“ Emotional fetters may hurt but they lead us to profound lessons of life. ”
Poetry flows from our hearts. It is like that mass of snow we call a glacier and when it starts its slow movement, it thaws all the icicles, which keep mounting within us, in the hope of receiving the warmth of words.
~ Balroop Singh
We know The wheel of time moves on New bonds, new ties ignite Moments fleet, memories drift, shadows glide There is always a hope At the horizon we seek.
Hope is like sunshine, which is still there, shielded by cloudsHope is that light, which beckons to brighten our daysThe breezy buoyancy of hope stirs us to hold handsThe darkest of clouds disintegrate, says Mother Nature.
Don't let the mist of circumstances block your imagination and stop you from making new beginnings.
