Seldom Pleasures!!

And now i think you are finally free...RIP Michael All we have to do, now, Is take these lies and make them true somehow. All we have to see Is that I don't belong to you, And you don't belong to me....yea yea Freedom; Freedom;

I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o’er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of golden daffodils; Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the Milky Way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance. The waves beside them danced, but they Out-did the sparkling waves in glee: A Poet could not but be gay, In such a jocund company: I gazed—and gazed—but little thought What wealth the show to me had brought: For oft, when on my couch I lie In vacant or in pensive mood, They flash upon that inward eye Which is the bliss of solitude; And then my heart with pleasure fills, And dances with the daffodils. -William Wordsworth

Dear Sisters, This is the letter every sister would want to write to their sisters. This is the time when I see you both getting to an era of responsibility with your adulthood! You live in a society which will always ask you to look your best, stand straight, speak less and speak soft.  The Society would pretty much know what you are best at then your own-self. They will know which Profession you should choose and which not; what kind of friends and how many of them you should have and whom not and to work or not to.. This is a web of complexities which starts its fabrication right from the time you take birth as a girl. This Society, people around you will try really hard to fit you in a certain mould. But its upto you how you take it. I know you have equally worked hard for your life, your career, your individuality just as our brothers. I know you too look out to be acknowledged for what you are and what you can do. You may do things a little differently but beautiful i

‘What’s you favorite colour?’ She  asked,. ‘All your emotions’,  He replied. ‘What made you stay here?’, She wondered. ‘The hope in your eyes’ He smiled. ‘Is that your love that echoed?’ She Doubted. Yes and its grown in time. He admitted…. Such was the story they lived, So virtuous and alluring, He loved her more than the tree carrying its leaves, More than the sun, Who died every night to let his love (moon) breath.. Slowly and all at once, He fell for her with his each heartbeat.