HealingWords

while looking back to her unfulfilled dreams She thought... Is she the only one? or  she has friends under this vast roof we called "sky". looking up when she murmured  She heard a soft echo coming down from heaven  "Life is a hut, a dream is a mud, rain is hope.." sometimes she finds it easier sometimes hard sometimes she feels happy sometimes sad sometimes I am being loved sometimes they hate. perhaps this is the rhythm of a beautiful song we name "Life".

on thy deep evening prayers,  he always asks the god only one thing... that's a two-time bread and butter for those,  suffering from unwanted diseases. he has been witnessing all those bone-breaking pains of his near and dear ones. he thought this is the time, he should awake the light flowing in heaven. whom his people called Jesus . with the belief of the uncertain surety,  he always walks alone to the going to be demolished church of his village. and looking up to the sharp evening golden rays he whisper.. "Lord save them ..they are your people wipe out the fear and the pain they are suffering of.."

I may not be in your bucket list... still, you're my first wish. I may not be that charming... you saw on the big highway posters still, you are my crush ever. I may not be know how to love... like they elaborate in the novels still, I die for your glance. I may not be that much mature... to accept the bitter truth still, I am ready for your decision...

try to walk alone... because at some moments of  your life you will see your people,  seeing your miserable happenings  without uttering a single word. try not to be attached... because the one claiming your friend will be silent & ignore you  at the moment you most need them. try to gulp your pain drops... if they came they will count including the first drop of pain that may be created by them..:)

my love be kind to me I may have some faults, I agree. I may have some scars, I admit. but I am yours my esteemed soulmate  I may sometime forget the appropriate behavior I may be sometime got anger  but believe me, I am yours my everything look back  I am here in the narrow corner of the multani street  rectifying the same mistake  I did unconsciously... look back!

After the light goes come in the little dark,my king i will be there waiting for you  on the less dark hut of my ancestral kingdom. though, a lamp will be with me to enlight  the dying vein of mine,don't be late. alas, i will have nothing to offer you  except my worth that i kept for you only. My majesty be kind to enter through the back gate of my place  i fear for the after-gossip of your cruel people. I belive in my love and trust more on your promises  I hope all will happen accordingly to the last extent of  my virtual illusio of being with you on the night of spring .. My king come soon I'm waiting in the last kingdom:)

He frightened to loose  the smile on their faces whom smiling reason is him. He try to forget those nightmares those unintentionally  craving his core. He stepped out to  the cruel & miserable world  to show case his inner kindness. He wrote down the pain list that  he always get while spreading the love. He somehow trying  to be happy again &  to live those golden days of his life:)

A magnificent journey  from being nothing to the core of  a developing organization.  she alone successfully proved her worth  in the never-ending rush of corporate competition. she had her life dreams with her that push her soul  to enlighten more in the dramatic change  of knowledge to politics.  she never looked back  after the horizontal demise of her  not millionaire father.  she packed all including the leftover ashes of her father,  from the village graveyard and never looked back. But yes,  sometimes she thanks to the original soil breaking motivations,  that once she acquired from her beloved village. .......continue:)

Shaping the unshaped truths intentionally wearing the grand lies I have headed... to the north tip of the imagined world  to conquer over my mistakes  with the help of the little strength of mine.   That I have been blessed  from the god light  that used to pass through my soul  to the dark corner of my heart:) https://www.facebook.com/HealingWords2020

Somewhere in the hidden treasures  of tribe civilization. I will definitely find  the god-healing rays that  in-certain will vanish  all my wounds that  I have been gifted by thy loveable people of mine. I wonder,  I must find there the god itself. Because it's ancestral believe that the life-giving water flows  of the jungle river often carry  the holy particles of God.

Walking in the unknown paths & leading to somewhere not predestined... He thought of the miserable past  that kept digging  his inner worth very tough. He wasn't sure  about his unimaginable forward steps. Yet, he kept moving  in the not so attractive way of destiny. Alas,  luck in his case is so destructive that even  He can't remember the last time he lough freely from his hearT :)

The silent amazement of  arranged rush those walk along  with the northern wind in the wide colorful streets of Kolkata. The dark beauty of  the evening horizon that glow  even more with the rays of  home going sun. The fresh feel of  the corporate tired workers  that they show while bargaining  with the small vegetable vendors. The crispy smell of fried stuffs & nonveg buffet on the road side stalls. The combination of  sweet & sour environment  that pour more charm in to  the thoughts of the viewer, all you gonna find in the  british streets of Kolkata.

