Wavering, restless mind.. give me a break tonight!
Sirens were blaring, panic rose in the air.
Deep, longing notes,
A slow melody.
Picking up pace,
Hurried but serious,
Like a wave,
Rushing and reaching
Towards an unknown.
Confused thrumming of strings
Discovering and learning,
But never hesitating.
A sound of a human voice,
Calling, reaching out.
Smooth and blessed
Sounds like harmony.
A peaceful rhythm.
Day 27 Inktober – Music
Put on headphones, turn up the volume and listen to whatever floats your boat.
Be it rock, instrumental, dance, hip-hop, jazz, country, or Bollywood. We all need music in our lives to remain sane.
Day 21 Inktober – Sleep
The best part about sleep is the position in which you wake up. You know you’ve had a good night’s rest when you end up waking like this.
Sleep, the solution to everything. Sleep tight!
What is this religion for which we fight?
That we are so passionate and proud about..
Does it teach us to beat people?
Harm them, murder them, or hurt them?
If it does, then why are you standing by it?
If it doesn’t, then why are you doing it?
Religion is staying together and showing mercy.
It is loving one another and being at peace.
It is about making the world a better place for our children.
The theme of war is popular in movies.
Every single story which is based on war has made hearts weep and tormented minds with grief.
Yet we fight.
We make movies and we write stories on war with an eternal hope that someday man will realize the consequences of war and stop it once and for all.
It is a sad reality of this world where no matter how much one tries to promote peace, somewhere in some part of the world, soldiers continue to fight and innocents continue to die.
Man fights man by wrecking havoc in each other’s lives. They understand war only spreads sorrow and causes misery..yet they continue to fight.
Whose fight is it anyway?
When will there be a time where all of us will live together, forgetting about power, differences in culture, color of the skin, and religion?
We are only a speck of dust in this universe, when will we understand this and learn to embrace life?
Let us be grateful for being alive, so spread love, peace, and joy every single day of your life.
In the midst of commotion..
She faded into oblivion.
The incessant squabbles went on..
As she rode away on her pink unicorn.
She yelled from the inside of her lungs.
Believing the pain would leave her body.
But she only ended up feeling hollow.
The tears had dried up.
Nothing remained but sorrow.
So she tied a scarf around her neck.
And walked away into the misty shadows.
The trees have shed their leaves
Only the bare empty branches remain
Looking like a wrinkled old man’s outstretched arms.