Keep riding the bicycle named “life” !


img_0381

Life is just like a bicycle which you decorate as you like and keep riding it until you stop or it breaks . In your journey you meet with tons of colorful , little, precious moments just like these birds , but the birds are not meant to stay with you forever . But you will meet such little birdies all through your journey .

So enjoy the ride of life and cherish each moment !!

 

 

Advertisements

The Black And White Heart !!


It’s the heart which paints the world red,
It’s the same heart which makes you dead.

It’s the heart which makes you smile,
It’s the same heart which makes you bleed every while .

It’s the heart which makes you dream,
It’s the same heart which makes you cry and scream.

I wonder whether the heart is loud or quite ,
but I am sure it’s a blend of black and white .

———– Shahini.

6915864-black-and-white-love

P.S Kindly do not copy.

Nostalgic November !!


To me you are the breeze of spring ,

To me you are the song which nightingales sing…….

To me you are the dazzling drops of rain,

To me you are the happiness of heaven……

To me you are the tree which gives shade,

To me you are the sweetest memory which makes all the bad ones fade……..

To me you are like oasis in desert,

To me you are like diamond shining in my heart……

To me you are the true blessing,

To me you are the prince about whom I was praying……

november_002

November is a very special month to me as it was this month when I met my prince. So I decided to write a poem about what he means to me ❤

Hope you all are going to like it and dedicate it to your loved ones……….

The Master Painter


colo

You might wonder from my caption that whom am I referring to as the master painter !!

Its none other than our very own mother “nature”.

No matter how hard we try , we cant play with colours like nature does and this picture which was clicked by me in Omaha Henry Doorly Zoo is one the best example I believe..

Just enjoy the photograph as mother nature comes with the best and most wide palette of colours..

Pain Demands To Be Felt !!


I always waited for every “first” with you,

But it was not the same from you..

I wanted to see each corner holding you hand,

You were busy alone discovering hill, sea and sand..

At times I feel I am wrong,

So I try recovering myself with tunes of song..

I feel incomplete inspite of being one,

Because you never bothered to understand my heart atleast once..

May be I wont express this to you ever,

But I am sure you will realize the day I will be lost forever..

P.S This poem is not indicating anyone in my life but during march I wrote this so shared with you all. I was inspired by the book Fault in our stars so you can see this pirticular title of my poem

soo short story (eight)…


One fine evening She suddenly turned into a thief.

But People didn’t call the police rather applauded and congratulated when she stole.

He also happily and blushingly allowed her to steal.

This time she stole his sirname just like He stole her heart two years back and the two thieves lived happily ever after..

P.s its my little story of life 🙂 ❤