EMOTIONS

so calm that i can hear my heartbeat so intense that my eyes are refelcting all possible emotions. i dont feel like talking and expressing but just listening to my heart singing in melancholy yes i am sad i accept i am sad i accept something tore apart in me something that is not reparable anymore. i cant prtend to be bold because i am not i am weak ,so weak that even a small blow can cause me life time injury. i look like a rock solid at my place but i am not i am shaken from inside so much that i fear i will collapse. But i accept i have to move on, i have to carry on, i cant afford to relax , i have to keep walking on.

Lord Protect our doubts, because doubt is a way of praying,it is doubt that make us grow because it forces us to look fearlessly at many answers that exist to one question and in order for this to be possible. lord protect our decision ,because making decision is a way of praying,give us the courage after our doubts,to be able to choose between one road and another.may our yes always be a yes and may our no always be a no .once we have chosen our road ,may we never look back nor allow our soul be eaten away by remorse and in order for this to be possible. lord protect our actions, because action is a way of praying.may our daily bread be result of the very best that we carry within us.may we, through work and action, share a little of love we receive. and in order for this to be possible. lord protect our dreams, because dream is a way of praying. make sure that regardless of our age or our circumstances, we are capable of keeping alight in our heart the sacred flame of hope and persev...

A man who is master of himself can end a sorrow as easily as he can invent a pleasure. I don't want to be at the mercy of my emotions. I want to use them, to enjoy them, and to dominate them By oscar wilde

i would be better if, instead of thousand words, there was only one a word that brought peace i would be better if, instead of thousand poems, there was only one, a poem that revealed true beuty i would be better if, instead of thousand songs there was only one, asong that spread happiness.

a time to be born,and a time to die a time to plant and a time to pluck up that which is planted a time to kill, and a time to heal a time to weep and a time to laugh a time to mourn and a time to dance a time to cast away the stones and a time to gather the stones together a time to embrace and a time to refrain from embraceing a time to get and a time to lose a time to keep and a time to cast away a time to rend and a time to sew a time to keep silence and a time to speak a time to love and atime to hate a time of war and a time of peace.

once upon a time, there was a bird.he was adorned with two perfect wings and with glossy, colorful, marvellous feathers. In short, he was creature made to fly out freely in the sky,bringing joy to everyone who saw him. one day a women saw this bird and fell in love with him.she watched his flight, her mouth wwide in amazement. her heart pounding, her eyes shining with excitement.she invited the bird to fly with her,and two travelled across the sky in perfect harmony.she admired venerated and celebrated that bird. but then she thought: he might want to visit far-off in mountains.and she was afraid,afraid that she would never feel the same way about any other bird.and she felt envy.envy for the bird's ability to fly. and she felt alone. and she thought "i am going to set a trap".the next time the bird appears he will never leave again. the bird who was also in love. returned the following day,fell into the trap and was put in a cage. she looked at the bird everyday.there he...

everything tells me that i am about to make a wrong decision, but making mistakes is just part of life. what does the world want me? does it want me to take no risks,to go back where i come from because i dint have courage to say yes to life?. i made many mistakes and i have realised that sometimes you get no second chance and that its best to accept the gifts that world offers you.ofcourse its risky but is the risk any greater than the chance of the bus that took 48 hours to bring me here having an accident?if i must be faithful to something then i have first of all to be faithfull to myself.if i am looking for true love i first have to get the mediocre loves out of my system. the little experience of life i have had has taught me no one ows anything,that everything is an illusion-and that applies to material as well as spiritual things.anyone who has lost something they thought was theirs forever finally comes to realise that nothing really belongs to them. and if nothing belongs to ...

Wrongs are often forgiven, but contempt never is. Our pride remembers it forever. It implies a discovery of weakness, which we are more careful to conceal than a crime. Many a man will confess his crimes to a friend; but I never knew a man that would tell his silly weaknesses to his most intimate one.” by lord chesterfield

Hung up my conversation with my neighbour aunty in bengal and came to know that the govt quarter that we were allotted to is now being given to someone else, a system is system my father dont work for the company as he is retired so now we cant live in that quarter anymore. its not very long only 3.5 years back i came here from the same quarter. that is strange but suddenly i am filled with the memory of that house . the room which i used to own and proudly say as mine, where i prepared for most important exams of my life.the balcony where i sat and thought so much about everything and anything on the earth , made plans for my future or just mourn for something went wrong, waited to see the glimpse of my crush . that terrace on which i used to play and planted many plants given names to each and talk to them, enjoyed watching rain and even tried to protect my fragile plants from the harshnes of kalbaishakhi ,but nature is more powerful than us so i lost the first flower of my sunflowe...

you dont understand this world!, how will you survive in life?, you r not going to survive and a voice inside me says it does' nt matter whether i will survive or not i am not going to lie to myself.But its difficult to be true to onself to the core, and continue doing so but those who have not learned any other way who will help them. people all around me talks about logic ,have been listening to logic but everyone fails to answer my simple questions when i asked them, so i have to search them on my own ,

Just remember, the same as a spectacular Vogue magazine, remember that no matter how close you follow the jumps: Continued on page whatever. No matter how careful you are, there's going to be the sense you missed something, the collapsed feeling under your skin that you didn't experience it all. There's that fallen heart feeling that you rushed right through the moments where you should've been paying attention. Well, get used to that feeling. That's how your whole life will feel some day. This is all practice. None of this matters. We're just warming up.” by Chuck palahniuk.

When I dance, I dance, when I sleep, I sleep; yes, and when I walk alone in a beautiful orchard, if my thoughts drift to far-off matters for some part of the time, for some other part I lead them back again to the walk, the orchard, to the sweetness of this solitude, to myself.

In daily travel by train i meet so many strangers, then they becomes familiar and evetually friends, for no reason you are scolded by some and then suddenly you are asked by someone where you were so many days if you dont go in your regular train, thousand stories can be written on every single encounters if you are sensitive enough.they are colorful ,Some of them are extremly happy,while some may be secretly mourning for something, some may be bitching on someone,some praising someone's attire.few at times make my day but all kind of strangers are welcomed with affection.

You can shed tears that she is gone, or you can smile because she has lived. You can close your eyes and pray that she'll come back, or you can open your eyes and see all she's left. Your heart can be empty because you can't see her, or you can be full of the love you shared. You can turn your back on tomorrow and live yesterday, or you can be happy for tomorrow because of yesterday. You can remember her only that she is gone, or you can cherish her memory and let it live on. You can cry and close your mind, be empty and turn your back. Or you can do what she'd want:smile, open your eyes, love and go on.” by David Harkins

i heard u still dream,you still write stories and sing with all your heart, i heard you still care about human emotions and pains and your love blossoms like beutiful rose, but my heart have lost all the faith and lost my dream somewhere, so i have come begging to you,with my two hands and eyes open, Inspired from bengali song Sopno dekhbo

i like this line You may charge of the murder or want of sense but slightest approach to the falls pretence was never among my crimes. alas That can apply to very few people,in reality people are full of pretence i am not judging but that from personal experience, they may pretend to be extra caring or concerned but in reality ;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;

Sitting on the sea shore, she wanted to talk to the sea, about her dreams and fear. sea answred each of her questions, then she asked the difficult one what is the truth ? do you know dear? answer came in a thunder!!!! no dear

I would rather be A thought in your mind Maybe something you feel Or a dream of some kind. I would rather beThe reason for your smile Someone who you think of At least for a while By vaishali garg