“Good people are like dreamcatchers they try to purify bad people but unknown that any color which mingles with black, transforms it”
Turquoise whirlpools swirling in the terrible place called mind, Fear resulting the fingers and sheets to be entwined. Rebel and fear colliding with deadly glistening sparks, Leaving trails of awful question marks.
Underneath the enigma of wrappers, Blooms an opal daisy brimming with forbidden chapters. Mystifying simplicity, camouflaging the bubbly chatters, Which were lost and left in awful tatters.
Some girls are the emerald atop of the hill, The ones kissed by sunlight. Chameleons, changing from a wildflower to a daffodil. The Riding Hoods, travelling in the forbidden with courage and might.
“Platelets heal injuries on flesh. Motivational leaflets heal injuries on heart.” Heal
We are growing, It doesn’t mean in knowledge, In attitude, in personality, in age. It means we learn to hide our pain. More elegantly.
“Why leave your heart blank? Paint it in corals, sapphires, emeralds, turquoise and crimsons. If the brush is unavailable use your hand”- Enigma
Every day brings some pain with happiness and some happiness with pain but at the end it is not permanent. Everything falls in its place.
“Pain is found in the most unlikely people. These people plaster a smile, try to embrace their fears and save the person who had hurt them cause they are the most pure souls in this world.”
If you keep the doors of your heart close, Let the windows remain open. Because someday, an adventurous person will surely come to climb this window without caring for his life. Window