You gaze at me like a pointed gun,
I never waged war against a paisan,
Thy eyes swallowed me like a drop of water-
Caging the full moon on its kisser;
I am imprisoned inside your pupils-
without breaking the eyelids.
Don’t ever accuse me for tormenting,
Your heart and soul.
O, My angel I feel secured,
You not jailed me though,
To save me from dust and ash,
I feel warmth of love, and tears,
Feeling dual love in my life, when
You birthed me two times in your eyes.
We often say the money is not life and we must stop running behind the money, but dear friends is the love and peace are enough true in this world?
We suppose you stopped earning the money and you have left with an empty wallet to help your girlfriend and she must not be holding the hand for long.
And the love is not fair enough to justify her that you have more than this universe.She will not be convinced that you have millions of stars than millions of bucks in pocket. After all you need the same love as the millions of bucks like millions stars in the sky.
Ok, let us assume you are lost all your sense and have much of your health going down everyday.Your way of connecting to her stopped for few days and she is happy without you. Those words she spoke to you and promises will not remind her that still there is love. Because when one goes through an unfortunate time, the other person cease to love you anymore. This is common for both parties.
So love is not enough and you need money too!!! Chase the money and then chase the love…
Love without money and life, is like planting trees in a desert!!
There is no true in this world but there is true money that give you everything!!
கரையை வந்து வந்து பார்த்துவிட்டு
வெறும் கையேடு போகும் அலைபோல,
நித்தம் நாம் களித்திருந்த இடம் வந்து,
கண்ணீரை நிரப்பிவிட்டு போகின்றேன்.
He twisted the whip against her plait,
She fell on his lap as a bestie,
He took her on his chest,
Consoled the her desires.
Talked for hours and played like babies ,
They are best pals in heart,
Yet, time has come to end the story,
They are dusts in the time,
Memories will speak the lures he inseminated.
#Metoo is the word that every social media freak is talking about in India. Twitter is flooded with hell lot of stories that women were hiding for a decade I suppose. Thanks to social media revolution to open up the doors for the justice of suppressed women.
Guess , a woman asking to join you in the tea party and taking you in her car, and intoxicating you and raping till your penis bleed like hell, and leaving a word not to open up your mouth about it?
Or Guess a woman manager calling you in her cabin and unzipping her pants to asking you to please her to the hell and if you are about to spread a word about it, you might end up loos the job.
Dear men, will you be able to survive of this soul wreathing stories?. But women were hiding this and lived a horrible life about men. And had been warned not to speak up for the centuries.Now the back doors also closed for the filthy men.
Power and money has suppressed and made many women as whores and sluts on their eyes. Let us stand with them and raise our voices too. We should bring up them and give a justice to remember.
We see thousands of blogs and millions of posts, and we really feel hard to select which blog to follow and which post on that to read. We at times simply like post reading a few lines of the post..but we all have different things that make us read a post..
share your thoughts what really makes you read a post?
India the peninsular land of saints,
A mountain of religions and beliefs,
Ocean of knowledge and science,
Was swallowed under the colonial rule,
Lost it’s morals and unity,
People forgot the ethics and divinity,
Divided and ruled for half millennium,
Patriots and freedom fighters,
Emerged and fallen under bullets,
the land of non-violence against British bullets,
Fetched the freedom under Mahatma’s leadership,
World understood the meaning of freedom fight.
Democracy flourished and a declared republic,
Once again taken under control of politicians,
Was stolen and looted the wealth abroad,
She lost her beauty and customs,
Indians struggling under the poor leaders,
India the peninsular land of looters,
We pray her beauty to be revived.