And Yes Here is the Next Poetic Rhyme in a row yaa! Read the passage of a journey of man Hoping that it never ends the aroma and love of the distinctive things he saw throughout the journey is left in his soul he is obsessed with the journey and wants it never end BUT every Journey has a finite distance and have particular destination and thinking of that makes him feel low but reality never fade .. without which it cannot be defined so ya ! here comes this beautiful poem Titled- Journey ; Towards Destination Written By- Shuja ur Rahman leave a comment If you like the throughout Journey THANKYOU LOVE SHUJA
Why? Why do we need more freedom? When we are having enough Is there anything we are scared off to deal with Why we grow up too fast leaving all the childless behavior back Why a man does attains a certain age called maturity and starts judging what is wrong and what is right We can’t remain a child forever like till death Not judging anything doing mistakes and doing the hell what comes up and cop up right the way No but we gain maturity and comes to know that we are dealing with hundreds of problems and certain pressure , behaving like a pervert in front of what we are thinking What does perfect looks like? I am asking because I haven’t passed a day in my life according to the thing so called perfect Or I should correct even a second in my life What do this mean at least I wanted to knew Why do this all things or thoughts trigger my mind even I don’t want to think of that I don’t know about it Ok I have planned hundred times according to the so calle...
Sounds of leaves uttering by shoes of passengers were heard , Flashback to a ago when these leaves were the pamphlets; exchange letter of the lovers Written with feelings like deepen heart words elaborating each others love Considering the beauties ,the chaos, the stillness, the oneness of widen and exotic love The life that tied the thumbs of goals to the future was embrace with the newness of present Present with her Contracting an amendment for forever was the promise to be sign on But what? Was that “forever ” worth a penny ; the promises , the chaos , the stillness, the love, the sacrifice , the aims, the oneness of two, all deemed to low that sake of illness derived from coward people’s thinking was born And this ‘ forever ‘flew away from the life of two to one like the bird that flew just after freed from bars Forever was ever meant just for never Th...
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