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Writer’s Corner

Walking alone under the harsh sun

Walking alone under the harsh sun

Walking alone under the harsh sun I can see your innocent smile. Mum, your love is my temple; your face is my prayer. Mum, without you, life is so rough. When I close my eyes and see a striking butterfly Surround me in my sturdy stage and my gladdest times. You fly into my imaginings, and when I am slumbering You will always be an Angel infinite. Mum, still, I can feel your every fragrant breath and begged that each one wasn’t your ultimate. But the time was so cruel with me, Mum. I wanted you to wake up and…
You aren’t mine

You aren’t mine

   My heart is furious Its seeing bizarre delusions When I close my eyes It feels that You are mine, It's giving itself deceitful expectations. I have absolutely nothing. All my imaginings are just fake. Would you please Come to me and  make this soul understand that You aren't mine. My Tears fell all night I was waiting for you but it was just my hallucination. This heart fears parting Knotted to your breaths, Because it was only attached to you. I can see your faded love ,     Even I know each step will kill myself Still, my…
My love is a splash of tears.

My love is a splash of tears.

Stories of my feelings for you have all been illustrious, Look at how they are all linked to your name, Perhaps it is my generosity that I am silent till now, Even though I know all of your failings. People who don't burn from inside, They are like dead vessels, The only thing being cold are the bodies. Burn this world to the ground with my silent words, When my destiny is to cease to exist eventually. Then where's the harm in flaring up before turning to ashes. And those ashes become of my strength. Expectation touching hope should never…
To be confused is nothing to fear

To be confused is nothing to fear

To be confused is nothing to fear, You are simply rotating, coasting, flying into free fall. Pausing for the second when your wings disengage from your sides, get the breeze underneath their feathers like sails. At that point you figure out how to stream with the difference in the breeze, figure out how to discover your beat in the wake of progress with each crinkle, each move, every breath. Life won't usually be this way, a wreck of shades of selections of choices, you're too hesitant to even think about making. Your body won't generally feel like this, a collection…
Life is filled with unexpected things

Life is filled with unexpected things

  Nights like this, I just want to walk away Disdain some more to make our memories fade 'Might regret all the decisions. I made But not how I left for my heart to aid. Life is filled with unexpected things, Fortunately, you can be friends with your enemies; Alas, your friends turn to be your enemies. See, life is filled with surprises. Funny it's going to seems, and at an equivalent time, It will indignant you truly. Dishonesties that are across the seven seas that occupied the innocent minds, Denigrations can abolish demolish and Destruct the trust that was build in careful stack. I've…
Please hold me just one more time

Please hold me just one more time

Can you please hold me for some time? I know this will not keep going forever, So please stay with me, Before the morning detaches you. I know very well this will not keep going endlessly, Please hold me just one more time. Before the morning, It washed everything. I am just a lonely standing candle, with melted tears who can give a light up for the darkest moment And die silently. I can't imagine tomorrow you are no more with my side. But We have left to share our adoration, Your love is like oxygen for the rest of…
To my Daddy, “separated by death, together with by love

To my Daddy, “separated by death, together with by love

 In an enthusiastic memory,RInrainbow  In an enthusiastic memory,The rain pours even when I dance alone,By the time this mist clears.I'll run with my feet wet,Daddy, please hold my hand ,Don't leave me alone again.…The moon looks so isolated,Like it's weepy in the bright night sky.Even though I always know the morning will come,I want to stay in your heart like a lil star.The day, that momentIf I knew this was gonna happen.If I knew you won’t be with me anymore,I would have remembered more of them.When will it be?If I see you againI will look into your eyes And say,…
The meaning of love means sacrifice

The meaning of love means sacrifice

I close my eyes and take a long deep breath, the blue skies turn to the dark, no more stories to write. my smile conceals my screeches. The tears have wiped, but my eyes are still drizzly, My sting is departed, but the wound is deep to hide, I want to express, but mysteries are to retain, Life is just rotating around mysteries, I wanted to walk with you, and I lost you forever. I couldn’t find you anymore and no one to hold my hand. I can't understand why I'm alive, but I stand again, Like the oceanic. Whose streams, Many times…
Mommy, I will remember you

Mommy, I will remember you

 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~   The sense of life is to come and go. Visualize, if I was given one moment to exist, simply a tiny amount of a single cut of my past. Even in my eyes, there is a wave of an ocean And also are tears of hope. Glooms persist, and symbols of emotion remain. But still, I hope to hold that moment close until the end of time, and that moment would happen eternally last. I'd put the moment in a safe, inside my heart's habitat. I could open it when I needed it, also, I would know the…
Life can appear to be a perpetual labyrinth

Life can appear to be a perpetual labyrinth

Life can appear to be a perpetual labyrinth, The exciting bends in the road, respites, and deferrals, However, things consistently become all-good... Sooner or later. The hurt of misunderstanding something, Also, the exercise it frequently brings along. Are they there to make you solid... Sooner or later. Life can be extreme, there's no uncertainty, However, trust is what we can't manage without. Right things with happiness will come to fruition... Eventually. By rinrainbow
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