Curious
To know

About atonement

You are truly perspicacious

Your views can go against me
But remember
You can vanish me
For I'm made of my views

We don't grow wise
Until we commit mistakes

Love is pouring into my head
Yeah I'm just 14 and they say
Love is a crime until adolescence absorb you
Yeah they are right
But let they know
Being in love
Is human and I'm too human

Politeness is snow
When it falls everything is cloaked
When it melts
All feel its rhythmic touch

Never compare your talent with anyone.
This is the attribute of a shakespearean buffoon.

Flowers bloom in silence

                      For silence is beauty

Softness of flowers
Make them humble

It's the softness of flowers
            That make them honourable

Don't you know you are against your own rising?
If I'm wrong? What is that apprehension
Fettered around your legs?

The leaves of filial are dead
Oh! We are just for bread

Speaking less is a sermon..

Solitude is the soul of life........