Be the song. The one track that is always on replay. The one I want to step to. The one with lots of fire, gold and sun. Be the song, the one I want in my ear. The tune the crowd turn to... The one crafted by God himself, to pour smiles into hearts. Be the song- the happy song, the timeless song, the joyful song, the loving song, the hopeful song...and there's no shame in that. Be the song, the one fashioned, after the living, breathing, ever green kind of song- Jesus. Be His song-the favorite song.
Love and Light, 💜
••• No Judging , Only Doing ••• Yess ! I said it again... Let's not get so consumed by the idea of competition that we forget to cherish everything we already have... Comparing is quite the pointless act because everyone and every act is uniquely essential for the flow that we all live in... So just keep doing and it will reverberate with you... Create the tiny ripples that you can(no matter how small or big) , and one day they will all be the waves of change!
Love and light!!
Take it easy✌️
••• Why I do, what I do ••• The worst part about acting strong is that no one sees that sometimes you may need someone to look out for you too... However, moments like these, make it all worth it ! Acknowledgement and Appreciation are what drive humanity to progress.
This is why , it is the duty of the ones who can create to reach out... To share the mind/art/words/feelings in any form that they can express... Never ever deprive the world of your awesomeness ! You have no idea how many lives you touch; you could be the light in anyone's moment of darkness or simply just be the voice that comforts them and tells them that they are awesome! just the way they are !!! Create and Share what you have ! It will all multiply exponentially... Love and light!! Take it easy ✌️ P.S thank you @sohini_bhattacharyya and @ayesha.nida.ateeq for expressing your feels and making me feel so much better about my work ☺️💚
Perhaps they failed to mention that this too will soon dissolve. Perhaps they never said that it's no use to bide my time or never told me it's an ill-composed delusion that a moment's mine, if only for the instant, because instants like their owners evanesce. Perhaps I'm an apostle of elusive views that blind me to precisely how implausible a thought it is to hold out hope I'll last. Perhaps my lack of judgment is the crutch I need to keep from listing with the bricks and glass as clock-ticks cause us all to settle for the days we've spent and words we've bought and sold to cull what might be meaning from the threads of smoke before we watch it all erode. Perhaps it's all haphazard and what happens falls away without concern, and it's just I've never learned to loose my grip and let it take me.
eternal sleep between the pages:
a dead bug on the window glass.
the room buzzes and my eyes blink like shutters.
the hungry caterpillar eats the vines that wrap my body.
velvet boots and lace top and existential gloom, c'est la mode pour la nuit.
i untie the rope from your wrists so you can feel my skin, as i suck on my magic smoke, and tell you how the ground moves in wave-motion every time my floral arm feels an itch.
baby, baby, don't you know?
i'm only here to share a sip of nectar,
and steal the primrose from your garden to take for luna's burial.