Hey guys, after a long span of time stranger is here with a new poem “COlORS of LIFE”
Looking at the sky wishing for my angel I scorched my eyes by the tensed light of the sun…
When I woke I found myself tangled in the blue,
In the dearth of joy, I started looking for the red love…
No green in the life but behaving like the dove…
Engraving for the food
I found Black and got banished for forbidden fruit…
Shaping the path again, I fall down to the earth.
Kissed the dust and felt the gray…rising up after the failure I found the indigo.
It filled me with the zeal and powered me to let my falls go.. . .
While trying to fly, the shine bleached my eyes often. . .
But as the cloud appeared the darkness of shadow made it soften.
Like the yellow, they supported me in my rise…
Like a drastic thought of solitude, never to materialize.”
Description: It is a story of a bird who wish for his angel to come to him and adore him but while looking he faces the tormenting shine of sun which burn his eyes. He found himself in tantrum and sadness but with a desire of love. There was no greenery near him from which he can fulfill his life. Things he founds were not worthy enough. He didn’t give up and started looking for a path but he loses the battle again and touched the ground. Again sadness kissed him hard. He lost his small wings but he was determined to live and as get motivation from the shadows of cloud he founds solace and with a new zeal he starts trying to find out the reason for life. It is just a thought of aloofness.
“I felt very sad when I was going through my diary and found nothing to post on Valentine. But the pages stormed deeply inside my head and burned themselves to come up with new ashes.”
And here is something which I found in those ashes..
” She had covetousness to touch the stars, He took her in between the fireflies “
“It’s after the forrest’s rain drain, the lion knew who he’s in love with”
It means, that when you’re with a person who’s terrible or intolerable or maybe just going through a bad phase, it’s after you be with him for all the while in his bad time you’ll truly realise that you love him when he’s sane.
It’s like the bad time is like the rain when everything’s cloudy or foggy or thunderous, but after it all clears out into a beautiful dusk, you realise what you really feel for that person so just hang in there.
Promise have a bizarre ability to adorn your life not less than heaven and to ruin your life not less than hell. Sometimes we promise something that is abandon of our hands but we do, sometimes just to show loyalty, sometimes due to engrossment of love, people do it often, there are a lot of things we really couldn’t promise to anyone but we do. Just to ensure the future which is out of our hands. I am not saying to not to promise but commit only for the things you can handle and just try. Try to achieve them. Try to complete your promise. Promise yourself that you will work hard to complete your promise. Just work hard. At last, it doesn’t matter you get successful or not. But ensure one thing that you really work hard to achieve the things you promised. Here, I hope for your better future and I promise I will give my best to my write-ups, I will give my best in understanding people, I ensure that it will always be a 100% effort. I promise.
Happy promise day.
What is good in living behind the mask is no one can get your real expressions, sometimes it hides your greatest laugh and sometimes the most profound yelling.
Hello people, Stranger is here with a loving experience of his Bunjo. . . .
I was shivering in the foggy night, it was one of the coldest night of the year. Shrieking in the night I was searching for a place to spend my night. I was wearing my only jacket which was not enough to save me from the cold.
Waiting in front of my house, I was hoping for someone to open the door and take me in but no one does. As night was moving, the cold was increasing hastily. My ears and head were blocked due to icy wind.
Hopelessly I sat on the steps of my house, I was disturbed, lost in thoughts, frozen in cold. No one was there to help me.
I was drowsed but my auricle is opened, the sound of chain and grumbling of something strikes me. There was something behind the second door of my house; it was like someone is struggling there. But the drowsiness left me straightens.
Sometime later, I feel something warm moving swiftly on my face and then on my palms back to back. I stood and saw, and what I saw made me feel the real love and caressing. He was my Bunjo, who was there to help me out with a blanket he uses in his house.
That was a pure love I saw in his eyes. We sat closer to each other and spent the whole night together and it reminded me of the incident with which I met my Bunjo.
It was a same shrieking night of winter I was in my room which is just next to the gallery of my house. I closed my work and moved to bed. It was 12:30 am already but tonight I didn’t get the sleep. I was trying sleep but it was uneasy to sleep because my windows were leaking chilled air. I shifted my bed a little to sleep. And finally, I got to sleep after few minute.
The main door of my house get dashed with a boom, it shattered my sleep. The next minute I hear the noise barking, some dogs were fighting there. I ignored it as a usual thing and get back to my dreams. Another dash at the main door, a harsh sound, this time noisier than before.
Again I ignored it but now, there was no sign of sleep.
I was awakened so I started collecting my thoughts. It was a deep silence there, now there were no dogs to bark, even it was easy to listen to the striking sound of needle and floor. After few minute, I hear something weird, it was like someone is grumbling, and a whimpering sound was there.
I opened my door gently and I found there was puppy sitting on my door mate. He was shivering and yelping due to cold. I found some warm clothes for him and covered him and took him inside the room.
That was a day I found my best buddy Bunjo. Once I helped him and this time he saved me from the cold.
Animals are like friends, don’t treat them poorly. They are to be loved. They understand, they care, and they love. Just treat them properly.
He was a creepy story hidden behind the cover, pretty enjoyable though annoying, adorning the pages with messy stories. An unreadable book filled with miseries.
Once a girl came, she tried to candid his cover. She succeeds in reading him, she sparkled some pages with the glow of her love. His book was a kind of venom, she fields it with love.
She made his monotonous book, a fairy tell.
Glowing his book she reached the creepy, annoying though lovable part and there she found the book ugly. Before reaching the last chapter of his book she left him rotten, unfolding his life in a new sort, fetching his happiness given by herself.
In some ways, she changed the last chapter and made it tragic. First, it was sorrow but she made it bliss. And while leaving, she made his story tantrum, tormenting, full of silence, messy than before.
He was a book written in the letters which were amorphous. She made them decipherable and left open for all.
But she scratched his cover so well and left him crushed. He is now readable to all, but with a crushed scrappy cover.
Now, who will pick a book with this kind of cover?
If you didn’t like the story, just read it once again with a slit change.
Put a girl on boy’s place and boy on girl’s place. #strange