I am terribly concerned when people say of the old as 'Good Old Days' with all the history at our disposal, Just musing, though,
Inspiration. What a beautiful gift from the heart!
My past
a part of me gone with time
gone too far to catch up with...
In sequel to a previous poem, 'Sweet Memories Lingers', Good always sail over our pains if we take time to ponder.
When man goes overboard, there is the likely hood of being rescued. But when he goes overboard from the world there is no guarantee of rescue .
eighteen is an awkward age where we see the world in a different manner. sometimes we fall, sometimes we hurt and sometimes got disappointment. the poem elaborate the age...
How, weather changes like that mood of lover's change....
Either action we take in our life, everything that we do....is either a win or lose in a struggle to what we aim to become, its all about our dreams.... that light within us that brightens our path and guides us in our journey called life...
There is a place where nobody can hear you...
For a little moment, there was nothing to fear.
After watching people who claim to be wise fall foolishly on their face when conquered I think this piece is an advise and an encouragement