I have no Idea, what I had written. Each para here says the next part of Happiness.
Years back, in the late era of 90's, two love birds, gave birth to a newbie Queen.
Who later in the beginning of 20's, emerged out to be ray of Hope, wrapped with Ink.
Time went by, years passed away. Love birds rested, but the ink in queen lasted. Almost 22 years of Journey, and she was grown up to furnish the preciously wrapped untouched sheets.
Now, she was no more a seed to be watered. She was no more a flower to be plucked. Yeah! She was a soft heart, but she own those painfully spikes for the haters and spoilers. She was after all a father's fairy and mommy's attire.
She is a girl with Silver_Spoon age. Celebrating her natal day. (Birthday). Wish her now, and find her now. She is an angel with a open tone, WOW!
On this very special moment, I wish her for this old age fashion. May all her secret be true today, and she wears the crown that her king holds away.
This inked post is an emotional packed untouched gift for the readers. It's a poem come story telling, written to please the readers and leave them smiling back to what they read.
The phone beeped again, and this time it read, "Everyone use to introduce themselves, how about I introducing you?". Reading this the female protagonist got surprised, yet she went excited and texted; "Stop! Pampering me. Come straight to the point. And, what happened next was something beyond imagination.
Saw you an year back; Wearing black on the way! Holding perfume on the air; You sounded furious taking no care! In your feet, you gazed at them; Leaving curve on lips for those man! Glanced that on looking at you; Found blushing, moving in the que! I in you, forced you to stop; Giving them a reason to come at top.
There I stopped! Holding questions in my heart; What to ask? When to say? Echod the art! Rise the attitude up above; Leaving the solitary soul deep below!
Inquired the heart once again; Asking for a touch which is yet to begin!
She was named 'Teddy Bear', Wearing his crown at the top of fear! ♡
I looked at my unfinished pages of poetry and wondered why everything is about a lost love. amidst the pages I have petals of roses though dried, their fragrance exists along the edges almost like a ghost that haunts my dreams. the roses were a wayward gift from a love that almost feels like a half finished thought that's at the tip of my tongue I can feel it teasing my senses. all the unfinished verses begin with him yet I do not complete them, quiet like the unfinished chapters in our story. my memories have cobwebs along the edges. the pictures have glitched over the years and there are big blurred spaces in them. It's almost as if my heart is slowly writing them out of existence. I always paint a pretty picture of him, like how he was a benevolent soul, a great love that changed my entire being, and such other deceptive pretty words. sometimes I wonder if I distort the truth to pacify the hurt that still has it's roots somewhere deep in my heart I guess I'll never know the truth. I always try to finish those verses but every time they feel foreign and leave a bad after taste in my thoughts. maybe they are best left in those brittle pages of my forgotten book of poetry, unfinished, incomplete, fragmented, quiet like how our love is.
Though I too had an ear of living, Flying, moving and playing. The span of life buzzing, Making everything bit sharing.
There was a time, when we used to speak for our rights and people criticized. There is a time, when they speak and the whole nation summarized.
We never gave them a reason, Nor demanded for any season. Yet they kept using our kingdom, Erasing their own boredom.
They polluted; they mixed up poison, Making things uncomfortable and undesirable. Wish, we had been covered; Humanity should have been delivered. Mermaid have been stayed, If things have been unchanged.
This era of living is all about sharing; sharing everything a person has. But, once you need the same share, people start showing their true color. We live in such a world, where the words like: humanity, respect, hardworking etc. Doesn't even comes into existence!
We believe in others easily, but at the end all we had is a lesson for all our believes!
Sorry for the long post. But, do read this piece of Ink, as I bet you will love and adore yourself deep in it's depth.
Happiness upon ourselves. Maybe it's not about the happy ending, maybe it's about the story.
The purpose of life is a life of purpose. The difference between ordinary and extraordinary is that little extra.
Happiness is a direction not a destination. Thank you for existing. Be happy, be free, believe, forever young. You know my name, not my story.
You have heard what I've done, but not what I've been through. Love is like glass, looks so lovely but it's easy to shatter.
Love is rare, life is strange, nothing lasts and people change. Every day is special, so make the most of it, you could get a life ending illness tomorrow so make the most of every day. Life is only bad if you make it bad. If someone loves you, then they wouldn't let you slip away no matter how hard the situation is. Remember that life is full of ups and downs.
Never give up on something you can’t go a day without thinking about. I want to be that girl who makes the bad days better and the one that makes you say my life has changed since I met her!
Love is not about how much you say I love you – it’s about how much you can prove it’s true. Love is like the wind, you can feel it but you can't see it. I'm waiting to fall in love with someone.
I can open my heart to. Love is not about who you can see spending your future with, it's about who you can't see spending your life without... Life is a game for everyone but love is the prize. Only I can judge me.
Sometimes love hurts. Now I’m fighting myself. Baby I can feel your pain. Dreams are my reality. It hurts but it’s okay, I’m used to it. Don't be quick to judge me, you only see what I choose to show you... you don't know the truth. I just want to have fun and be happy without being judged.
This is my life, not yours, don't worry about what I do. People gonna hate you, rate you, break you, but how strong you stand, that’s what makes you… you! There's no need to cry because I know you'll be by my side.