You might find me as fearless and selfish – because you see I do not get afraid of things you do. I don’t worry about if the sky will fall or the earth will burst into pieces? I do not pay attention to people you do? Why should I concern to these when I have my own plate in front of me? Fully embellished!
I have fears but they’re my own, hidden, melded under my skin and that your sightless eyes cannot see. I fear about letting things go that hurt me the most, I fear about falling for what I love, I fear to fight, I fear to cry, I fear to believe, I fear to be called stupid with no judgment skills, I fear to be heard and I fear to move on.
I have fears that scare me to death – but I have the courage, unflinching hope, deep humility and the resilience to live with these. And this do the magic, this makes me FEARLESS to you.
I’m cold and sour sometimes; sometimes ostensibly fleecy like snow. Drowning sometimes under the veneer of memories while sometimes swaying over the ocean all alone. Sometimes I run away to defy these hollow conventions and then being pulled back again with my laborious soul.
I am starving severely for love at moments and sometimes crave for not being adored anymore. Sometimes preaching morality is my utmost desire and sometimes I’m cruelest the most.
I am neither good nor bad; I am lost somewhere in between. I am lost somewhere in between.
Humans are unpredictable, downright.
Tendered, loving and indulgent at a moment, ruthless, inconsiderate and unsparing same time. They are open books of blank pages, with nothing inscribed on them. The organized surprising species.
You cannot claim you know them, they are balls moving into diverse directions, following erratic patterns while formulating no shapes. Scary in all meanings, inconsistent in emotions, with no everlasting feelings.
The land of peace, the Land of love
Valley of hope, house of valour
Luxuriant happiness, unbounded care
Alighted from heaven, cascades of Love
Cool breeze, calm trees, sweet water
Shine of bead’s cluster, gleaming sky
Glittering lakes, beautiful like the farther stars
No stromes, no shril
No one will be scared, No grills
Groans, moans will not be there
Neither bloodshed nor hunger.