Whispers of Heart

  Beyond books and beyond conservative measure, Lies the path, where one finds real treasure. Where the master grants the Sky and the Space, To young minds to freely roam, To think, to explore, and enjoy the journey from Rome to Home. Where boundaries vanish without a trace, And the world feels like a neighbour's place. As if we trade with brethren from America, Dine at Dubai, and invite Putin for Chai, Say our heartiest Namaste to Africa, And to China, just sigh! (sigh!) Where the classroom turns into a cinema hall, And we become both spectators and the cast overall. To find such an extraordinary guide is rare, For such devoted souls are indeed quite spare. Blessed is this day to give us a chance, To express what we often let pass in silence, For amidst the words of corruption & Bengal's violence, For amidst the words of inflation and depreciation, We rarely can pause for heartfelt appreciation. Sir, you inspire- By the way you teach and reach Into our minds, By the way yo...

  Let your first poem be full of mistakes, your first video feel cringe, your first painting be imperfect, and your first conversation with a stranger feel awkward or silly. That’s okay. Let the world criticize you, ridicule you, even discourage you — let them. But don’t stop. Keep going. Because perfection doesn’t come at the beginning; it comes with time and practice, and it always follows consistency. Quitting your passion or hobby because of people — no matter how close they are — is like sabotaging yourself. Don’t be afraid to make mistakes or appear imperfect, because perfection comes only after travelling miles of imperfection. Remember every Master was once a Beginner. 

You cannot water the garden of someone who chooses to stay in drought. 

The one who remains calm is already ahead of everyone. The world belongs to them to rule. They make things possible. They are the true players — and they will win.

Loving someone without truly knowing them is like inviting a stranger into your home for tea, without suspecting what could go wrong.

    Image Source - Pintrest  /Revelation/ Gazing at my pallid palms, Releshing my mind in my mind, Applauding the mystical carbine My Eyes settled for irresistible siesta: 'A bizarre library with no soul around,  Scary clown gripping a book emanating strange sound. As I plucked the book and read Thunder echoed inside my body. Following the REVELATION, I ran, rushed and dashed into a forest dense and deep. I tumbled down, before I could calm Managed to crawl through the littered leaves floor, I flumped into a wooden stump and Gazed at my pallid palms ' My eyes wide open now Mind mediating between fantasy and actuality, When blood streamed from my knees NO DREAM ! Pondering each word from the Book Hoping them to be distorted , But mind silently accepted the truth, And hands rushed through the withered pages of my notebook… /Last Birthday/ I'm inscribing each faces in my mind, Each curves, ups and downs, and the symmetry, Just this day and I'll set them all free. Giftin...

Img Src - Pintrest  The clouds grey sing the ballads of love, And I immerse into the topography of your pretty face, The path that remains shallow, yet somewhere it’s deep, The Mariana Trench must be your heart— So hard, so hard to reach. The curves of your eyes and the jaw-dropping jawline, Where my eyes slide, skiing, The delicate smile that reminds me Of the touch of a feather. And then I swing towards the helix Of your ears— That seems strangely beautiful. The urge to caress your hair, Even when everyone is there, As if I own a piece of your heart. No lie shall I utter— My eyes drew toward you from the start, Even before any words were exchanged. As you speak with fascination to your own stories, The dilemma strikes: Which star shall I focus on? The eyes, the cheek, the forehead, The voice, the vein, the hair? Yet I love the art and the artist, And admire you with that Blushy face. Hours passed just like that, As if I were the passenger And you, the...

Source - Pintrest  The Paths that our feet kisses, Days on dried land pass, the aroma it ardently misses, As we walk the familiar lanes, Our runs, our jumps, our crossing of the road, How can the mere vessel of mud hide the love that I hoard in my ocean, with sea shells of memories and imagination, The human verses cannot describe this utterly divine sensation. Our hands that slightly miss the touch  as we walk, And when our words fall short, our eyes talk.  The perfect rhythm of your eyes and your head When they bow in my greet, That marks the moment when my brain surrenders  And my heart captures the driving seat.  That pretty face that compensates  for any hassle made, And the prettiest eye lashes that provide the warmest shade.  The face that I could look at forever and ever, The universe maybe conspiring In the best of its efforts To bring the two of us, together.