A HUMBLE REQUEST TO ALL.

Hello, dear ones!

Now, I know for all those who are new to WP you must be busy in finding your audience and followers.And to achieve that you must be peeping into other’s blog surely, which is a good thing.

What I have observed recently, people would come to my blog and press that like button like it’s raining.Without any stoppage, without any pause..all I get is ‘like’ to almost all of my posts.What superpower do such people have, I wonder?

It’s once again a humble request kindly don’t play that kindergarten games wherein if you like or follow my post so shall I. Nope!I will still follow the blogs that I admire or find my niche for.Your million likes would go waste, so save it kindly!

If you like my work, then only hit like as this platform is not like Facebook or Instagram, I write some of my deepest thoughts, I produce my originality here.I would really appreciate if you all take out your time to read it.I would be honoured, really!

As for the sake of followers, it’s my advice to all the newbie, please don’t indulge into gaining followers as your priority for if your work is adorable people will come to it by the end of the day.I know ‘numbers’ motivates us but you need to write with that flow eventually.

Hope you all agree to it.Happy Blogging!

P.S HIT LIKE TO THIS POST IF YOU REALLY LIKE IT OR AGREE TO IT.YOU WON’T HURT MY SENTIMENTS.



 

Come,count the ways.

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You ask how my body smells of you?You ask how I breathe for you?The atlas of my body shall show you the destinations.It shall reveal all the vulnerable points of my body,like summer meeting its cool breeze or love kindling in the most rawest form,wild and free.

Come,I shall count the ways,I fancy you,like the brightest moon sparkling the dark skies,making the sky worth a glance.Like the infinite kiss one could imagine,with equations equal to exemplary delicacy.Like the ways,it shall be divine with you in mind and your thoughts wild awake in soul.So fresh and dewy you are,come count the ways front and back.

I shall take you to the fragments of my mind,then visit you in my intoxicated mind that hold the pictures of you,all intensified to the core,with colors of your love,red being the prominent one.The splash of colors remind me,your impeccable horizons,I crave.You exist in my veins,come peek into my blood,for it shall proclaim your love,for it shall declare my utmost desires,the unheard prayers of my fragile soul.Come once again,I shall show you the mirror of my heart,you shall know that it is all you,for you.

 



 

KEEP YOUR CALM,SAY HI!

Hola lovely people of WordPress!

So, how you all have been?How’s everything, career, life goals?Plannings, if any?What’s new or what’s new that has been revamped only a bit?Anyway, you got the point.I have been keeping a bit off from WP lately, of course, due to life goals , but I knew something crucial was missing from my inner corner.Like a blank piece, perhaps and not to my surprise I knew the reason was me not blogging enough.

So, thought  I would say a big hi to you all once again.Wish you all a great day ahead.

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Need advice and opinion!

Okay, so how does actually self publishing works?Its that hard,right?I really want to learn the ways through which I could reach out more people with respect to my self-published poetry book.

http://www.amazon.in/s/ref=nb_sb_noss?url=search-alias%3Daps&field-keywords=the+travesty+of+soul

Besides what are the advantages of having a domain on wordpress?Besides the wonderous plugins that I know,what else is paramount about it??

Don’t forget to check out my book and drop you valuable opinions about the self publishing work.!

The love for ink.

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Tell me the ways in which I can colour my canvas more?My hands quiver and my heart palpitates further.The thirst remains unsatisfied,after embellishing my writing canvas with umpteen colours,is there a colour lacking still?I wrote with black and then with red,sometimes in vain and often in zeal.The paradox of learning the art still invigorates my very will.Oh how I loved the beautiful inks,the various synonyms for each emotion..sometimes fragile and sometimes sturdy. 

More and more I feel connected to my canvas,the beauty in it is indeed in my system,like the  art of addiction,yet not compulsion.The words and writings explain my deepest colour,oh do have you discovered yours yet?Go deep and dig further,till the ink explains your piece of earth in which you live.Is mud your thing or the valiant,bright flower?

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Your part of Lie.

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There are moments,when your heart stops responding.Moments when you hate the mere faces you see around,specially the masked one.The feeling is intense when the emotions you have finds no partner for love-making,or to be heard.Like a twig that falls from a tree but nobody cared enough or picked it up,healed it.That twig is all stale and just lying nearby its parent tree..Yes it actually happens.

I feel it.Like things choking and not coming back to me.Suffocating it might be.For sure it is profound.

I question my existence is a reality or a myth for my thoughts seem myths to other.So what better I become now?A myth yet again?Perplexing conjecture become the hard,raw truth at times..you see it and don’t want to accept it… yet you know,there it is..your part of lie.Sore and naked.



 

Waves and sunshine.

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How obnoxious our minds get at times,when our stomach aches nothing but pain,how crucial life gets to see a turbulence in our entire mind.Emotions get wrapped up as a package of miseries,unspoken hate and more worries.Those time takes us back to square one,where the roads once were bruised just like our heart.The soreness bites our little grinning thoughts that might have appeared through our smile,yes,it happens.

What do we do next?

There have been desolations since centuries after bloodshed,wars and this time the havoc comes when the peace in our heart is blacked out just like the charcoal.The brutality of times can never be said,there shall come,kill your innocuous soul and move on,it’s us who needs to erase the past,the past of hatred…the past of scratches,for there comes a beaming sunshine and a splendid view that shall scintillate our heartbeat and give us that bounce and once stolen thunder.

And my dear,that beam is still in you so sparkle more and unravel your solitude once again.



I Am, All That.

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Like knife,I appear

sharp-edged,brutal,

so uncoil me only to see

million of stars hidden within

Like an insipid soul I become

so unwrap me

only to see a cryptic haze of dainty-like rose petals

Like unfathomable dust,unclear

I become.

So rekindle me,ignite me with 

meticulous storm

and then you shall see

how unflinching,

transparent ,

I am.



 

How hard is to be satisfied?

Okay,so if we have everything still we crave for something better,unsatified!If we score 99%,we crave for that 1%,unsatisfied.If we have all the apples of life,we still will compare our lives with others,whether we check instagram,facebook..as soon as we see others making us feel bad by posting their happening lives,we become unsatisfied.Why?

Why this happens we can’t take elation in our own surroundings?Why post everything on social media like others?Is that the real way to show we are happy?We need to let peace kiss us,when it actually wants to.

We need to be satisfied in what we have,if it’s hard,we should practice it,till we excel in it.

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