The hours fall
Like the petals of flowers
Dragging the borders of veils...with me
To beautify the beauty
...
The scent of words
In nostalgic breeze
Its poignance wispers, memories
Innoscence spoken melodies
...
Cherished Time
The hours fall
Like the petals of flowers
Dragging the borders of veils...with me
To beautify the beauty
Drench my heart in petal showers
Like the festive seasons
With handful of reasons
To smile like innoscence
In decades once...
And veiled otherwise
Like the child in black park
Counting stars in dark
Talking the moments
Minutes and seconds
The precious friends
With innoscence
Blessed to breath and stand on my own feet. My only hope, the Almighty Allah.... There is no room for expectation for the creation but the creator....I want to believe. Expectation sometimes seems mere mind illusion, making the thoughts turbid and vision unclear....untill I turn to my hope and bow down to seek refuge in the remembrance of my creator....and pray, to never leave me alone
Some stories are not meant to be narrated...you live them but none witnesses...only the Almighty Allah knows The beautiful part is you have no words to narrate but abundance of feelings to feel... The As sami...needs no words
You are my Inspiration, chippu.