ruffledheart

~  We are a ruffled soul when we don't earn a single penny. The naked truth is, the real banknote make us slovenly. Markedly coarse and crude we become. Quintessence is of no value. Standing Forth at a Fork, vaguely (and in pride) we believe to be touching nothing, but, Zenith! ~   The length of Time and strength of Patience turn us into a phenomenal gilded glitzy piece of Gold.

We played together and sang songs, at the times of blossoming Held hands and roam around, all the way, dancing. At then, there were No hitches and No crumps No shrivelling and No Humps…. Just the florets round’d us in, Just the perfumes in the fin Blest we, with glee, charm, cheer and all the win. You’ve been my dear darling sister-friend-sister all long With you I feel absolute comfort n nearness, even in Throng. De facto, we aren’t the real ones in name (By God’s Grace)With no matter, we go so good, with no tame.   And now, when your BUD has turned out charmingly, My Dear Doll Wondrously SHE came out and call me “MAAsh” beautifully, that makes me Toll. I confess, I love n adore her all the more, way more than i do you I will be the same , always n forever, I keep myself true. Love ya Sister..!! Cheers to Us!! (Hope,, no murk comes in our way.. ever)

* Would love to clench and enclose the blessedness once and for all; ofttimes the joys are ravaged and smashed in Embryo  (or even before that) .  21s t day of feb, 2013 * Those whose bosom doesn’t stir; neither at agitation nor much at ardour, seems to be veritably ,but, surprisingly tickled pink.  26 th day of feb, 2013 * Nothing would devastate the bona fide vibes that run through me; this ecstasy is for my own flesh's sake. The "turning" is; and would never be of any concern.... 5th day of mar,2013

When troubles comes your soul to try, you love the friend who just stands by, perhaps there is nothing he can do, the thing is strictly upto you. For there are troubles all your own, and paths the soul must tread alone. But just to know you have a friend, who will stand by until the end, Whose sympathy through all endures, Whose warm handclasp is always yours. It helps someway to pull you through, Although there is nothing he can do. And so, with a fervent heart you cry, God bless the friend who just stands by...

While reading Blake's "Songs of innocence and experience" I was flown away by the thought of comparing these two figures.. Tiger And Lamb!!! Both are created by the Almighty.. The same Hands created them.. still both of these are so different in every aspect.. It really leaves you to a quest.. How did He put that fiery light into the tiger's eyes.. How did the creator of the tiger soar to the distant skies or descend to the depths of the earth in order to obtain the needful fire for the tiger's eyes? Whose hands could have dared to catch the hold of fire? And how? Well, i wonder, the Angels of God must have been amazed to see this creation by God, and they must have had thrown down their spears and wept to see such a merciless and ferocious beast been created by God. It is amazing to know that the same creator had created both the lamb and the tiger. The Lamb is innocent and mild and meek. It has been endowed with bright and soft wool. It has a tender voice which ...

A Brain is a vast landscape and i, a dumb artist, i have no idea about what is it making me to do,with myself and with the world("unruly",should i name it??) I'm lost in this murky cloud I'm lost in this sound so loud I'm lost in the Autumn's flow I'm lost and feel so low... But I have faith... and so... i'll move on with Glow!!!! My heart endures so much but this world wants me to confine all what i'm conceiving.... They want us to be realistic,, but how can one be realistic when they do not allow us to come up and say real things,that our heart endures and our mind conceive.. ??? The moment you come up with anything unconventional,,what you get in return is a slappy-comment.. What a WORLD it is...??? Onerous...!!! And Obscure,Undoubtedly..

She looks in the mirror, with a flame in her eyes In love with herself and thats her only vice. A tinge of shadow on cream-peach cheeks, Kohl-lined eyes and Ruby-red lips. O' dear Madame, just throw a glance, a toss of your head and you can make the world Dance!!!