BLESSED

Things had always been my way since the time I got hold of the journey of life. There was magic, tantrums, carelessness and ease around every nook, but I never had been able to make these things real. They were always virtual. Until the time, I met YOU.
Something had awakened inside like a rekindling teeny flame striving to make a path towards the woods.  Passion slumbered far too long. The feeling, as they call falling in love, is to a point of passion that unhinges my soul. Amazement never stopped, every other moment brought magic, this time the real one.
That urge of being around blooms like a rose that always make me enchanted by its fragrance. And then i heard whispers, whispers of them, warning me of the pains, recklessness and never ending reconciliation. But then i found a subtle fact for that sealed those whispers. Yes, I say: "unless it is mad, passionate, ruthless, extraordinary love. It is a garbage, a waste full of moths. There are far many mediocre things in life. And my Lord, love should not be one of them".

In the passion, I inspire; in the pleasure, I redeem and in the happiness, I surrender. Lord has many ways of showing you His love, and He showed me You. The never ending quest for seeking thy smiles, love to every single bit and dreams to infinite horizons will keep their pace.
Every time, I hear my name from your heart, I blush young. Time's tick tock has never been able to justify the freedom of well-being, while in love. I envy You, for someone breathes for you, smiles for you and prays for you. Yes, I envy myself for falling so deep in to you but yes, We both envy each other. May life never stop to amaze us in each other's love. Wish you a long peaceful joys ahead on this path with me. I promise to be the seeker of you thorugh all long, no matter how many thorns bleed the steps. As the saying goes along, " I told him that I would love him with everything I had in me until the very end of everything, and I meant it."

FORLORN

Abandoned souls
Distressed lives, 
dwelling forlorn amongst the dust..

Amidst the mud, 
shallowest we are..
Amongst the worst,
deeper we fall..

Mourning world and dead deeds,
All we live are the ugliest screams..

Gardens you reap,
sow thee thorns.
Deadliest we are,
Beauty we seek.
Love is what we want,
Grief is all we bestow...

ACCEPTANCE

So many times in a life, we think that we are the unbeatable, divine and significant. What I ought to believe is that there is nothing so divine than acceptance. The acceptance of the deeds, of emotions and desires. the acceptance that you are nothing much of an interest to yourself but to the one you love. The acceptance of the negation that we can never be wrong.

The ignorance and the misery you sow in one, will come your way one day. It works like a loose loop. One day you will come to an end that whatever you thought of your utmost well-being was nothing but what you wanted to feel from others about you. I am sure about it if you were not loved by the one around you like idiots, you wont had come up like a rising king or queen. You are what one made you. You are nothing of a victory in yourself, it's that one who made you reach the meridians.

I wish to be taken afar to the horizons of self being and immortality of happiness. I simply want that one to grasp my existence in the love so pure that I can feel like hurricane conquering all that comes its way.
Wishes never come true and that's the hardest thing to accept.