Miracles of life

I had forgotten the last wish That i wished to be fulfilled. There were some days they wished for me For remembering me  about lost path  Convinced me to dream  the left dreams Excused me  for my every mistake. Those days i was wrong, For my ignorance  towards them I was tring  to solve something  Those were not  meant for me. I was Scared about  own decision  Wished my destiny  would come for me forever  I was searching  those not for me Those wishes were  turned to late wishes Now they also believe  in Late wish In spite of they know me  better than myself But,they say just  opposite to their view And pretend to be  unknown for me. Sometimes i just wish  to say them a simple word 'sorry'  To show my regret, respect  and love for them And make a wish  which may be turn into a reality.

One ,two ,three.. Let's assume  infinity is nearer to us,  Start the countdown,   i will let you count  but ll glad to see your reactions  while completing hundred. And i remember the times  of hundreds..  then you will again start  from one two three..... and then hundred. The stars  will seem nearer to us, I can Feel your every pause and realise commas in my  every unfinished line to Respect you more. Then we will think  We were very near to infinity  You'll ask me to start counting  Like following your foot steps  In the ocean Then I'll start like...  one two three till hundred... Like i write , erase again write erase  Then finally decide to write  Realizing that counting the  uncountables are easy,  when we measure the numbers  in the units of hopes and Dreams. And follow the dimensions fof  happiness and peace. Then it's easy. So Let's count the numbers,  In terms of ...

Can you let me write  Those craving feelings  You hide inside your diary  and accept the monotony  Of life so easily and carefully. Looking the pages  what scared you the most Each time you read those. I can't appreciate you much For accepting so beautifully them. You win in your battle  Of your dreams Without  even counting the attempts But failed many Random times  you have tried. I respect you for your honesty  With myself and yourself too. Let me dream those  Unfinished dreams Of sweetest voices of poems And feel the most Loving feelings of the story.

The limitations you draw A long time ago for yourself  May be it seems deeper  to hold the tag of "Not so good enough" And there is no chance  to escape from those feelings. Does it matter  When it felt so scarier  Than you expected. Is it easy to cross the line of vulnerability when you couldn't even help yourself one more time? What matters the most is, You understand it wisely how you accept with own term and condition for Yourself and your peace.

I find words, simple void words  for my blank feelings  to construct a poem but I lost many words,  sentences and many emotions for it. To poems, I beg to be little kind for the toughest days I send gratitude for those darkest day i was survived. Half written pages  make me miss what i have never had Reality stucks in my imagination consumes me internally. Still, I bleed through the poems, I feel blessed to have them in my side always, Sometimes i write, sometimes i couldn't  but my love for it is constant  for every incomplete and complete ones. I love the way it comes  I feel the calm i experience When it comes, it is enough  to live forever in few moments.

There are parts of every story, some are very beautiful beginning beautiful ending. Some parts are just redendant and boring. Still every story has its essence and purity in it. Honesty make it a beautiful one, inspiring one. One really doesn't know the story what life s/he creating, but responsibility is always on the creator. Every story have some kind of critic because without that there is no value. One cannot feel cold until and unless he doesn't know about hot.  In life we fall, we fall miserably. Our story shattered. There are many pieces. There are many criticism in the journey for higher aspirations. Every failure is like a new embarassed moment. Some thinks it's only their fault, their mistakes. Some kind taking  Responsibility is a very good form of humility, better personality. But the feeling of guilty without any action is slow poison, totally making the story a bad one. Acceptance is the key, accept the failure, take action in every step. Keep enjoying your j...