The together spent moments  in the birth soil of the village ground  is still shining there  on the flat corner of young hearts. May the growing souls  haven't a lot of time to look back  on those happy spent moments. But yet, the spark of  returning back to the heaven  is still growing with their age. Because the birth soil  is something so priceless feel  that one individual couldn't vanish  the golden moments  from the sixth sense:)

Intimacy has no caste no religion &  no condition of unseen restrictions lines. It's the smooth feel that  the heart utter to the other's heart  while the eyes saw each other's core. It's the collision of  the too young souls those merged intentionally without the agreement of the body It's the unsaid words  that need no medium to  being conveyed between  the two love birds. It's the utmost heaven of  the world free feeling  that has no certain premises  of burden or worry.

Seeing the happiness  on my mother's face  I forgot the pain &  the miserable workout that I had to do. With the relaxing &  emotion full words of her...  I feel like my soul  is in the utmost heaven. The soft cuddle of her,  in my forehead is like  a worry vanishing magic tool that  I always love to have with me. The sad horizon that she wears on my returning journey is still the big and sad thing that I will never be wanted to experience:)

I have hidden feeling-bees that entitled to my last heart-vein They're waiting for thy command of my smooth brain-corner I don't know exactly the intensity of their emotions or the root origin cause, yet.. Ever ready to outburst infront of you, with or without any  artificial global condition...:)

I want... a world that has no end a sea that has vast beauty a wine that has the world-class taste an evening that has romantic wind flows a view that has everlasting capacity a pool that has open arms for us a sight that has decorated especially for us an auspicious moment  with and only with you my lOve:_)

a burden that walking along with my brittle soul... I have thrown out. a paralysed mindset that always been a obstacle... I have crossed out. a not worthy people-circle that pulled my way of exploring new world... I have left out. a thought that diverse my range of imagination... I have burnt out.

The truth will go down  to the deep of earth &  will stay forever with  the unwanted leftover of mine. I have secrets.. I have scars.. & pains. all will be buried there  behind the funeral cover. I will be there  witnessing  all happenings all sorrows &  all those emotion full tears:)

With the glittering sound waves... she can feel the romantic unique aroma of  their togetherness that they spent while on a vacation  to the so popular sea of tamilnadu. she tried to find  the same amazement  on those live full sands those were  the parts of their celebration that night. the evening wind  was still carrying the smell of him  that her soul can feel even in his absence. with hopeful eyes, she was waiting for him....:)

a vast mind that  get polished in the heavy stone  baranda of his favourite goddess. a number player  who struggled even to arrange a job  on the British Era of ancient India. a great mathematician  who proclaimed his worth by himself travelling a long distance  from Madras to the London. a not well trained student  who gave a much important &  most used "Infinite Series"  to the world of calculation.

a relation that has no DNA identity a feel that requires no proved reasons to be originate. a tale that blows all superstition a merged blend of pure affection that shows the colour of utmost originality a water flow of Himalaya that needs no specified direction a ancient dramatic play that runs without any legal director a heaven that intentionally being gifted to the humans by the almighty. a relation that has no DNA identity a feel that requires no proved reasons to be originate. a tale that blows all superstition a merged blend of pure affection that shows the colour of utmost originality a water flow of Himalaya that needs no specified direction a ancient dramatic play that runs without any legal director a heaven that intentionally being gifted to the humans by the almighty.

while looking back  on to the wide ways of the past.. I found....  many sweet and golden moments. the heart-vein like a place my village. the live full care of my grandmother  who walked away to heaven  leaving tons of memory. the restless school hour that  I enjoyed myself while obeying. the rare spent moments  with my beloved mother  nowadays I miss so much. the silence awakening whisper of my soul.

