Great Words

Hello Dear Readers! Today as usual i have got some nice thoughts to share but unlike everytime this time these words are not mine. But rather they are the messages given by some great personalities that i would be grateful to share. I hope you read them and find them worth of your knowledge. 😊😊

Well…in all these thoughts of people sometimes we really find the point where we are weak or what has to be changed to make us unique perfection like all of them above! Reading these great lines all i can say is:-

“Your Life is not to wear fashionable clothes,

Life is a cloth to wear that should always be in fashion!”

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जिन्दगी

“ज़िन्दगी” बदलने के लिए …

             लड़ना पड़ता है..!
         और आसान करने के लिए
              समझना पड़ता है..!
           वक़्त आपका है,चाहो तो
         सोना बना लो और चाहो तो. 
                सोने में गुज़ार दो..!
        अगर कुछ अलग करना है तो
              भीड़ से हटकर चलो..!
           भीड़ साहस तो देती है पर
             पहचान छीन लेती है…!
       मंज़िल ना मिले तब तक हिम्मत
          मत हारो और ना ही ठहरो…. 
                     क्योंकि
    पहाड़ से निकलने वाली नदियों ने
     आज तक रास्ते में किसी से नहीं पूछा कि…
           “समन्दर कितना दूर है.”

Unceasing Love

​It is a poem of a worthy loving couple,


Just of the religion of Love they were the people.

They loved each other with the soul of eternity,

Their faith and love had abound infinity.

Slow and silent, they exchanged their soul of hearts,

And decided to unite as one out of two halves.

Dreaming the ecstasy and happiness of two world’s heaven,

The anxiously counted dawn and dusk all pretended as one.

But, there prevailed in dark, an unknown fatal risk,

Their destiny was being dissolved by the dark mist.

The supreme wheel of time took a sudden twist,

The ‘one religious’ minds caught the lover’s wrist.

The young gentleman belonged to the holy Islam,

Hinduism was the religion of the lady of charm.

The two young pollens belonged to the “Super Religious farm”!

So, the love measuring the heights of depths was crushed in its arms.

Unfortunately, their love faded in the religious war,

And lost the destiny for which they always waited for.

But, this is not the sad end of the divine love,

From the limitations of life, their love stood above.

And this story furthermore became the symbol of love,

The story named as “The story of two loving doves”.

The place is special where they meet when the night arrives with Twilight,

“The moon of the Moon” is the worthiest place where doves live with pride and tide…

Unceasing Love

​It is a poem of a worthy loving couple,


Just of the religion of Love they were the people.

They loved each other with the soul of eternity,

Their faith and love had abound infinity.

Slow and silent, they exchanged their soul of hearts,

And decided to unite as one out of two halves.

Dreaming the ecstasy and happiness of two world’s heaven,

The anxiously counted dawn and dusk all pretended as one.

But, there prevailed in dark, an unknown fatal risk,

Their destiny was being dissolved by the dark mist.

The supreme wheel of time took a sudden twist,

The ‘one religious’ minds caught the lover’s wrist.

The young gentleman belonged to the holy Islam,

Hinduism was the religion of the lady of charm.

The two young pollens belonged to the “Super Religious farm”!

So, the love measuring the heights of depths was crushed in its arms.

Unfortunately, their love faded in the religious war,

And lost the destiny for which they always waited for.

But, this is not the sad end of the divine love,

From the limitations of life, their love stood above.

And this story furthermore became the symbol of love,

The story named as “The story of two loving doves”.

The place is special where they meet when the night arrives with Twilight,

“The moon of the Moon” is the worthiest place where doves live with pride and tide…

The ‘Me’

​I wish there could be another world,


Fullest of ‘Me’ and no other word.

A lovely place where nothing to abide,

But hush! This heaven shouldn’t confide.

And I would escape to its deepest site,

To live in peace; omitting the sight of other world’s plight.

Adieu to the weeps and to the one’s I cried for,

Because I have found Myself for ‘Me’ to adore.

Here I would merrily count the passing aeons,

As unlike the previous world here is nothing to forlorn.

And in the end I have a phenomenal plan to implement further,

I would turn this ‘Me’ to my beautiful sepulchre.

Since now I have lived the ages in my one age,

I would let my soul to sleep to wake up and beautifully write the next page.

Little but happy times

Manier times it happens that we experience joy in such little things that we might even feel awkward to express them in front of others…

But those little gleams of happiness are what boosts us up for our next challenge. Similarly my exams are finally ending up on 25th September…and finding enough time for long sleep after a week with not more than 3 hrs of sleep…is just woww! 

This greed of spare time also lights up a spark to splendor out the best of me in this final time..☺ So yea, celebrating little moments of joy really counts up!😊
                  #25th September.😁😁