There is nothing left in the failing life, everything is getting lost.Everything passed moment by moment in the small stages of life one more year each hope kept turning in to disappointment,the same fate,the same reward all to words the end.
Not a small pathetic prayer in the vast .expanse that has no justification.But it takes an era or a century to complete.
It is not possible to achieve my goal even if I go with the times. Every time it slips out of hand,in the world of hopes ,what remains is left and the feeling makes the memory zero.
Long destination my journey but hope happy day
Woman, you are not an idol of limitless power,you have no alternative,you are perfect and wonderful, you are supernatural on this earth.
There is a lot to be learner from the dreadful scene of sorrows, but remembering them does not end everything.with new dreams and visions of the future,one has to reawaken with new dimensions.
In the happiness of one year, my new poem is happy that I have become active in this way too, I do not have any writing Venter here, I am not writing so well.but try it sometime it will be successful.
In any way I want to be free from my free shackles,I want to be free from every desire for my beautiful and my life.
Waiting for happiness in life it self, one who listens from.Heart to mind and then the box of words of my heart opens and flows with someone.
Your destination was difficult but you worked tirelessly, your journey was a successful journey, the destination was far away from that.But you have tried more than the maximum.
Here she is helpless on your priceless creation, it is unbearable, in every way she is in trouble, no one is able to recognize her and understand her.she is praying compassionately oh God call me from this earth.
It is better to be silent than to speak in loneliness, some may not be good or even bad.change yourself better than resist.
Imagining what cannot be and wishing for a world that became a mystery.But such a mystery that has been lost somewhere in the layers of time.
I am not getting tired now that even after trying, if nothing happens, why should the thief keep the illusion and give it to everyone?
My desire is big which is not fulfilled with no effort because I am losing my self.nothing happens when your life ends.
A mistake which gives us the process of learning something that you should not do this again and before doing anything, think about life, you will not get it again.
It is small but there is a lot of power in It, it is visible on the far right, the power to take a lot and try to fly.
I wish you were not like this, why should you expect from someone, you yourself are capable, what can be gained from what is not worth giving.let everyone be yourself be carefree and happy.
Some where now the bright ray dreams have been lost, some where in deep sleep everything happened, now it is not going to end, there is no hope of any hope, not much time has passed now there is no waiting.
Change yourself everything does not happen automatically, everything gets better by doing something. No one supports anyone, only your own power comes out of you from bad days.
Looking for a lot and trying to get it, don't give up, do nothing life.what a lost person he should do something and fill happiness in his life.
Have to say anything but no one is close to whom .whoever is away from you, has no attachment to him.so much to say for myself but no one for me it is not like that someone says about his heart, but with whom he can tell many things.
The past doesn't come again, the memory just gets sad, remembering a lot, make those moments life, only the happy memory is right, the moment of your life.
Right now I am just trying and whether something happens or not is in the hands of luck or time.whether I succeed or fail, everything depends on nature,I am working, the result is not in my hands.
The mind was fickle before,now everything has become serious.I don't know why this life is not so difficult.we can't impose our blame on others.can't blame others for your life.happens as it is not to be thought.
My mom didn't like showing off like everyone else.she was a woman of simplicity.she always thought of others.Never used to give false praise to children.It was his job to give to others, so he had many friends my mother is so different.
The darkness in thick, the road is very difficult.It's on but It's not very difficult, the way is easy.Tired now maybe there is no light.
Childhood was like magic and every moment full of magic.Now think if there were some days or fairy land.Just the memories and the things that make the mind happy.I don't know whether it was days or a dreams world.you know those days were childhood.
No,think of others,now make away, live for yourself,never live for anyone, don't be sad for yourself go ahead.
Human, you are not afraid of blows, you are unlimited, move ahead with your thoughts.Doing the difficult paths, the posture praises his path because you are the souls.
Little angel flower like you, You are the basis of new life. You are the ocean of joy. You dream world. You the axis of life.You are small but unlimited. Have a confluence of feelings.You are the mirror of mother's wishes.you treasure the joy of mother.You are prayed by mother's god.