School Life

Thought that this one is a special time, so here something high titled kind of unidentified central idea matter.

Past time! Hahahahaha !

I came to know it late, even after decieved a no. Of times and giving birth unrealistic kind of ideals... EVERYONE HAS A PAST TIME!

Surprised to know that everyone have to come to earth and everyone has a chance to speak for his/her welfare, a little of the hint that came from Facebook with people who had no connection in real life but a STRONG bond on Facebook life.

A most of the real life those times came from School Life as entitled for this post.

The matter turned worst when illogical things came murmured up to me saying that they want life, I wondered how?
I had ideas, I gave them , rose them alike, made them stand along every steps , and made them realise and let them know something that they ever won't have known.

It won't have mattered if and if life turned won't have turned upside down, its just a simple word for a lonnnng story...

Leaving myself out of my prestige and mannerism, how could I ever succeed?
Not blaming destiny, but own fault to realise, some mistakes did mattered a lot...

I started believing illogical mannerism and became interested in enquired about the duties uninspired...

All did came from a belief that aim lies within these unsound boundaries , but I was tricked...

Noting some illogics , no reasons came out and eyes started wondering , is this a real world?

And the quest went on and on...

Life mingled up some special ideas , special demands, special opinions, something I had known since times... did came back through inside, somewhere in the midst of  direst circumstances, and shuffling of adventures mumbled up and left me in a place of a world of magical indulgence, some underground mining process, clueful ways even a million of them, gave water and air to survive, a life to live, a body to speak and a soul to think.

How would they leave a person unspecified even the one is so classified in his nature?

Natures change when a single cloud makes way to rain, grasses turn green, waters shook the rivers, and quenches everyone's thirst.

So did natures transist one after the another... and a next Time to dream even big beyond the minds ever could think, seeking an opportunity even with a single chance... that a life is coming much ahead , not too far...

Now this turned much after a school life , I should have entitled something other but....

Through this world stands me
- Yetesh Sharma

Changing The Lines

Worth that slipped through the time,
Slowly diminished like dew on mirrors shine.
Clear crisp that portrayed presence,
A years style how taught and spot.

Worth that question remain behind graves,
Why lessons imply so high?
That blunders came from Wonders,
For each answer that came unquestioned.

Worth that as simple did words came from,
For high rise in meanings.
Those sounds seemed silence,
That howled to the unmattered demand of time.

Worth that no conclusions so close,
No questions no answers for anything...

Oh! I am Forgetting Something... Blogger!

Days have passed and it is to no wonder that a place that have been so familiar, now have become awkward.

Worries is about the case that i don't want that such irregularity happens each time after posting on blogger but to the world's wish , it happens.

Words hit all the corridors of the vision, seems complete in their meanings, but however, fail to integrate into human souls , to the reasons unknown to the human itself.

I don't know what happens, why the spread lags through its expressions.
Its like Shook The World and the world nowhere inside.

Slowly, the beliefs are getting eradicated and even with no sign of commitment to the mistake, oh!

Blogger makes me realise something that i know about the world, through my little experience, aside of public reviews, and even of peoples' presence through invitation to share.
Blogger seeks a unique standard to show up your capability, compatibility, and complexity of your world, your life, through simple words of wisdom.

I miss myself if irregular to blogger...