"nithin-purple"タグの名言

The mirror lets me know the changing face,the sincere self,for an anxious glance,it gives an impression,and its never be like the World gives the lie,the real picture,to ponder to reach a conscious conclusion.

A true poet must had to sink, to an ocean of secrets to reveal,and he must be Lovable:but what the World did was smashing his views in a pit of GOLD.

I may say,Trust is like a breakable pendant,made of pearly beads,Oh! when it breaks,the Angel face it turns a shame,the heart in drying vain,and forever the lips may detached,to never kiss you Deep?

The clear, peaceful mind,the mind runs for Creativity,for a pouring river song,the mind meets the Muse,in such a transcendental junction,o yes! Creativity blooms in abundance,the world enlightens.

Ye just hit the Life with your Old Dream!

Everybody has their different story selected, so you can find a new too.

Listen,the Nature has her Mystic hands pressed on us to prove the wonders or sadness in a way that we let ourselves ponder about the clueless, yet clue giving,unseen,yet seen,uninformed,yet informed,untouched yet touched characters using our normal human mind.

You must never wander for a chance to beloved from the same hatred you once hide.

Many a Death in Life will make you a Phoenix to fight.

No matter how hard your struggles to find a Beautiful World,since you have an unbridled mind to Travel,a pair of wings to fly.

The voice of a bird is sweetly hearing,how sweet the voice it is,the laughter and inspiring song,the song is from the bird of mirth,a love song is from her lips.

We humans have many ways to complain what burning sunlight gives more than a day's light, until purple moon cures us with her fondling balms,like every pain has a remedy to heal and future to grow.

Every second from Life,is an experimental trip,that teaches the physics of our sadness or happiness, leaving a tempest blow.

Peace is the greatest state that Human minds ever longed to find Delight,Peace is as well the secret act that makes a Creative Heart renowned.

The starry sky began to shine,when assigned night spread with its ‘moon lamp’ for all of the wistful thoughts,lay below the tormented Earth’s nocturnal light and those splendid visions caught my pounding spirits.

Its my sweet-lipped Passion:Art that drives me up to invent new smiles of Beauty,my wings are torn,and still it flies in search of Beauty.

Charming the Freedom,eternal freedom,to express my naked thoughts,the gloom of dissatisfaction,the yearning bliss! and its Poesy's dazzling dance.

Laugh as much as you can,mad as much as you can,though it must be tough tight to Life,with a dream you have of silvery moon-lit tomorrow.

Draft me brain;the lines to connect far world of wonders;lift me waves from the gloomy hours to imbue with my new Love.

Sweet death as like sleep, when it calls for a journey on its elated wings of oblivion;an oft and quiet,an escape from these worlds;that convey a harmless comfort with its concord dreams aloft.