A LETTER TO THE HEART

RIGHT AWAY FROM MY HEART

Dear memories,

The most sweetest of all that one have in his or her life.Memories are those reminders of what all of us had been through in our life,they are imprints of our life that are engraved on our minds.Some memories remain as memories whereas others fade out within and as time goes. Let you be a flashback for each one of  the human kind existing in this world of," thoughts that move at the speed of light,  minds that are searching for a peaceful world  and feelings that are falling  apart''.Let you be a beautiful one for those hearts who are going through tough times. 

With love your partner in crime,

 Your's beautiful mind 

THE HAPPINESS DOSE ,EVERYDAY DOSE

THE HAPPINESS PORTION

Every episode of life teaches you something till then that was unknown to you. So all you can do is to be  calm and quiet and let it pass on. After all ,after every sunrise there is sunset like wise in life uncertain sagas don't last too long they also passes as times goes on.Let those difficulties in your path make you more stronger withstanding all the difficulties.You feel so light as a feather that you are about to fall from that pillar of support, but the universe pulls you back into the vicious circle of good vibes. From those par bad times you are going to bloom into the most beautiful and ever enchanting flower this universe has ever had,and your fragrance is so special and solitary that it proliferates happiness and love spontaneously to the world surrounding.

The Angel Diaries

 THE BROKEN ANGEL

She was a little princess of her dreams 

Her dreams were as big as her loneliness but nothing could ever separate her from her dreams .

Her dreams were the walls that she  build around her loneliness so that she could be the lone warrior of her land of dreams.

She was a warrior of her own of thoughts and dreams and yet as a lone one she fought the war. 

Her mind was always was puzzled and trifled by the homosapiens, they never gave her own world to fight for or live in, all she could do was to act like a puppet in the puppeteer's hand or be as loyal as a parrot in a cage.

She was neither of both,she was an angel who forgot to smile

who forgot to laugh and the one who could never make her tears rolls down .

There once,
 existed an angel who was born to love everyone and a happiness roller coaster 

but she could never be as her because she was a victim of homosapien mind games, rather her heart, mind and soul were dabbled by the hands that were born to be the hands of demons .

They shattered that beautiful angel and her astonishing aura.

She is no more an Angel,she is a Broken Angel