Heavenly Muse

Every Human being rules in his or her world of imagination. Even if a layman could be a king, or queen while roaming about in the valley of sublime dreams free from worldly sour facts. Let me introduce here the princess living somewhere in my imagination. My name is Princes Roxanne. I belong to the kingdom of green land. When I opened my eyes, I found myself among love, affection and attention. The racial superiority of my family glorifies our status in tremendous way. Being the only daughter of the present King, I am supposed to rule over this very territory in near future. This insight of upcoming authority compels me to think a lot about my way, I will obtain during epoch of my own regime. I personally love to see happy faces with contented hearts. I can not even bear a mere glimpse of sorrow .I wish there would be a boundary around my territory that would not allow any shadow of pain to snatch the charm of colorful life of my people. I want to build an invisible wall ...

I am feeling so empty today as if I am having no control over anything happening around. Then following few lines seemed of doing a catharsis of my perplex condition. “ All my life I believed I knew something. But then one strange day came when I realized that I knew nothing, yes, I knew nothing. And so words became void of meaning. I have arrived too late at ultimate uncertainty . ” Ezra Pound

sometime in life we came across with dark night without even a single glimpse of moon and shimmering stars,still we believe that soon there will be a shiny day. sometimes in life there comes such a wildest autumn that all trees get deprived of leaves and trunk looks lifeless,still we believe there will be spring with chirping birds and colorful flowers. Sometimes we meet rude people uttering sour words with sarcastic tone ,still we believe there will be some sincere friendly will be waiting for us standing in the next stop. Sometimes sheer pain surround all whole body and legs seizes to move,still we believe that soon there will be an active current that make us move again. sometimes we lost all loved ones accidentally still we believe that there will be a miracle that brings some caring hands for us. Look such type of sometimes surround our whole life but a mere Strong believe keep us alive.

I usually don’t like sending or receiving forward messages. As per thinking ,it is one of useless thing one can ever do. Just to make sure that we are using our free package of sms ,we keep on sending jocks,qoutations and poetry to others. But few days back i read a forward message on my sister’s mobile (though it’s really bad to read others’ cell..ooops).and there was a message that i found close to my heart as it was about praying to God in a selfless manner. I just want to share this text with you people. I PRAY to God ‘’let all my friend be healthy and happy forever. God said: For four days only I said: Yes! Let them be every spring day, autumn day, summer day, and winter day. God said:’ No! Three days. I said: Yes! Yesterday, today and tomorrow. God said: NO! Two days. I said:’’bright day (daytime), Dark day (night time) God said: ‘No! One day’’ I said: Yes! God asked: Which day? I said: Everyday. God laughed and said: you really know how to negotia...

Love alone is capable of uniting living beings in such a way as to complete and fulfill them, for it alone takes them and joins them by what is deepest in themselves. ''Pierre Teilhard de Chardin''

I am a 24 years old girl .I have spent an ample time in the company of my own gender. I invested considerable time in making rumors about others, in discussing different ,so called ,important feminine matters; and in doing catharsis of yet to be fulfilled dreams .the most burning issue of any female gathering (where all girls single preferably) is to discuss about one’s ideal partner. By the way, I myself don’t know what is really meant by this word ideal. As per my observation and the time I killed during such useless debate, an ideal partner for a girl is guy with handsome look, with100 percent IQ level, with ample confident and attractive sound financial and academic background. The percentage of different qualities may vary from one girl to other yet the overall sketch remains same. Only few fractions of girl may be able to find out their true ideal, infact these little fractions just itself don’t know whether the respective partner deserved to be called an ideal partner, ...

He always insists that I should control my zigzag way of talking as it irritates him. He always asks me to slow down my pace while talking as he can’t understand what I am saying. He always suggests me to be practical as my bookish thoughts have nothing to do with reality. He always advices me to get dressed as per his choice as my own choices are not up to the mark. He always wants to me think the way he thinks because my way of thinking is just an amalgam of weightless ideas. I wish he could feel while I am talking in zigzag manner, I just want him to know the underneath meaning of my words. I wish he could feel the passion of my words being uttered hastily. I wish he could understand that my bookish thoughts have the aura of my unfulfilled dreams. I wish he could understand the way I dress shows my real self. I wish he could feel the way I think is fine for me because I don’t think about anything other than Him.

Listen, how much it is making noise, how much it is indulging me false enterprises, and how much it is into in making fake promises. Whenever, I start believing that now things will never come in right shape, this stupid emerges and shatters my belief. Whenever I teach my desire to stay behind, it comes and compels it to move ahead in the realm of impossibilities. Whenever I tell myself that you are all alone and ask it not to look around for any shoulder.it put my hand in someone’s and again start a relationship that has everything except Relation. It does not let me live me in righteous manner. It does not let me die. I still don’t know that from where it does come and how can I get rid of it,’’ this noisy Optimism’’

For every reader the climax of the story is the most interesting phase. This very point always remains surrounded by bulk of conflicts and burning problems, still we feel attracted ourselves towards climax. Apparently it shows that man feels conformable among challenges, but reality is something else. We want climax to get appeared because we want things to get settled. We want them to arrange themselves in rather smooth manner. We always expect that after this climax, all conflicts will be removed, problems will be solved, controversies will be erased, and exactly in the same way we want them to. But, is it really happen with the climax of life? I should have rather asked whether there exists any climax in life or not. in this real drama of life ,one can never be able to get stuck with a single climax and hope of the swaying peace afterwords, as life is an amalgam of climaxes .It deals with one conflict and keeps ready to offer another. When I was a child, I was told that after ...

Once upon a time, there was a king or may be two or three. Does it really matter how many kings there were. Not really...You know why? It’s not the king or prince or may be a fairy that attracts our attention; it is this phrase that leads us towards bygone ages and we feel ourselves in a kind of trance. That is why almost every fairy tale starts with this phrase. This simple phrase has a kind of magic that capture the attention of reader or listener. When I pondered upon the reason behind this magic I came to a certain conclusion. May I share with u? Oh thanks... You know what...we people are really afraid of time. Time keeps on moving. it never consider any plead ,any reasoning any request and moves ahead regardless of weeping eyes and broken hearts that it leaves behind. This continuous threatening phenomenon keeps a man concerned about his present and scared regarding its future. the confronting tired human beings feel themselves safe when they think about an event or incident that ...

Our car was parked under a shady tree in front of a famous burger Point. It was a rather warm afternoon of September.we three :my sister, I , and my brother; were not in good mood .because of severe weather and for not having good EXCITING HOLIDAY , we were not even talking to each other. It seemed that we had just come back after having a long dry lecture from our respective educational institutes other than spending two hours with zoo animals(may be we were mature enough to get attracted by mere wild animals). There was street just beside the burger point. Almost four to five boys of about twelve or fourteen years of age were playing cricket despite of hot afternoon. Their group were producing laughter at almost every ball and following stork. We were observing their enthusiasm while a hard thing stroke back side of the car. oopppss! there ball had done its job .I knew very well that how much father is conscious about his second hand lovely automobile that still has the capaci...