A story: Lesson to life-1

Once, there was a couple. Both were in a deep love for each other. Boy was perusing his studies, and girl was employing in a company. Both loves each other and respects too. Whenever boy was free, he used to call her and they speak for long. All was going well. Few days later the girl used to be very busy at her office. Whenever boy called her, she was never able to receive that. And after office she was busy at her home, so some times she was never replied him. Days passed, same thing was going to be happening more frequently. The boy understands her problem, and always gave her enough space to do her job. With time, the number of call made by boy decreased. For showing her care the boy did that frequently, and the girl made him a promise that whenever she will get time from office, she will inform him then they will talk. Days after days, the frequency of calling constantly decreased. One day the girl dumped him, and got away.

So, one question arises,

why their relationship reached to this end?

Who were the responsible for their break-up?

Did his extra care and freedom was the real culprits which lead them to end the relationship?

Be careful….

love

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Widow Feelings

Widow feelings,

black and white,

Both nature and day,

Goes to temple,

Prays whole day,

To pass…

Start with ‘Tulsi‘,

Jailed in home,

Paper and ink

Sketched a blank…

Vibrated soul,

Sleepless eyes,

Moist round chicks,

Imagined that myth…

Extreme sorrows,

Works left not borrowed

Doing the same

Welling the empty well…

Happens in grounds,

Unfertilized with emotions,

Neutralized by demonstrations,

Of their wills, and powers to heal..

Does it matters,

Life being scattered?

Emotionless and dampness without hands of hope,

And willing ever loss…

The storm of Sorrow,

Could bring all this horror, but

Is it that end??

You wished, when eight.

where that aspiration,

And optimization??

You planned for something.

This is the Right phase,

To round the circle, if wish

Against the avoidance by you,

And Tear this myth, that

you can’t or you wouldn’t…

If agree to stand,

Against that you,

Gear the heart,

to pump very fast.

Because the chain or oath,

Needs effort a lot,

to Break, to Change….

Now load the sound, that

 You could, you can, and you will.

Yes!

That is the spirit,

To coupled the charm,

With care and with ‘Jaam‘.

 

 

Tulsi: A small plant, worshiped by Hindus

Jaam: pack of wine