the inherent dark vocals of  worldwide shouting has it's  own rhythm that attracts  the dead souls those moving  on the live full bodies. the silent moves of  being out of the crowd is  somewhere letting them very deep to  a place like hell. the postmortem  that taking place only  on the shake of being  undreamt happiness is  costing more than  the whole civilization thought of.

whenever she opens her eyes she sees the beautiful vast blue sky that was there even before  her ancestral civilization. a super proclaimed layer  that keeps covering  the whole humans without asking  any intentional favor. whenever she stuck in  human difficulties  she just closes her eyes to  letting know her pains to  the utmost almighty who's omnipresent a body less light  that always showing the right path  to the struggling souls like her :)

on the wide highways  of western odisha while  heading towards the remarkable  stone architecture village, she stopped on the middle way to steal a glance of  the golden afternoon sun of  the last winter of that year. with in a moment  she looked a guy with  his old royal Enfield & through the eyes of the gentleman she reached to  the soft corner of his heart. witnessing all those happenings  the cool wind blew with taking the  romantic moment with him:)

on the last mountain  I will be waiting for you  to say you the pains  I'm taking on my little heart at the countryside river  I will be waiting for you  to whisper my difficulties. on the edge of your town I will be waiting to let you know the sorrows of my tearful eyes. finally at the old graveyard I will be waiting for your touch to enroll in the pure salivation of true love.

a new day of the Era that took a new sunrise after the 200 years of slavery... a auspicious day of happiness that being archived by giving the utmost peace efforts. a dream that came true with the incomparable sacrifices of the freedom fighters. a feel of freedom that being tasted after  the unforgettable pains and tears. a war that we won  with no guns or boms just by the truthful words and by the patience of  the freedom fighters. wishing you all a very "Happy independence day 💖"

v i v i f  i e d Fantacy :) that immense love full drops from your sweet lips  running through my every hard vein & making them smooth and realistic to the upper dilemma of romance. my darling... come closer to my worth  I wanna go through your deliverance beauty  to everlast my years before the seen dream. my love...  the way you came out of the blue pool of  the desert's last safari is still  a vivified view of emerged fantasy. come and merge on my soul  let me taste the running sweet drops from your wet lips:)

I want... a world that has no end a sea that has vast beauty a wine that has the world-class taste an evening that has romantic wind flows a view that has everlasting capacity a pool that has open arms for us a sight that has decorated especially for us an auspicious moment  with and only with you my lOve:_)

a burden that walking along with my brittle soul... I have thrown out. a paralyzed mindset that always been an obstacle... I have crossed out. a not worthy people-circle that pulled my way of exploring a new world... I have left out. a thought that diverse my range of imagination... I have burnt out.

The truth will go down  to the deep of earth &  will stay forever with  the unwanted leftover of mine. I have secrets.. I have scars.. & pains. all will be buried there  behind the funeral cover. I will be there  witnessing  all happenings all sorrows &  all those emotion full tears:)

While passing through  the old bridges of the kingdom she saw her old memories  flowing on the too cold blue water of  the river connecting her heart she whispered, murmured &  eagerly wanted to touch once  to the live flow of the river but Alas...  the unwanted diamond crown  generally, don't let a QUEEN  to hear the voice of her HearT:)

With the glittering sound waves... she can feel the romantic unique aroma of  their togetherness that they spent while on a vacation  to the so popular sea of TamilNadu. she tried to find  the same amazement  on those live full sands, those were  the parts of their celebration that night. the evening wind was still carrying the smell of him  that her soul can feel even in his absence. with hopeful eyes, she was waiting for him....:)

When the invited guests came for the  royal style lunch at king's palace... that being prepared for that special occasion. One lady among them was continuously starring  on to the south corner of the dining hall. Noticing that the arranger asked her in curiosity  "Do you need anything madam?" "From where the dim golden light coming out from?" The gentle lady asked. after listening to her... Arranger replied with a smile : It's our king's hand made candles that enhancing the beauty of this dining hall.

