MY THOUGHTS

Human heart is a gallery of diaries, stocking the images in the past and the imaginations of the future.

Like a bird on the pathway of the air, so is the thought that failed to be engraved on the sand of time.

Never will the world around cares to fetch from the wealthy stream of your mind, except the mind is sweetly mirrored at the public glare.

Too many noises to entrap a man’s vision, but a mind with an undoubted mission, sieves the noise to extract the tools for mission accomplishment.

When a past wound takes too many time to get healed, the scar becomes indelible, the eyes then become glued to it at the expense of other comely events of life

History is perfect for a comely future, but it becomes gloomily scary, when the fault of others on the walls of time is magnified with disdain beyond measure.

The heart is overburdened under the weight of compounded thoughts, but the ability to onboard depressing thought on the pages of books, liberates the heart from depression.

Never too high a hill to be climbed, never too deep a valley to be leveled, it only takes a willing heart a glimpse of decision to spark an action.

A true friendship is predicated on the principles of mutual understanding and truthfulness, but an iota of deceit in different tongues raises the weapons of war.

Diplomacy is a language of deception, truth remains truth and falsehood has no moral packaging.

A fulfilled man is he who mentors others and duplicate his attributes of fulfilment in them.

Wealth evolves and ends with the terrestrial, no space for earthly treasures on the celestial voyage.

Imagination without a corresponding action evaporates at the corridor of fantasy

Raw gold becomes attractive after it’s enduring moment through the fire, but a skill not refined, dies less attractive.

An ugly past stays as long as it is inhabited in the dark corner of the mind, but the progressivist’s heart is illuminated to dispel the dark bridge that connects the past.