WORDS WITH MOON 🌜
Dear moon, how do you manage to be so beautiful inspite of your scars
Your beauty is even gaurded by millions and billions of stars
How do you transform your weakness into your strength
That's why for you, the universe has fallen
I wonder I could be a little bit like you
I too could embrace my scars the way you do
You shower your glory in the darkest of night
To make the gloomy earth lit up and bright
Sometimes when you are overwhelmed with pain
I guess you open up in front of sun
The sun tries to cheer you, but all in vain
Ending up in tears, that what we call 'morning rain'.

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A WALK THROUGH NATURE

As I walked down the aisle
Covered with the glossy and glittery ammil,
I could hear the psithurism of trees
My feet were feeling the tickle of daisies
My soul was enchanted by the beauty of moon
Adorned as a bride in her silvery shoon
I fall for nature, it's a heart throb to me
It's an eternal and purest form of beauty

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I wonder how I walked so far without realising that I have dropped my smile back there...

Can someone get that back to me...?

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Strong as rock, yet so delicate
Burdened with responsibilities, yet so passionate
Heart soft as feather, will strong as metal
No one is as special as a female

But the world around don't really deserve her
When it can't protect, nurture, and preserve her
Despite her endless efforts, what she earns is critisism
In the world where there is so called privilege for feminism

She still don't lose, she still has a spark
Wherever she'll step, she'll leave her mark
She is a flower that can bloom anywhere
She can be the fire she can be the water

She can fight world when she's a mother
Can give her life as a sister or daughter
You'll get to know if you water this flower
Feminism isn't a word, it's a synonym of power!

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Thanks for teaching how happiness tastes like!

Ps: we couldn't understand the value of happiness if we have not faced disappointments

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Take me back to my heaven on earth
Take me back to the place of my birth
To the place where I used to fly
To the life when I could freely cry

I miss the time when I wasn't imprisoned by formalities
When I could decide my own priorities
Though I am happy in almost every ways
I couldn't be happier than my childhood days

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Winter vibes
Cozy lives
Fallen leaves
Strong beliefs
Hopes so high
Time to fly
Conquer old fear
Wait for new year

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I would prefer to be respected than to be popular

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To move forward taking those baby steps that could lead me to my long term goals of life.

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I try to search for that 'silver line'
which ensures the beauty of dark, promising that everything is going to be fine

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