16 year imperfectly perfect guy
WORLD POETRY DAY- MARCH 21
A soul once had endless emotions,A mind once had millions of thoughts.Once, they faced each other,To leave the imprinted words.©rahul_govindan
YOUR LOOKS DON'T DEFINE YOU,BUT YOUR LOOK DEFINES YOU.©rahul_govindan
MARCH 8- WOMEN'S DAY...They aren't simply a soul..but a soul with courage and dreams..if not we support, atleast we allow them to make their progress.
"YOU HAVE COME A LONG WAY FROM,behind the bars to leading from the front,junk minds of people to assets of the society."Who knew that an ant in the minds of people will have such courage? Who knew that the broken wings will heal by itself? Who knew that a wardrobe full of red will now be replaced with shades of pink and white and blue? She believed she could, so she did."YOU HAVE COME A LONG WAY, YES YOU HAVE."©rahul_govindan
Teachers, the soul which is born to share in order to raise the lives of others
Everything we do is much easier unless and until it comes to sharing. Be it food or time, knowledge or privilege, we own it, yes we own it. We all, except few are self centered in some way or the other. And the few include those who are qualified enough to share with you, their knowledge, their skills. One say,"it's your duty" and the other say,"you are paid for your work". Be it the words of misery, words of deception, either they listen or ignore it but put up with it. "We aren't machines but we are humans", the most common sentence used by them. Yes you are a machine not because you put up with everything but you have the ability to put up with anything. Be it a child or an adult, everyone over here is a teacher, one who nurture and inspire others. Yet again, "Not everyone over here are self centered."©rahul_govindan
Wishing you all a happy REPUBLIC DAY...
INDIAN REPUBLIC- by G RAHUL
The grounds of our mother nation was red...the blood which was shed by our people was imprinted...the hands which used to give became the hands to beg for alms. Where living became a hell what would these people do? Where their rights were declined where would these people go? The cry of the people became the melody for those men and sorrow became the slogan. There isn't anything to do??? Time offers everyone with something but had to wait for it. These people waited, struggling till the end of their breath.The blood which was shed now turned into anger..Their patience was now a protest...The forces now joined - one with armour, one with weapons, another who had nothing other than his words...One fine day the ground began to retain it's colour..bliss began to replace the cry as the melody...Yet again the hands were freed...It didn't end with thisbut there was a need to do something, something...There came a man with glasses wearing a black suit, who seemed to be a protector, protector of rights...he drafted it and here we enjoy our rights...©rahul_govindan
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THE FINAL SHOT - by G RAHUL
The sky is now red, a deep vermilion with full of anger in it. There stand two men, tall enough to pierce the limits of the sky by their rage, whose eyes hides all their feelings. Eyes can hide to shower but not the heart. These two men are now set with guns in their hand. "It's time for me to prove who I am, it's time for me to show what my courage is", said to themselves. Going back to the scene... "what made the sky red? What made them to go for a rage?", questions raised among the people and each one had their very own answer. The two men are now raising their guns, facing each other at their forehead. Just one shot to go and the end has now neared one. The last minute for one of the two and where will their minds go? what will their heart search now? One could now hear the cry of his kid while the other feels the smile of his little one. The days what they have come across are now passing them without leaving a second to feel it. "BANG", the crowd witnessed the sound and the ground is now alike the sky. It would have come by the bullet, the first one to be shot. The sky is now changing it's colour, leaving it's imprint on the ground....©rahul_govindan
National Youth Day- JANUARY 12...This man is just exceptional and a rare one almost impossible to find again
Where knowledge prevails,changes evolve,And so this little kid opened his eyesTo shatter the despair..."All Indians are my brothers and sisters"said one."Sisters and brothers of America"said this exceptional man.The one who disliked all the likes,Whose words would change the billion minds...©rahul_govindan
NATIONAL BIRDS DAY... JANUARY...
Can you share us about your place of birth?We don't expect the answer to be "the earth".Those titled "the brainy creatures"without any stuff,Where love and limit, act and wrath has no context.You must have spread your wings,so high,And put yourself down in the land of pleasure.©rahul_govindan
MERRY X- MAS TO ALL...LET YOUR DAY BE FILLED WITH LOADS OF JOY AND SUCCESS
Once a woman gave birth to you..Who knew that it was the day of enlightenment?Who thought that you would be the saviour?Weren't you the one who listened to the dumb!"Mary did you know that your baby is heaven's perfect lamb?"©rahul_govindan
YOU ARE LONE
Not in the absence of thousands around you,But in the absence of one good around you..©rahul_govindan
#did @mirakee @writersnetwork This is my short story. Hope you get inspired by it.
STORY OF MY LOVE
Once I did lots of faultsWhere I envy everyone with lots of hatesI was agresive and full of hatredI argued with everyone having lots of debatesNever did I appreciated anyone's workNor did I ever helped anyoneBut one day I fell in loveI felt that that's my life and only oneI tried alot to win his heartI showed so much LoveI tried to be so much obviousBut that still wasn't enoughOne day he approached meAnd told me I must not envy I have a beautiful heartFrom that day I start to be myselfAnd I never argued a single wordWe then fell for each otherAnd now he's my love of my life with no doubtI then came to know that everyone is good insideAll you need is someone to help you outDonot be the one who is hatedBe someone whom others can LOVEBe the one who shines like the sun and moonEven though you are up above©ariyana
If you could say it in words there would be no reason to paint. - Edward Hopper
A poem closest to my heart. #schoolmemories
Waking up in the morning and going to school,
We never thought it as so cool.
The most difficult task to find the lost socks,
And arranging pens in the instrument box.
In hurry to catch the school bus,
Forgot to eat breakfast in the rush.
Standing in the long-long prayer,
Was a work of great dare.
When got the news that teacher is absent,
Then who in the class acted innocent.
While chit-chat with best friend,
We never knew when did the period end.
There we made many friends,
Learnt many subjects and new trends,
And thousands of memories that will never end.
Then comes the day of farewell,
Only when we loved the noise of period bell.
We never knew the place which we thought as hell,
Will one day become a sweet memories' well.
There are endless beautiful memories to unveil,
But just one poem is not enough to tell.
Treat them tenderly...They can get killed pretty quickly.Treat them gentlyThey can be bruised in infancy.Treat them respectfully...They could be the most valuable things that ever came into your life.Treat them protectively...Don't let them go away.Treat them nutritionally...Feed them,and feed them well.Treat them antiseptically...Don't let them get infected with the germsOf negative thoughts.Treat them responsibly!Respond! Act! Do something with them!How do u treat good ideas? By acting on them ,that's how .I got this amazing from" Tough times never last,but tough people do!" By Robert H. Schuller@rashi100108,@libertine13,@soulfulstirrings,@queen_f_loyalty,@sajank,#2chinmayee
How do you treat ideas ?Treat ideas like newborn babies.See caption
I prefer drawing to talking. Drawing is faster, and leaves less room for lies. - Le Corbusier
#social media#generation#ethics#good#varsha#mirakee #life @varsharock
Upcoming gen are becoming mannerless it's not because of social media it's because of the way they use it,Social media has the power to cultivate good habits and ethics in them coz they are in relationship with phone but not with people!©harsha_sampath
Art is the most beautiful of all lies. - Claude Debussy
Punctuation matters, yes? Now take either of the sentences and build a story/poem around it.Let us know if you picked the first or the second sentence in the comments.Use #woman and share.