Have we not learned our lesson about disturbing the dead?
If it's over, let it be over.
Don't dip a blade in the dusts of doom,
Then slice it through the soft flesh of peace.
We've claimed our victory,
You shant start this battle up again.

A Starfish lying dead
on the beach
when touched by waves
begins to breathe.

When nature takes center stage


the world holds its breath.

A symbol of love,
my nation's pride,
a gift to the world,
built by Shah Jahan
for his beloved Mumtaz.
Fulfilled the promise
he made to her,
built a unique monument of love
to stand the test of time
where they now rest side by side,
together forever.
A reminder -
love exists in the real world.

Once there was a lonely girl,
dejected by the people she loved,
began to live in isolation.
Made friends with birds and bees.

One day she found a human friend,
who brought her back to the real world.
There,she found a treasure -
It made her happy again.

She was living joyfully once more,
with her new found treasure.  
But her happiness was short- lived.
In her solitude she refused
to take care of herself.

Now her body has turned fragile.
She knows her heart could stop anytime.
All she could think of now
was about her new found treasure.

What will happen to it after she was gone ?
So she asked her friend
the only person she trusted.

She offered him her treasure
hoping he would keep it safe
but her offer was turned down
for it was not his to keep.

With a broken heart
she went back to her old friends
stayed there till her final breath.

And the treasure she once held so dear
turned to dust in time.

If the capital is at siege and war
oh, surely you are the belle and star,
if the city cries of cannons,
of course, you hum the birdsongs!
If peace seems to be by miles
it’s outshined by your smile,
if deception is paid by coins,
billions would be your toys!
And if the pain of betrayal speaks,
oh dear, I would be praying for weeks,
if curses should be written on paper,
your silence shall then be the traitor!
But if being the angel is key,
but kissing the devil is the way to be,
let me be the exit door for your likes,
I shall be the hell that melts your lies!

while sitting in my garden a robin sang to me
his lovely robin song with a lovely melody
with his bright red chest gleaming in the sun
happy and content having so much fun

i sat there and listened to the song he sang to me
took my heart away made me feel so free
when his song was over the robin flew away
and the song he sang i remember to this day

The days flow by like water through an open drain, cant bask in the sunshine without a bit of rain.
Trying to slow down enjoy the moment before it becomes a memory, but often i am overwhelmed lost in the overloaded sensory.
Want to live with wisdom, and act in gratitude and love. But feeling a bit jaded, lost in the push and shove!
Somedays life just feels so very hard, and we can wind up feeling like we are the ones who we discard.
Somewhere in the process of growing older we often lock ourselves away and grow a little colder.
I refuse to give in to the ease of whats known,
Or live in fear of being stretched and grown.
I know i am being refined while standing in the fire. But the pain still makes me sway as the flames grow higher.