A thought: when I see then I define, one's I define I can acknowledge then compare to know if it's new to me or the knowing is something I already know. But things can be the same and look differently.
This is my opinion and how I feel about mostly probably with maybe but forsure that I'm a chicken that has not put out merely what our maker knows we can. But think to much because choices are so many . But everyone is a different one.
A thought: who dies believing that most of the time was a waist of time.
A thought: "Aushua" the name needs no translation but salvation. I belief little things like this show much we would change something secret just to make pronouncing easier. And a name is suppose to be unique there for not changed ever. We are wrong because we are calling wrong.
scathe an act that pushes Faith to a space of no desired face!... it's indeed a fact.! that there's know place that intentional harm could plea a case.
it's for doing" that there's a done.! And it's the leaving in why it stays gone. but because heart had presence" And giving" gave a gift. to all" now unfolding " is "remembrance" To lesson in life. The blessing of bleeding The feelings of our love. the search for love In thoughts" as live goes on... a present that brings back past to present.. accompanied by pleasantly delighted. and soon it leaves" but it leaves leaving me living and loving only thoughts to hold. Knowing And excepting That we get old Understanding that memories Leave and live and come back.. There not meaning that there leaving There showing you they are yours! ↗↘↖↙↗↘↖↙↗↘↖↙↗↘↖↙↗↘↖↙↗↘↖↙↗↘↖↙↗↘↖↙
➡A thought that hunts is of pain coming from missing or trust but hurt the same..
She stood solitary in her own familiar darkness Shrouded by raven's wings Enveloped in the calmness of genteel grace This quiet a restful solitude Let the night be her one salvation Lifting her forsaken wings to salute the voluminous moon Wrapping her in his soft euphorbic ambience Each elongated feather scintillating Whilst silvery moonbeams dance along lithe quills Cradling each insecurity with candescent warmth Her yearning heart an ageless metronome Breathing beneath a tireless body Bandaged in a kaleidoscope of emotions and intentions An endless echo of misting enchantment Wisping amongst mindless shadows Shamelessly striking the chords of a timeless universe
Mothers are next to God. But nowadays , I was shocked to read few cases in book about child abuses by their own mother itself. Few kids are brutally beaten up by their parents because they were interrupting their work. I read that a mom shut her kids mouth and nose so hardly ( because he was crying aloud) that he died of suffocation.
We are parents sent by God to nurture and take care of the innocent kids. The care and love should not be reduced and should never forget our duty. God save our world.
Adheren mein chamki ek pyari moorat Vo thi meri maa ki sundar soorat Gale lagayegi barkar pyar saree Par mujhe krodh mein bade zor se hai mari Kya gunah kiya meine na mujhko thi khabar Haa par gussa hoti thi jab mein rota rahta agar Par bhagwan ne kaha, tu payega mera roop hi tu Par yaha sataye humhe maa hi kyu Kya mein ban gaya bhoj unke zindagi ka? Kya mera koi sthaan nahi, bas hain mobilon ka? Dekho tere haath ke nishaan hain mere peeth pe Ghut gayi thi meri saasein jab tune dabayi meri awaz mooh mein Maa ke roop mein bhagwan sunne hain Par yaha to roop badale shaitaan bhi mile hain
Shone a cute humble face in dark That was of my mother beautiful which sparked Sat in amuse that she will embrace me in her arms But I was shocked and afraid as she hit me hard I was unknown of my fault But when I cried she used to taunt God said she is the incarnation of him But I saw her with a devilish grin Am I burden of your life , mom? Is there no place for me or is just for mobile phones? See there is a scar of your hand on my back I became breathless when you choked me with your hand I have heard that mother is god But here I felt her as a demon in disguise