River of Life
In order to understand life better, one must sit under a rickety tree and listen to a little river gurgling in the spring.
In order to understand life better, one must sit under a rickety tree and listen to a little river gurgling in the spring.
After the insects have fed on the leaf, its veins begin to show. Making it appear more beautiful and hollow. Just like a human soul without a guilty conscience.
What she had realised that flowers looked more beautiful, adorning the earth than dying in a vase. It was the day when the little girl became a woman.
He had so many mellow songs to share but none to treasure them.
The man who always had a smile decorated on his face, like the fully blossomed sunflower beaming in a dead patch of grass was devastated to the point, that he started feeling it was okay. Everyone has their way of exhibiting sorrow, but the forlorn guy was so lonesome that instead of asking for help….
When you have lived under the shade of the mountains, no other place feels good enough.
Some days are gentle like the summer breeze, Others, as harsh as the cold winter night. Some days you feel, you can reach for the stars, On other days, you can barely catch your breath, while curling on your bed. You sulk, without letting the fountain flow from your colossal eyes, but your heart it…
“When the roads become isolated, and the green starts painting the mountains. When suddenly, the clatter transforms into melodious silence, you know you are heading back to the mountains. When the kids with apple-blush cheeks, wave you from the distant hills, and industrious women pass by, with heavy anklets jingling on their feet, You start…
Diving into nothingness has never bothered me but reaching the shore with an extremely dull person has.
All the times you wanted to take a plunge, remind yourself that you are capable of flying.