In this very exaggerated & moving world of us, it now costs more to be a smiled soul though in before times the smile  was a part of the daily lives but now  we have to pay a very big amount for it. I agree that some get it free but  for the non-stop working bodies  it cost more than our imagination. Nowadays people even go to  the psychotherapists to learn  how to Lough and smile on there own. Is not it strange? Be restful Be patient towards yourself  smile a little smile an enough:)

She is like the butterfly... soft shiney & independent on her own world  she never thought to harm she never looked back she kept moving like the butterfly from one flower to another despite of being so beautiful she never ever the self-importance she kept spreading the love from one heart to another.

who said that saint's don't love? who said monks don't feel? who said that the night aghories burnt their hearts? It's all false. The saint's love is eternal and not materialistic. He loves the souls  the rivers and the feathers of  the home coming birds. The monk feels the realistic pains  the sorrows of the human creature  not only in the personal basis rather  on the wide creation basis. He feels the tear full eyes of  the starving stomach  the bloody wound of the street dogs  and the unspoken words of the dumb. The Aghories have the most sweet and soft heart in the universe. That's why they Eat only the left over of the graveyard. The fear to kill any innocent lives for their sustain.

Like the kite... fly high in the sky But always remember  the core position of your master. The more the kite travels the less he fears to wind The high he sees the sky the down he took out the journey. The happiness he carry  with the wide feathers the hope of flying smoothly the smile he brought into the passion it turns towards:)

By following the bloddy footsteps  from the narrow road of deep jungle I can't find her... she was hidden somewhere among  on her favorite places it's quite impossible to find a beast like her  on the terrified mountains yet we "me and my sword" got lucky  by capturing the last end of her  prolonged red gown. she tried to escape as she tasted the human blood but with all the power of my marrow I successfully captured the dark beast

with the tiny light and a vast heart I come out from my jungle hut  to enlighten the nature's beauty Though I'm very small creature  in compare to the wild animals still I learned the animal language  from the late night chineese traveler  I fear less now.. I'm strong and determined to ultimately enhance the beauty  of this dark jungle:)

When she opened her window  after hearing the sound of long lightening  on the southern sky  she gets out to feel the strom alone It's quite true that she has a heavy fear  towards the dark sky still on that evening  she got out to enjoy the rainy sky Her father wasn't present with her as  he has a running business outside the town. she looked up at the sky  she felt like the sky was whispering  something on to her ears she tried you can assume she listened  the whisper of the sky. she stood up there in front of her main door a sudden rain started kissing  the ground touching her feets.... by melting down the dark clouds of the sky.

thy pleasure I got on the way  of my daily salivation thy thrones I crossed across my way  to the magnificent spirituality thy training I got on the peak mountains thy expertise of my university  those tried to stop the dark virus all blown with the compact fault. we all put our grievance  to thee master of the house. But it exceeded the last parameter:)

I fear not to face you my love It's the unwanted threads  that pulling me back. I shame not to kiss you  on the public place it's the narrow society  that pulling me back I love to stay ever with you  on your place It's the anger & ego of us  that pulling my thought back.

I have had witnessed her  adorable beauty. that she got as a gift from the supreme designer. The outfit she wears is of the ultimate choice of him Even the beauty she holds is not normal for those who try to criticize her.

A midnight wind That dare to enter on my room poured the unseen energy On the veins of my body I started exploring the inner me with the favorite book and the south arabian song of my iPad.

The more you ignore him for the intentionally not done fault. The more he gonna suffer with the unwanted pain The extreme hard lines you uttter in front of him The severe he gonna bleed inside the heart ❤️

I have always my faith on you  my supreme judge  that... one-day i will get the justice.  over my old petetion  I have submitted before the long deacdes ago. The hearing may be of not on my favour but the justice I will definitely get at your court Yard:)

Empowering the society while empowering herself Being responsible for others irresponsible activity Being tortured by the same society she awaken one-day Being destructed brutally by the world that being created by her womb. She never filed a petition against anyone against any situation just mind her own business on Every crisis of her life  she speak less & listen more still she has the most important and most required person of the house. she is still hold her tradition and  self-centered worth of being a  Girl lady woman and a mother:)

If you took the history of his Life you will surely got to know about the remarkable failure of his every aspect of try Though he has failed he been down a little towards the master of his life He tasted the odd taste of Rejection on almost every phase of Life after the intermediate phase Sympathy is just a word for him as practically he never got one:)

