The lost path

The lost path

It is late when you realize that your time has passed and you bent other way. This is a common problem among most of us. Every passing day makes you to peep in your times that are stolen and now you can’t go back to correct just one string.

Same happened to with a witty girl- Aradhya. Being fond of creativeness and being curious by her mind, somehow she turned to a different way. This might be a different way for her till the time she got to know that she has been grasped by authority. Each thought of her was shattered into micro pieces like minute particles of an atom. In the real and true snecario, her trust was shaddered by fakeness. She felt as if she has just started her journey from the first step of the ladder which likely happens in the game of “Snakes and Ladders”. You move constantly with your pace however you never know which snake will be a hurdle for you and bite you in between. And then take you to initial step.

Though she was walking, she was still in thoughts,

She was strong yet weaking inside,

Turning from LIVE to ALIVE.

A few years and time ago, she could ignite the fire in everything and charge without plugging to electricity. As if work gave her energy and she over-joyed her job. What was not to be neglected for her. Whether it is name, attitude, fame, intellect, and her frame. Her every previous day make her to met new and fresh opportunity which can be only idectical to her. Her love and dedication towards her passed times does not let her to count her days. Rather, the fact lies in enjoying every sense of a moment with everything.

Time runs too fast,

For your own story to cast,

Watch the game and aspire each day,

There is every one running in this mental relay.

Connect yourself with the situation: You have your birthday approaching within just 10-15 days. You are excited about all the wishes and gifts to be sent and given by your dear ones. You assume and imagine your special day as an occasion like anything else in the world. The day is there, something happened in mischief and you are unable to celebrate your birthday. How would you feel? This is the same what is lost in the past. It is like something is only yours but it eloped and snatched from you. Now, you are in nowhere to flip your way.

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The art that plays

The art that plays

Hey friends, Hope you are all doing well. Here is another walked experience in my life. Read and enjoy!!

A string of lie in a culinary way,

To hide and subscribe, for the praise,

Which urges and dirges within,

To go for anything and to anyway,

Faced everyday, everywhere, and nearby,

It consigns the mind out of a clear and pure path,

And sucks like a dark black hole, 

You'd neither know and nor would you feel,

Covered by dust, and granules,

Takes through the haul of the flames,

The day would come and will definitely run,

Though it would be late, not too late,

The consequences of the mischievous contents,

Been at the touched skies or flown to the peak,

It will show the mirror, and the real figure,

Merging from nowhere and will make to stand at the first lane,

Every passing day will,

Weigh your creed and your actions,

There is no one who is abandoned through this clause.

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