A Lesson From Bird

Have you ever wondered how difficult was it for a tinny bird to trust her feathers, but once she wipes out her phobia. She was not the same as she was before. She will apprehend the universe in her own way, she can find her own destination. She can sense what liberty is. What so ever fear was within her all was faded away by just taking a small decision . Does it really happen in real life as well? Shall we start believing in ourselves? Should we start relating every situations of our life as the bird’s one?

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Image source : GOOGLE

Duh, we cannot relate every situation of hers with our living but if it comes on believing in oneself. We should drop all kinds of terror from the highest point so that the fear from us will crumbled and it will never ever choke one’s neck.
If every person start taking the lesson from bird and move forward, trust their invisible wings, sing their own song and and seize the moment. Then everyone’s life would be filled with love. And if there is love happiness will automatically come. And where ever happiness starts existing, there will be the permanent existence of eternal triumph.

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By Varshita Pandey

My metaphor of Joy

You were the SHINING STAR of my life, whose little beam of light gives me immense energy and a charismatic charm.

Your presence was SUNLIGHT for me which diminishes the horrible zombie which was hidden inside my mind and heart.

You were the three favorite colors of mine which was SUNRISE, SUNSET and RAINBOW.

Your AURA was so divine that I don’t need to go anywhere in search of happiness, motivation and love in my life.

You were the WARRIOR KING of mine, who teaches me the perception of someone’s else does not define motive of my life and my worth.

You were the FEARLESS SOUL and your teachings helped me to fight with myself and the circumstances in the most toughest times of my life.

You were the VIVACIOUS SOUL for me, I wanted to copy everything from you but I couldn’t make that happen because the Golden heart you possess is not within me.

You were the INSPIRATION to me as I have never seen you cursing people which did bad to you. And the positive attitude of never giving up was lit.

You were the TOURCH BEARER for me who guide me that there is the most amazing gift which you can gave to anybody, anywhere and anytime that is helping others.

You were the DREAM CATCHER of mine who diverse and rectify the bad thoughts which was going around in my head.

You were the LIGHT OF MY LIFE , which creates distinction between darkness and brightness. If you started believing in yourself then all of your energies are collected at specific place and that emits the light called BRIGHTNESS.

You were the PERMUTATIONS & COMBINATION to me, as anyone can understand you whose intentions are good and has a good deed however those who are greedy, arrogant and selfish considered you as a complex creature and they can’t interpret you in n number of ways.

You were the UNIVERSE to me, I could easily discover new stars, planets, galaxies, asteroids, meteors, and a new hope as well.

You were the FUNDAMENTAL SCIENCE of my life whose techniques were implicit so well in my life.

You were the METAPHOR OF JOY to me which was the reflection of euphoria.

Instead of showing anger to God I’m very thankful to him as they had gifted me the GLORIOUS PHASE of my life which can never be replaced with anything. The knowledge which I seek from a single person like you is the wholesome definition of what life is to me. I must have done good KARMA’S in my previous life that God has gifted me a GEM like you. I can sense that there is a place like glorified heaven whenever I was with you.

Written by – Varshita Pandey

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She and her diary,
Set a perfect plot twist in the end of the story;

Her only dream to find a way back to him from the snow shades blankets in fairy tales island,
The dull sunsets in the Salty deadpool eyes of migratory beauties to wait for the night showers from the nightingale melody tunes in the midsummer days.

Her Frantic lofty troublesome eyes embrace to the perfect lunar calendar days in saints love chants,

And her diary to her endures tearful night with tremendous hopeful scarlet stars in sky,
All her seatbacks teach her to fly high and high,

Her romantic comic Romeo decorate white marble kingdom with charming spectacular lights,
To lignite all eight directions with holo effects of love.

Atop from all fairies laugh and weave beautiful binding sonnet to the children’s book.


๐Ÿ—’Her diary

Beyond the sprinting dancing rains


Beyond the sprinting dancing rains from the shaded through the eyes charming eyes,
Night deaf tonight, dumb tonight enhance pious warm and cold chanting with trillions unveiling stars and moon,

Beyond the sprinting dancing rains trailing all sadness of fear
Oh last rains diminished hidden terrified clouds darkness phases,

Gossiping tadpole jumping and jumping,
Crock ,crock spung up respite from lunar diary of hermits,
Holy enchantment, holy Nature spirits drowning on the droplets like a diamond .

Mood swings on a little mesmerizing cold breeze dancing high and singing high,
All dears, all fears and all gears boosting high rollercoaster rides,

Oh beyond the sprinting dancing rains, oh beyond the sprinting dancing rains
Highness rectifying allegations of fates and faiths,
Beyond the sprinting dancing rains…..