If you have the cold heart and enough courage to betray me on the not too obsessed war Then my friend.. I too have the bravery soul to knock you out from the whole game of compassion:)

sometimes it requires a lot of Patience a dying hard work and an enthusiastic passion To... archive the desire and dreamed profession For those who are habitual Of day dreaming it's just a matter of choice They can be fit to any norms of work area:)

A writer has two heart ❤️ One to love one to write.. From starting the farewell day of matriculation to the admission day of college Expecting a date from her  to leaving the important meeting of office Eating at streets with friends  to fighting at streets for friends A writer write down all the moment. For the writer his thoughts are like  the most expensive and important wealth. A writer write things he wants to speak A writer writes memories he want to recall A writer writes the happenings  on such a real way that  the reader again felt the feel.

I have given all on the  banned temple of Sinol on the way to Ladakh from Delhi. I have worshiped the god  thee has been underestimated from the last few decades. I re-opened the giant iron doors that took a heavy effort to be opened again. The god seems to be smiling  for not being touched  by cruel humans. I offered the blossoms that was so fresh and exciting  to be a holy part of the feet of old-goD:

Be the dark evil of my life but not the shine of someone else's Be the forbidden sin of my life  but not the acceptable gold of someone's life Be the rude lover of mine but not the perfect soulmate of someone's BE the throne of my way but not the flower of someone else's  Be mine as you now, I will accept but not the gentleman of someones:

I n t r o v e r t I myself not aware  from which phase of my life I am here  waiting for you like the  god-rock on the way of the great Rama to get the "Nirvana" of love from my very introverted life. Come and see me... hope you will able to feel the long-waiting pain  on my too-bright eyes.

D e m a n d:) Be the dark evil of my life but not the shine of someone else's Be the forbidden sin of my life  but not the acceptable gold of someone's life Be the rude lover of mine but not the perfect soulmate of someone's BE the throne of my way but not the flower of someone else's  Be mine as you now, I will accept but not the gentleman of someones:

O l d G o d I have given all on the  banned temple of Sinol on the way to Ladakh from Delhi. I have worshiped the god  thee has been underestimated from the last few decades. I re-opened the giant iron doors that took a heavy effort to be opened again. The god seems to be smiling  for not being touched  by cruel humans. I offered the blossoms that was so fresh and exciting  to be a holy part of the feet of old-goD:

W r i t e r A writer has two heart ❤️ One to love one to write.. From starting the farewell day of matriculation to the admission day of college Expecting a date from her to leaving the important meeting of office Eating at streets with friends to fighting at streets for friends A writer write down all the moment. For the writer his thoughts are like the most expensive and important wealth. A writer write things he wants to speak A writer writes memories he want to recall A writer writes the happenings on such a real way that the reader again felt the feel.

He is on to me... He is my responsibility since we unite ourselves HE is my love  you define that He is my soulmate from the starting of the romance He is my half partner of my long  never-ending way He is my partner on my always loss business He is on to Me:)  

Hold on darling Let me see you the pain of your through these beautiful eyes Don't move a bit feel the rhythm of my dancing soul that traveled a long water distance and sailing to meet you Feel me more I am unable to reduce the physical pain I got on the middle of the Arabian sea Kiss gently on my lips may it will cure the hard late tiredness of mine:)

Who we are to identify the identity of the soul What they are, they are the almighty has its grace on them they are ever beautiful without the artificial touch. Whom you are ignoring and why They are having a transparent heart that always allow the whole mankind They are the supreme cleaner and the performer of this World:)

I got protected from the day I got separate physically From you. I saw the outer View of the world on through your eyes. I cried in hunger but you feel the pain. I slept peacefully when you irritate your inner soul on extremely. You always became a performer on every demand of mine. I tried always to hide the pains in the heart still you whole to read through the eyes. I defeat,I lost,I cried but always there is a protective shadow of affection on my back. I fail to see the world whenever I tried to.. But luckily I abled to see the world in you. You are my everything You are my core. You are for what I stand You are the blood of my body You are the live in me Oh mother... You are the purest form of love:)