drop

One day when she unfolded her eyes,she saw him again with the same shine of love.


He embraced her in the comatose and now is happy to catch the tartar.


She could feel his cold touch.


She could sedate his unspoken affection.


Both of them are listening to the arcane silence which contained the aura of care,love and consanguinity.


They are invincible but novice of love.


Yet they know they are complete together.


She tried to hold this serendipity by closing her eyes.


She could see her implicit recreation in the form of his unconditional and considerate consort.


They were flying across the streaks of cosmic light in the dark.


Their hearts were connected and pink with love.


They could foster their fidelity and togetherness,


But surrounded by a specious fear.


They held each other tighter but when she opened her eyes….he was gone.


She closed her eyes again to find him within.


He went back to fall again in love and enchant the tragedy of their ephemeral love


It was a seized fate which wrote the desire of a dewdrop that the next day sun gets a pillow of mountain.


Next day when she unfolded her eyes she saw him again with the same shine of love.