Poetic Symphony

Narcissus, a youth and very handsome, charming boy for whom the nymphs of the river and mountain, the women of forest and desserts were longing to have, many of the women and nymphs confessed their love to narcissus but the youth narcissus on admired and being loved by so many women developed a strange feeling of pride to himself and insulted every women who proposed him thinking that they aren't beautiful enough to be with him. One day a great nymph on seeing her fellow nymphs sacrificing and dying for the love of narcissus in anger cursed The youth narcissus that he will have the same fate as the nymphs he'll love someone very badly and die with the pain of not having loved back. Some days after while the narcissus was travelling through a beautiful forest he came across a lake which  with water like silver, to which the shepherds never drove their flocks, nor the mountain goats resorted, nor any of the beasts of the forests; neither was it defaced with fallen leaves or bra...

Your mouth can spit venom, or it's beautiful words can mend a broken soul. Speak Wisely, Represent awesomeness Your tongue with deadly thorns, Breaks others to grounds Splatter's everyone away It crucifies even the legends. But, as it does all this. It slowly inserts it's thorns With deadly poison of blames Into your body breaking your bones. It will immerse all the curse It makes you feel suicidal It destroys your all goodwill, And builds a great guilt wall. It laughs at you seeing you fall It even says that it warned you before, It kills, ruins and crushes your heart. And watches you rot with your sores A tongue with toxic thorns Is definitely dangerous for other, But with the time, after killing all. It eats you in hunger, brother Epilogue: " A lie gets halfway around the world before truth puts on its boots" - Mark Twain. You never look good trying to make someone else look bad. Most of us spread rumours, lies and we talk bad be...

"Ashwathama hataha" Bheema shouted alerting the army. Drona collapsed hearing his son's death. He then confirmed asking Yudhister  " Is it truth does my son leave this world" "Aswathama hataha" ( Aswathama is dead Yudhister said in the voice of confidence and whispered to himself, "iti norava kunjaraha"(But I don't know if it's an animal or human, Aswathama was an elephants name in the war) Listening to Yudhister Drona collapsed his soul left his body in the search of his son's soul that was the right time to behead the greatest warrior of all time. The unbeatable, however all this plot of an elephant with Drona's Son Aswathama's name was created to kill Drona by the mighty Krishna. Drishtadyumna the Brother of Draupadi on order of Krishna killed The Guru Dronacharya. Arjuna the beloved disciple of Drona the holy devotee of his Guru was collapsed in pain and guilt. This is called the biggest lie in the history of H...

Priorities come and go. But Destiny is the only thing that your going to search even in low. You Close your eyes many times. But you only can sleep happily when you achieve your dreams. You may fail at many trails. But you get more perfect in each fails. You may feel hard at the beginning. But only silence can make you define the winning Like You only experience the heat of sun But seeing its d can only give you the real fun.

The most valuable things Are the relations you hold The people who accept you truly Are only your real world. They don't ask you to change. Nor they push you on to something They understand what you all want And they stay with you in everything. Your mistakes your fear's Try to break the relationship bond But it's only you who can realize Before its too late and rebound. Give your friend a warm hug Steal dad's purse and leave him in a shock Cook dinner for your loved ones Take nap on your mothers lap after work The precious joy tears roll down When you remember all this Aren't there should be someone Seeing you and cuddle you with a kiss

I live with the people who say, You should do good things And they never try to do, They only see their own belongings. A day a rape, they see, weep and cry And they get busy until another girl die's This thing goes on no one cares, It's only a formality to mourn for others, When it happens in their home When their loved one's suffer and break They feel the real pain of people And shout on country for their mistakes I am a coward and you are also one, We cant even save our own women, They sacrifice everything for the world Still we blame them as we have no brains. When we have no women to tease, To rape, to kill and to agonise in pain There will be no women left Then this animals start raping men. This goes on until it happens to you Until you feel inside you a rod with rust As all the men lose their masculinity And rape themselves for their lust

“A certain shopkeeper sent his son to learn about the secret of happiness from the wisest man in the world. The lad wandered through the desert for forty days, and finally came upon a beautiful castle, high atop a mountain.  It was there that the wise man lived. “Rather than finding a saintly man, though, our hero, on entering the main room of the castle, saw a hive of activity: tradesmen came and went, people were conversing in the corners, a small orchestra was playing soft music, and there was a table covered with platters of the most delicious food in that part of the world.  The wise man conversed with every one, and the boy had to wait for two hours before it was his turn to be given the man’s attention. “The wise man listened attentively to the boy’s explanation of why he had come, but told him that he didn’t have time just then to explain the secret of happiness.  He suggested that the boy look around the palace and return in two hours. “‘Meanwhile, I want t...