A green spring leaf,Shed by its tree,Yellowing into an autumn spirit,Starts it's journey. Driven by dust,Whooshing with it,Tossed and turned,Traveling miles continuously.Though small infant steps,It breathes every moment,Captures every milestone,Preserves in it's heart. It admires this beautyOf constant change,But even breaks down,Into darkness,which brings pain. Then the flickering lightsOf the lamp of the future,Allures it… Continue reading THE JOURNEY OF HUMAN SOUL
The heart has wings;heart is an enormous bird.It flies high into the sky.It touches the sky and stars sometimes,you just have to let it go flying.Heart smiles; chuckles and laughs loudly.If you can, listen to it.
Few drops of unattended thoughts, travel all the way from the clouds of imagination, not entertaining, but pertaining to something within, falls on dry hearts.
A mere coincidence of looking into each other, can define a night full of stars. - Gautam Kumar
“Stays somewhere, little ashes of thoughts, dawning in the middle of stray stars alone but surrounded by meaningless bushes of burdens.”
“Dark shades of lifebringsthe brightest starin you.”- Gautam Kumar
These concrete dumb wall of desiresmaybe listening to the starving deathof life inside a structured fless,every day.
"Pour the wind, with the fragile limbs of yours, the rhythms of life, and let other breathe on them,"