As the paper flies out of the ash
The matchstick is still breathing
The fire burns words after words
The violence doesn’t need swords
Last letter takes one last breathe
And then the smile slowly recedes
Writing is the fire within my mind
Every word needs an intense grind
The cherished diamond then shines
“Most precious treasure of this world is the pot of ideas in your mind”
As another weekend has arrived, I can sense the rejoicing souls around me. However, problem comes when Monday comes knocking on the doors. All of us have fear of various reasons and, our mind becomes a coolie carrying tonnes of baggage. Get rid of the fears, find your passion and, live each moment on your own terms.
If you like any part of this weekend philosophy, the credit goes to Raha§ya for, she nominated me for this quote challenge.
Rules of the Challenge :
My nominees for the day are:
Congratulations to all of them.
“Love and hatred are the brainchild of our perception”
So, here is the last one for the challenge. If you liked any of the quotes, help me in thanking Erika for giving me this opportunity.
My nominees for the day are:
Challenge rules:
Looking forward to read some amazing quotes.
When you are looking for success, use mind as a bait for the ideas
My good friend Erika has invited me to take part in another quote challenge. This works perfectly for me because, I am too lazy to write longer than quotations 😉
So, let us see what I can come up with.
Challenge rules:
My nominees are:
Looking forward to the responses.
When the silent voices of your mind go unheard
Block the noises of this world, find your own music
Exactly an year back, this was my thought process. That was my first date with this blog, and our bond has grown stronger every moment since then. If life is a train, and some passengers keep getting down at every station, then this blog is the one which will travel with me forever. We cannot force someone to travel with us, but we can strengthen the bond with the ones who are willing to be a part of our long journey. For everyone else, just ‘hi’ and ‘bye’ are enough. Still, some goodbyes don’t get a chance to get heard. For those:
I wish you were an inanimate object, I would have kept you as a souvenir
P.S.: Every compliment I get, every improvement I make, belong to my readers.
4 Year Old Adult 