The world was cracking apart, and breaking into two. It felt as if lighting came dashing over this world, and a shining light filled our eye site. The human kind were born to make this world better not to cause destruction. Ashes all round the place, the fire blazing and the screams of the people echoing back every time i take a step forward. The people deeply buried under the buildings and the fire is taking over us to handle this Earth better. But nobody knows what may happen to this world. What will happen after the humans are wiped out from this earth. What? Something humongous just raised out from the land like it is the almighty god and has always been there for us. The flowers blossomed again, the trees cherished. Beauty was rising from the ashes.
Beauty lies within us,
You just look a little far from your premises,
Identifying it is difficult,
But the end result would be great,
The birds chirping,
The river rising,
The Croaks of the frog,
The slithering snail,
There is so much in this world,
as he sat beside him tears came trickling down his cheeks. the vivid memory of him was passing through my every synapse in my body. it was an obnoxious truth which was behind my Utopian world.
With the oil it keep burning,
For it depicts a lot,
In the lonely night,
With the flickering of you,
The preparation of tomorrow,
All rests on your shoulder,
Don’t leave alone,
There is so much to do in this world,
Keep burning on,
With all your might,
Extra oil is what you need,
Anything at the drop of a hat,
But till that point keep burning.
Dancing by the velvet moonlight doesn’t means healing,
Don’t just live for yourself,
Just give a thought only once,
About other people in this world,
If you can’t do great things,
Then for the small thing you do,
Do them greatly,
Heal your lies that mark you,
Heal other people’s life,
Heal for the betterment of this world.
Night-time shades burn my eyes. The light goes on and off like a vintage electronic. I look up, then look down, then look left and right and under at the silent sky and the walls which are a rather dirty shade of blue.
My thoughts are killing me, and my dreams are hurting my eyes; I am lost in the sidewalks of an earthy world that is floating high and looming low. Spirits, catastrophes….. Eat me like I’m the softest rock in your lovely grip.
As I was walking down the street, the street lights flickered and created an eerie setting. The moon and the stars, warmly nested in the adorable sky, whose beauty is hunted by the celestial objects. The moonlit doors of the houses were all locked, and was just reflecting back them. It felt as if I was in solitude and the only man alive was me. As I kept heading down towards the path, I was stunned by all the awkward stuff that was going on here. I felt as if somebody was spectating me. There was something going wrong there. The presence of somebody was perceptible.
Sparkle as a shining star,
Sparkle in the lonely night,
Sparkle because you are the only one who is left,
They all are far behind you,
Sparkle because you are full of happiness,
Sparkle because you have achieved,
But don’t sparkle too much or your energy would be diffused.
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Ornaments and flowers,
Beaches and wine.
I could give you my voice,
But first give me your glamour, so divine.
I could read out Ulysses to you,
Speaking words which with I made myself,
And lies with which we hurt ourselves.
I could be you like an Ernest Hemingway novel.
And write for you,
In a sun-packed hotel.
But I do not.
Hear me writer,
i am a fold you know.
You have seen many strangers,
But they weren't kind to you.
Fail me better,
Another day another time.
Laugh out louder,
You shall be a happy man,
In the limelight.