A Flawless Beauty

What a flawless beauty she was..

Handpicked from the plantations of the angels, she was gem perfectly brewed
Soothing as a cold breeze on a sunny day, a creation so magnificent that it would make the creator smug.
an awe-inspiring work of the divine art that no strings can ever encrust.
And my words are just an expression to the beautiful stimulating serene beauty that found its personification in you.

What a flawless beauty she was..

Rachit Sharma

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Death

psychological closure , i dont know if i ll get it , read somewhere that "disinterest is the closure" , i dont know, for me closure is death, whats this life about, people want cars, house , best looking people but eventually what does anyone get, they get to die. yes, death is the ultimate destination. you can get a bunglow but eventually it's all going to end. its all going to come to an end one day and thus it doesn't even matter to me now. should it matter ? please tell me one good that it should, people say they want to travel, they want to explore the world, they want to explore cultures, but what for , what the hell in this world for ?, eventually we are just seeing people surviving in a different way, it might be different in india, different in canada , different somewhere else and how does me seeing that survival style make any difference to whats in store at the destination. its just like i am going to delhi, but there are many other states in the desti

why people hurt ?

going back into the deep memory lane where lies nothing but darkness and realities of how much rude people have been , no light of kindness expect the ray of love by family overshadowed by the cruelty of the world outside who treat humans like toolboxes. This is somewhat funny , i was just thinking , how come everyone has so much time to hurt me always ? , i mean i just can't stop myself from laughing that every time i help someone why do i get in return a harsh end , i m sick of it now , i don't feel like helping people , i just feel like i should only mend my own ways let people brick their walls themselves , let them be the drivers of their own destinations and probably they are for them i m just a signboard. Now , sometimes do you feel the same , do you feel like doing good for people sometimes doesn't pays the way we expect it to be and sometimes suddenly their is an outburst where it was least expected . thinking all day about it and listening to some audio's

Some Drugs Don't Kill

"Music is my drug and you tube is my supplier " I was just gazing through my news feed and this caption struck me ,my eyes stood just there and my mind started it's journey into the out of sight lane of absolute peace where lies nothing but a soothing experience which is divine , and how much true is this ?. For me that caption is a bulls eye , i mean ever time , each and every time i am down on zeal , the time i feel like, life's lost its juice, it's not stirred well or life's so tasteless , Music is the ultimate sweetener.just take your instrument out and play random, go with the flow,no barriers nothing, just start playing and you swim across the lane so smoothly, the world suddenly looks so cool and amazing isn't it? and boy if this sounds cheesy , u better take up an instrument and experience the power of strings or percussion yourself. u just cannot stop when the beats take on and here i am reminded of a great saying "all those w

The Cryptic Soul

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