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It's Funny....

How the ones who could speak taught me pain,
While the silent ones tought me love.

It's Funny.....

How the ones who could see like me gave me betrayal,
While the ones who can't see like me gave all it's trust.

It's Funny.....

How the ones who could walk on two legs never stood for me,
While the ones who crawl on four legs always stood for me.


It's Funny Right.....🙃
Sometimes Animals treat you better than humans i don't have any pet but i always feed stray cats and dogs and the amount of love and trust those innocent souls give me is not comparable to a human love.
The huzzling sound of rain,
reminded me of your promises.
The roaring of the clouds,
echoed your passionate love.
The splash of water at my feet,
carried the memory of your presence.


But then the rain stopped!!
Just random thoughts in midnight due to heavy rain in my area.
Mother nature made roses..
Beautiful and desirable,
Yet whispered thorns into their veins.

She sculpted daffodils.
Bright and pure,
Yet let them with unspoken warnings.


She made humans.......
Beautiful things come with prices
Roses are so beautiful but they have thorns
Daffodils looks so elegant but they are poisonous
So what about humans
Think!!
Every day is today
Until it turns into yesterday or tomorrow

Every day I think, I will do the tasks
I had planned
But then, yesterday and tomorrow take over again

Is it ok dear Everyday
If you keep changing attires
Cause new and old
Is what seems to be your fate every day

Everyday yesterday
Today or tomorrow
Each of them forever
From each other do borrow
Written on 27th Jan 2025
It’s not happening as you expected? So what? How do you know that what you wanted to happen was for the best?
Embrace the challenges. Embrace the unexpected. That way, you’re unstoppable.
I know it's hard sometimes. But we can grow so much! 💓

I saw a dream
in the sky—

silver clouds
poured through
the cracks

tiny birds circled
the carcasses

of toiling bone
and flesh

and here, in
my sleep

the streets
bustled with
chatter—

the many lights
mixing with fumes
and laughter

and the city
like a heartbeat
kept pulsing on

without
me


Thump thump goes the heart
Machinery overflows
Can't rest can't stop, boom!
- David Cunha
february 23, 2025
7:23 a.m.
Viseu
 May 7 Vianne Lior
Asuka
The flowers bloom in quiet pride,
as if the earth has turned to bride.
The wind, in silken celebration,
spins the air with sweet elation.

Cherry blossoms, soft and bright,
blush like hearts in morning light.
And wisteria, draped with care,
hangs like jewels in nature’s hair.

Your hair band arcs—a tender bow,
a rainbow resting soft and low.
And in your gaze, a season sings:
a sky of light, a soul with wings.

You twinkle, graceful, wild, and free—
the very breath of spring to me.
Not just a season passing through—
you are the bloom my spirit knew.
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