It was never about, How much hugs we had given, How much love we had made, And how much kisses we had blown. But was always about, How much he feels my feelings. And how much I sees his bleedings. Indeed, it is now all about, The depth of us in each other. Neither me above, nor below you, But always beside you, my love.©theerthapavithrangayathri
Sometimes even the toughest people,Will have the greatest heart.A clingy heart to remember people,People who had given pain andHurted them with stabbing words,Words that had ripped out their soul,Leaving a scar to show their ache.But still, they will remember you, with love.Forgetting it as an immature deed andActing like nothing had happened so far.©theerthapavithrangayathri
Memories are so powerful that it can either make you smile at the saddest of moments or can make you sad at the happiest of moments.©theerthapavithrangayathri
You'll not know the price of being cared by someone, until you have not been noticed for a day.You'll not know the worth of having a reliable person, to whom you can share everything with, until you drop them.You'll not know the value of a person,Until you lose them.©theerthapavithrangayathri
There are two kinds of people in today's generation. The one, who stuffs you with fake compliments and another one, who complains your mistake, so that you can improve yourself, to be a better one, some-day.©theerthapavithrangayathri
AND THEN SHE WILL FLY.
In the name of love,She had been caged, devoidly,Curbing her action of freedom,To be reined under the chained irons.He, being bossy, condemned her to slavery,To be destroyed, with no hope of recovery,Had said once, "she shall not fly,She ain't the righteous to dream,She isn't fit to know the world".For in view of the fact that,The world would be a threat to her.With him, the compromises felt compressing her,With him, the sacrifices felt suppressing her,Letting go the opportunities had oppressed her,Squeezing off the morale of herself,Even more, like an imprisoned slave.When all is said and done, in sequel,Stood ahead an articulate girl.Scraping up the scattered mind,And balming on the bleeding scar.Wrecking down the veil of threat,And showing off the glass-clear thought.An ember of rage showered like rain,Stucking her head and shattering the cage,That there is Dawn at the rear of dark.Be the world a threat to her,Be the people tear her down,Be the notions ruin her.Pull her not with the jerky knock,Quail her not with the dirty jinx.Let her rip off the stuffy sheath,Or set her free to let her fly, for,eternity to attain her darkest desiresAnd then one day she will fly.©theerthapavithrangayathri
THE JUDGEMENT DAY.
To my beloved homos,This letter is been written to remind you about the biggest untold truth and the slightest unintelligible lie being told among each and everyone of you. You all are born to die leaving this cosmos, backed with memories of better or worse deeds, so far made. From there you'll come to meet me, for your judgement day, that gives you a chance to explain everything happened yet in your life. To be more precise I want you to tell an incident you had lived for your 'self' rather living for others or lived by someone else. I'll ask you to tell the best of your life, hitherto made, that meant to be the ultimate motto of you, being alive. The judgement of your life will begin there. I could probably see people who may live like nothing of the world could defeat them untill they die, in one hand and on the other, people who crazily protests against the obstacles of their life, paving the way to hate me and cursing their fate. Let me tell you something hooman, I may had given you challenges to face, adversities to overcome and battles to get conquered, it is just to make you realise that the triump after the war, the happiness after difficulties and the pride after the downfall of barriers could also show a better version of your stanganantly soothed life. I want you to know that darker times can be brightened with the light made from you or you itself can be the light. You may sometimes get awed by some occurrences of life, giving an insidious quirk to brain and taking you to the distopian world packed with a list of negative thoughts like pain , stress, helplessness, hopelessness and so on. The person who could work like a trojen to gain a victory over the second death(dead being alive; get broken by) by shattering the shackles of apocalyptic feelings, gets reincarnated from death to be taken to the mysterious second life. And the one who fails to, should feel themself a waste for not worth fully living life to the fullest. Always remember life is a mystery of infinite tests. I may test you, I may make you feel that you are just another piece of holy crap born to be a burden for others. I may make you die when being alive. But the one who could process something worthy out from the crap, and the one who die like a warrior, happy with those few memories of life so far made are the real heros. You may sometimes fail because you are scared. You may be scared of losing something precious of life. Be think oneself, is there really something to lose. Everything around us is here today and gone tomorrow, they would flew along with the days passed by. The day when you lose everything which are made so close to your heart, you'll be ready to take every sought of risk, every hazards would feel painless, every tears would feel as just a drop of water and every rotten luck would be taken as your fate. Never get startled by the hardships at the head of life. The time may surprise you with a sorrowful present ahead of your door. And all of a sudden the same time will replace every agony with another surprise. This is life. All you need is to live like there is no death, love to be loved back and laugh like a champion. Once you get to know what really life is about, you may think of living it more than once.Yours lovinglyGod of life.©theerthapavithrangayathri
Life is a mystery of infinite tests.©theerthapavithrangayathri
No matter where we are in life, everyone of us will lose everything one day. sometimes life vanishes every little things of your's, leaving you in void or sometimes death Robs you to emptiness. All such things are just passing by and nothing literally stays permenant. so all we could do, is to persist some memories in each and everything we have, before death and after life is.©theerthapavithrangayathri
WHAT'S YOUR DREAM?(Part 5- Nana)
She begined. Raghav, that's his name. He was in his final year's and myself a fresher for predegree when I first saw him. Being two years elder to me he was tough and always bossy over me. I wonder what on Earth had made me fallen in love with him. "But I never felt Nana a kind of bossy man ever" I inturrepted. " Not your nana, I am talking about my first lover, or more like a crush or in your words an x-boyfriend." She said with a dangerous smile. An act of superior opression and chauvinism was been there in his action everytime. As a result of which he wished me to be a homemaker and a person who ain't had a dream to be something in life. That suppressing attitude of his, made me a dreamless girl or a girl who buried every dream in her deepest point of her heart. But at the same time your nana was my best friend of my class. Afterall when everyone was pushing me down to hell he was the only one to inspire me to live a life of my dreams. He found my talent to write and to be an author who could inspire many with my words. His continuous effort of endeavour made my mind to talk Raghav about my dream to become a writer. But just the way I expected he gave me an option to choose either my dream or him. For heaven's sake my mind was was prepared for this problem and I chose my dream. Which resulted in publishing 3 children's book today. It felt a pain of breaking my heart while rejecting him. But I would have felt a pain ripping off my broken heart if I had chosen him instead of my dream. Today here I am marrying your nana because by that time we had created an unseperable bond beyond our friendship. Ziya, sometimes you just need that one person in your life, who would inspire you to make even the impossibles, possible. For me it was your nana. When I dreamt to be an author your nana dreamt to make my dream come true. For some people their dream is to fulfill the dream of others or to be someone else's dream.©theerthapavithrangayathri