A king only bows down to his queen

When did you last let your heart decide ?

the most beautiful heart

One day, in a heavily crowded place, a young man was shouting at the crowd.
“People look at me; I have the most beautiful heart in the world.”
Many people looked at him and were stunned to see the beautiful heart in a perfect shape, no little flaw, which looked quite amazing. Most of the people who saw his heart was mesmerized by the beauty of his heart and praised him.
However, there came an old man and challenged the young man, “No my son, I have got the most beautiful heart in the world!”
The young man asked, “Show me your heart, then!”
The old man showed his heart to him. It was very rough, uneven, and had scars all over the heart. Also, the heart was not in shape, appeared like bits and pieces joined together in various colours. There were some rough edges, some part of the heart were removed and filled with other pieces.
The heart of the old man simply looked like various pieces of heart joined together and formed as a heart.
The young man started laughing at his heart, “My dear old man, are you mad? See, my heart! How beautiful and flawless it is. You cannot find even a bit of imperfection in my heart. See, yours. It is full of scars, wounds and blemishes. How can you say your heart is beautiful?”

“Dear boy, my heart is just so beautiful as your heart is. Did you see the scars? Each scar represents the love I shared with a person. I share a piece of heart with others when I share love and in return I get a piece of heart, which I fix at the place where I had torn a piece!” said the old man.

The young man was shocked.
And the old man continued. “Since the pieces of heart I shared were neither equal nor in the same shape or size, my heart is full of uneven edges and bits and pieces.”
“My heart is not in shape because sometimes I never get the love in return from those I gave it. So where do you see the real beauty? Your heart which looks fresh and fuller with no scars which indicates you never shared love with anybody. Did you?”
The young man stood still and never spoke a word. Tears rolled down his cheeks. He walked to the old man, tore a piece of his heart and gave the piece to the old man.

Many give importance and respect to physical beauty. Yet, physical appearance isn’t the real beauty!

To my dearest friend.

I stood by your bed last night; I came to have a peep. 
I could see that you were crying you found it hard to sleep. 
I spoke to you softly as you brushed away a tear, 
"It's me, I haven't left you, I'm well, I'm fine, I'm here." 
I was close to you at breakfast, I watched you pour the tea,
You were thinking of the many times, your hands reached down to me.
I was with you at the shops today; your arms were getting sore.
I longed to take your parcels, I wish I could do more.
I was with you at my grave today; you tend it with such care.
I want to re-assure you, that I'm not lying there.
I walked with you towards the house, as you fumbled for your key.
I gently put my paw on you; I smiled and said, "it's me."
You looked so very tired, and sank into a chair.
I tried so hard to let you know, that I was standing there.
It's possible for me, to be so near you everyday.
To say to you with certainty, "I never went away."
You sat there very quietly, then smiled, I think you knew...
in the stillness of that evening, I was very close to you.
The day is over... I smile and watch you yawning
and say "good-night, God bless, I'll see you in the morning."
And when the time is right for you to cross the brief divide,
I'll rush across to greet you and we'll stand, side by side.
I have so many things to show you, there is so much for you to see.
Be patient, live your journey out...then come home to me.

Breath ~ Smile - and carry on

Passion For Life

Your hand, looking for mine, groping the dark. And im afraid that i might help you to find...

I breath slowly, barely make a noice. Just like even a small movement could break the thin ice underneath.  How much do i have to bear ? How long do i have to fight against dark flood water.. Even tough id be ready to pay everything for happiness, i still cant own it.
So have years hit their mark on me, almost without noticing, they have eat faith in miracles.
And still with all my powers, after everything, i still want to love, i want to be brave enough.

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In your veins floats bright strengt,
that without noticing blooms then when the sky has been teared apart.
You carry secret within you, and your secret carries you.
Other treasure's of yours, barely are worth it.
When infront of crinkled leaf, you wait someone to pick it up,
they can see the light of thousand suns in your eyes.

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For a moment still, half of the world sleeps on this night so white and cold.
And you wonder how anything can hurt so much? All your best years hit on ground.
Even half of your pain, i cant know how it hurts. All the words hang on air without powers.
But on some morning, i know, you will wake up knowing, you survived.
You are beautiful, even tough you dont feel like that anymore.
And for a moment still, half world sleeps, just for a moment still, until the bright morning will open.

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The worst feeling in the world is knowing,
you did the best you could, but it still wasnt good enough.
I cant tell if its killing me, or making me stronger.

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In this world full of people
there's one killing me...
but how can that same person
be the one who loves me
and whom i love.
If we only die once,
i wanna die with you.

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why does all beautiful disappear ?
i have fall in love with something, that brings me nothing but pain
its killing me slowly, yet still, why i cant let go ?

im your friend, i dont care about the lives you save. I care about your life

You make me smile for the weirdest reasons,
you make me laugh for no reason whatsoever,
But most of all,
you make me love you when im not supposed to love you at all..

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I fell in love the way you fall asleep,
slowly, then all at once

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Love is like snow,
its all about the little things,
they start adding up,
and without noticing
the ground is shining bright white
In same way,
love starts by little things,
and all the little things make big things
and without noticing you start to feel something
and when you look in your heart
you start to realize whats going on

patience is beautiful

Not all scars show. Not all wounds heal. Sometimes you cant see, the pain someone feels.