Few People fluctuate like volcanoes and then subsides.you can never know them completely. You only know what they choose to show you, and that too changes like the tides.

अपने वजुद को पहचानो हार तुम कभी ना मानो मोसम तो आते जाते रेहेते है पर तुम्हे चलते जाना है अपने कदम बढाते रहो अपनी मंजिलो को पाते रहो मुश्कीलोंकी परवा कभी मत करना खुद पे इतना विश्वास रखो तुम ये सारा आकाश तुम्हारा है तुम्हे बस चलते जाना है

मुझे अपना एक तारा एक फ़लक चाहिए ये दुनिया आम है, मुझे कुछ अलग चाहिए मेरी कहानी और किस्से पढ़ने वाले कह रहे थे कि तुम्हारे जख्म गहरे हैं तुम्हें कोई मलहम चाहिए तुमको कान्हा की मुरली और मूर्ति दोनों मिल जाएं तलब़ तो है मीरा जैसी राधिका जैसे सबर चाहिए!!! ~अंशिका वर्मा

 जिंदगी का दौर जिंदगी का दौर भी खत्म हो जाता है नए युग का सफर फिर शुरू हो जाता है पर छूट गए है जो अपने उनका तो बहुत कुछ इस जहा से चला जाता है आखो में बस उम्मीद का समुंदर रह जाता है, जिंदगी का दौर तो खत्म हो जाता है, दिल का दर्द तो दिल में रह जाता ह

Fall occurs binding the summer Am I hallucinating? Probably not, I'm just a dreamer Is it even real Or am I living in someone's mind ? What seems to be true, is precisely not! Puzzled and curious, a souvenir must be behind Folks living in the loop of zenosyne Others existing in the aestheticism of Caffeine, So many wonders yet to be founded Portals are aligned, the lives should be grounded Are you taking me out, of this hole? Or should I continue to play this role.. Deep under the ocean or In the mystical woods, In the world of Dragons and Fairies or under the hoods The word 'mythical' is not any true Illusions are sending us the clue It's a search for the Unknown, That's yet to be revealed - Namita

I dream, the day you smile I wail, the day you cry. I think of you at night, I like the way you smile. No one could ever know you as I,  No one would ever miss you as my eye, I wait for you to say me goodbye,  Like the monsoon waits for July. You're the ground and I'm your race, You're the bird and I'm your cave. You're the words stuck in my mind, You know, I need you by my side. You're the drug that keeps me from dying, You're the reason that I'm trying. Oh Girl! I beg you to be mine,  It's 'YOU' for whom I wrote these lines. ©aks_variations

Are these all so beautiful just like they show? the open sky with extra contrast, clouds visible like dusty stains on glass. rain droplets shining little too much, crystals hidden over every surface. colors of rainbow snatched from the sky, scattered on buildings, beings and people passing by. are these filters, filters of life? sieving your blemishes and letting out a smile? do all these clouds and every drop of rain, colorful surrounding and every colorful days waste without these filters? do you look at them with the device or you simply adore them, with just your naked eyes? ~Shrey

ज़माने को तभी अच्छे लगेंगे यहाँ जब हम कफ़न को ओढ़ लेंगे © Devesh Patel