》so beautiful so calm no bound no aim It is its fame I tried too little to measure you then i know you are hightless You are limitless
》you were not hidden You were forbidden With the stars With the flaws
》you are as old as legends said As loyal as you never fade The starry night that you show Isn't your but of god who only know That who you truly are A mystery of sun or a spectre of star
》 how faceless you are sometimes wake Sometimes fake Sometimes blue And sometimes black
》you only fake a gust clouds fade away Then the sun comes and he glisten this sway You voyage the whole vales of earth You rise like the flames in hearth
》the magic in the stars oh! I can feel Then i will rise with the zeal With you i would rejoice to be a little one And to have infinity freedom I would rejoice to see the seventh sky As the remainder of birds who never stops but always fly.....
I trace the edges of this beautiful piece of cloth .. Smooth and soft Wondering about the efforts behind this woven wonder But what Mars my enthusiasm is one thing .. Millions of silkworms meet a scalding end to make this precious thread that turns into silk .
To, All the families that have lost their loved ones, throughout the world. The families in the wars. The families that suffered from this pandemic. To all those mothers, that wonder, why their children! To the children asking, why their parents? To all that cry to see their loved ones smile.
A small piece, from the heart of a father, to his dead son.
What if the earth died long before it’s death? The fallen stars, fell forever? Or, the moon like the light, Stopped reflecting the shadows of the lost ones? What if, baby, I can’t see you again, Or hear the echoes of your laughter, What if.darling, I can’t see you rise from your grave, What if I don’t hallucinate anymore? My last love, my final wish, what if, What if, you can’t remember me in the heavens, Anymore? What if we don’t meet again, not even After death, Or what if you had never died!
Mostly people after being successful gets prone to pride and arrogance... But they remain always ignorant that the pride itself lies in success along with modesty and perception... Without modesty a literate person equals to an illiterate.. #pod @mirakee@writersnetwork