Today, 23rd March..... Bhagat Singh, Sukhdev and Rajguru were hanged.....
I asked you a question in one my previous posts....that How many of you remembered this day...and today you know the answer yourself...
cya....
Travel the world, Be your own muse. World can be a cruel place, Lets put it to some use. Find the rhythm, In day to day rush. How about we put, Those unnecessary voices to hush. Focus on the silence, Find the nature's acoustic. Like even at low tides, Ocean feels therapeutic. Lost in our efforts, We even struggle to strive. Buried under simulated burdens, We forget to thrive. Take a look, There's so much to life. Turn around and see once, Beautiful nature's rife. Go ahead, Experience and nurture. I'll wait for you on the other side, While I create my own culture.
When nothing works, just leave everything on kismet; wise or stupid move? Written for: Haiku-Heights(part of The April Heights Month) PS: @all...due to bad internet connection, I've not been able to keep in touch with many of you...will try to get back soon...thanks... :)
Photo by: JAVMORCAS How far it may start, waves hits the shore; fruits of your deeds will reach your soul Written for: Haiku-Heights(part of The April Heights Month) PS: Your acts become the drops which initiate the waves...whether good or bad...it depends on your act...and its intensity too depends on how big is the drop...
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