Every time I come to write on this blog i don't know what happens, the words flows like the rivulets from the upward mountains, as gush of water flows to the downward with the noise that can be heard from a distance. I know not with time where will we tread but the imaginations set here needs a hand to nurture them, the passion and desire to make it real. Art will be worthless if it doesn't reach to the imaginations you have set.
Its a dream world where we are part of a unique style of confessing, pouring the feelings which have earlier not been profoundly understood or taken as to understand.
Every imagination and art if not reached to its destination it will be worthless, it might be remembered as a failed attempt to the world, so where you are at the verge of making it a failed attempt or succeed in bringing humanity to understand the Art of communication, Communication in the positive framework gives a cheerful existence in future without the regret of losing the path.
Once it may look to you a childish wordings of a mature person but ask once to yourself, the dreams of your eyes may die a death you wont ever wished under fulfilling others expectations, it might look harsh to you, the people who brought us to the world, don’t they really believe in the world of your dreams, if they don't it will be worthless to die for, if they do its worth to give them what the expect of you.
It may be a road less traveled but this one we have chosen to travel in the due course of life, with a promise the path may be steep but togetherness will bring the courage to walk on those roads which are scary and fearful.
So here i am with a word,” I have scattered my dreams under your feet, tread softly."
It is wrong to think that love comes from long companionship and persevering courtship. Love is the offspring of spiritual affinity and unless that affinity is created in a moment, it will not be created in years or even generations.
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