Story ๐Ÿ˜‡


I chased butterfly in new morning when clam light surpass by the green grasses dews,
Alleys seems the same,
Craving funky songs mixed up all the eternity sage,
Often time and often times that alleys amazed and welcomed me for caring the one who always be the one,

Last rain ,and first rain hiding from my heart in the scarlet alley,
I wonder when he just hold on my hand, I wonder and as usual I wonder.

Night sung the purple song, I waited half more an hour,
I played Guitar on beautiful chanting under the big tree,
Thought all my chanting lightens up bonfire on the darkened streets of twin alleys,
Hope the day will arrive soon with little patch of love ,

Alleys ,alleys and alleys memorizing all the hiding rains of trains,
Alleys, alleys and ,alleys smiling all the foolishness of mine in big pictures of troublesome love story.




Long way to chase after you, inner golden eye flashing towards the lurk of glittering rides,
Flowering expostulation spreads aromas on the peddler sweeping side,
There is long way to chase after you in thunder hight,
Little difference takes prescribed form the devil’s spice recipe of life,

Beautiful shaman healer song preserve melody peace though the golden era.
This is the place where spring conceive humorous of seven stages of life,
River flows on the souvenirs of mountains top,
Beautiful compilation of Nature’s lullaby melts devil’s ship of the pride.

Eyes narrated immense stories from the ancient history of prideful knight,
Sun shines inside from inspirational stakeholder skies.

End of devil’s spice




An Awkward Silence


I weaved million dreams of you,
My heart goes into deep tales of scary night.
An Awkward Silence..
An Awkward Silence..

He meant to be a piece of my mind with full of upheaval uncertain shocks,
I remembered all those pious silvery flies with charming embracing moonnights dimflames around the bonfire sets,
An Awkward Silence..
An Awkward Silence..

Stars in the sky as high as my incredible lonely mindset of travelling to the embankment to the basement of love life,
An Awkward Silence..
An Awkward Silence..

Sunrise to sunsets he sat next to me,
His imperfection all lies to head,
Oh my ,oh my uncontrollable feelings set my heart on furnace,
An Awkward Silence..
An Awkward Silence..


Let Me Be Your Sunshine


Let me be your sunshine, let me be your sunshine,
In ravel’s of rains, in travel’s of hazes,

Let me be your sunshine, let me be your sunshine,
In new morning shrines, in new evening prime,

Let me be your sunshine, let me be your sunshine,
To stay often remembering all joyful colours of beautiful sky indeed, to stay often remembering lustful vessels of empty love,

Let me be your sunshine, let me be your sunshine,
In morons of sadness, in funky tunes of happiness,

Let me be your sunshine, let me be your sunshine,
In earnful days of year, in trustful ladders of fear,

Let me be your sunshine, let me be your sunshine,
In saturday morning tunes of buzz, in sundays night melody of stars fuzz,

Let me be your sunshine, let me be your sunshine,
Shinning flies rode to the fairy towns charming sights, brightening tides surfing to the moon land of romantic heights,

Let me be your sunshine, let me be your sunshine,
The last day of apocalypse when confessions flying to the end of time.

Let me be your sunshine.




Sun is setting down,
All the dusky fire lamps lighten up.

Cold breeze announcing the arrival of striking moon beams,
Humours eyes immensely feels the same as the butterflies in sky,

Music lyrics seems unfamiliar to eardrums,
Her scents fulfilled enormous warmth to depth of heart,
My music notes are flying like a cherryblossom leaves in skies heart,

Her smile to me like music notes,
Her everything makes a perfect songs,
Her cry ,her pain craving, spreading beautiful delighted aromas inside the heart.

Her hugs to me felt like heaven to my clumsy bare heart sides,
For me ,Her temper, tears, and love completes all bewitching notes of music with beautiful voices of the world.



All fairy tales are born here โค


All birds wake up,
Sun rises from the eastward, distributing
Warmer lights to the lover besides the roads,

Beautiful solitude solace ringing morning bells to beautifying dusty roads of sides,

Blue skies throwing pleasantry rains from the diamond eyes,

Drop! ,drop ! rains drops reflecting and bouncing back from snow white magical mirrors ,the lakes,

Sun seems started to meeting with seven colour friend opposite to the eastward ,
Helping us to stepping forward to the princess’s world of wonders,

Sleepy puffy eyes of mine capturing goodness of the nurturing scenery of the versatile system of the Goddess Nature.