Seasoned Reminiscence A Culmination

Checking out auras in many people was one of my past times in office at noon time last week. Is it the real one which I see with a yellow vibrant outer covering above the head? It is very much distorted energy circle and I saw a feebly ones in many. Some of them where yellow in color and one of them in White color. Getting information about different powers humans have, I really got astounded and happy to see auras lately. I am not sure if that is the exact one and need to practice a little to get into depths. The Unconditional Love is only possible in case of divinity, and God may help us in many ways to reach our ultimate goals in life. My love towards Lord Krishna is Unconditional, no matter which part of the world I am into and whatever circumstances I may be entitled to. May be I am not clean enough to satisfy my Lord in terms of rituals but time and again I have thoughts about Krishna which makes me happy and sad too. Although divine powers are bestowed on the ones who migh

I have been wondering of the other things which might keep me preoccupied but it may never come to satisfy My feelings have a sad tale to narrate My other things are what I care about But never will it come to curb my thirst I am surrendering to these things lately All have gone falling towards the other side Keeping the very thirst at bay and the musings the feelings are very much beautiful and pretty but my heart ventures at the pinnacle I love the very feeling I have for you My dared dreams heaps up and I dare I touched the silhouette of your soft body But the shadow had gone past me The remains keeps the very mind going on It is you what I yearned and have thoughts about but the remaining things keeps up and selfless Cant you be a bit of a time less machine? Or maybe you dont want my presence to live in Succumbed to the heavy thoughts and the heart breaks Will there be an end to these feelings? Happiness is not flowing now for me And touch me so that I

The classy touch I have for my old memories My distinguished guests to honor for Those are the little ants injured  I bed them in my cotton coat I nurse them by giving them water and sugar Those are little girl's quizzical moments I am boasting of my childhood days I started swinging to and fro and Singing the beautiful song of my heart The graveyard near the far side of my house where my soul connectors lay deep inside I love to be in that swing with the grave near I sing the songs in the eerie evening  or post the afternoon and I swing very fast I have a deep connections for the bodies that lay there Of which only skeletons will be left off And the well which was very deep and vast I say vast because of the circumference its doesn't have a barrier and hence may fall the vastness keeps me really afraid And my aunt draws water from it nearing to the point of death The tree which had its branches into the well Climbing up and down  and now I muse abo