We forget our real selves from the faces we fake upon

Not denying that we play multiple roles a day, being every day different with challenges coming up from the things we encounter or specifically we go through.We play different roles, we won’t be same towards one another, though our levels differ, our lives differ and so do our personality. Just that you have a brutish attitude towards one person that doesn’t flash out you have the same attitude towards everyone in the vicinity.

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This world is better place to live in if you stand on clod of your dreams

It’s not about taking a straight road to reach a destined place.Even the gleam of sunlight unders goes trials and tribulations, nevertheless we are humans a fanciable creation of the creater of this universe. Despite the bristles of the journey to survive we think the destination as the most captivating thing.

Outliving in this  cynical world is a nailed thing, the journey doesn’t haunts more than what the surmise of people does.The most overruling thing to catch flies is the inferences which we ought to beleive at a later point of time.Still the sojourn of life is a beautiful phase for everyone.

It begins with people coming our way to insculpt our path from the people who polish up our landscape teaching us crappy and spanking things.

At the end what constitues to be the most esteemed thing is viabling your dreams.

 The things i castled in air ,

are now  embrossed  in the game of life,

i envisioned to see my triump in this world,

newfangled off the pace my dreams stand captivated……….

Don’t crush my expectations, a bliss in my life will change my time….


We often solicit people who have accomplished their dreams, not because their journey had been easily but they found things in their reach early.We i found my dreams vague to execute deriding voices vocalized around my ears. You sense grit both in behaviour as well in the tone of people who once squirmed around you for need.Selflessly helping is venom for us when at time we are in a situation of need people stand out to watch the show.

How worn out we are, people are in the saddle to watch you drench.When you beseech light at the end thriving for tussle, a small goal becomes tough as nails.Instead of giving a helping hand ,people eye on the jewel they get seeing someone weakening.

The sympathy, err clemency comes bulging suddenly, the chaste downpour of expressing kindness is what we feel this time. Even the most silent ones get the inner courage at peak to become voluble.It’s just a matter of time in life, once your sand castle’s get washed away , the next moment your determination for laying a strongly grounded palace raises its faith firm thousand times.

You get subterfuge by the tip-off people are ready with, not that but you yourself unwittingly get in.Even the ones you adore the most have their winds diverted towards us with some purpose not by heart but a grand design of life.You only need to turn your life contracting your mind not by the sensitivity of your heart.

You have the power within yourself to rise


 Let me bring the light in your life

Without sorcery , benefacting the promises,

I still haven’t fullfilled the brilliance your efforts ought to recieve

But i can’t deny the acerbic taste of destiny you have to take

The coldness will shred apart,once again the laughter will tickle you,

And seizuring the pain i racked to you,

Bringing the sunshine back to you cresting your accomplishments…



This is what our life gives us, when it shows the imperfecting part of it.Not all times may be cherrishing, unless you are wounded you won’t feel the sheen in your eyes after a conquest.Even small happiness excites you when the blackshadows vamoose from your life.

Every battle can’t be truimphed, just as propensity for things in life which can never be fullfilled.Unlike a dead plant that cannot be nurtured in similar manner you cannot tame a lifeless person to become sprightly.But still we are human’s , we still build castle’s in air unless we are bereft of life. Our lives are subjugated by the lines of destiny in our hand’s.We cannote our destiny nor we can imperate our life’s, the only thing we can do is to prank our life even in the moments of affliction.

We unpinn our hopes malaising ourself, we bunch up our travail, head up for another journey of the goals we seek to accomplish.Let nothing tatter your hopes, let the lines of your destiney relinquish itself, but not your efforts. Let your life get subdued by your drugdery and blow forth before you the blissful winds which you craved for.