Prerna Kumar's Blog, page 3

Don’t miss out on what you have – today… wondering about what ‘could’ have been.

लोग केहते है, वोह खाब ना देखो, जो यकीनन पूरे ना होगे…पर ...

लोग केहते है, वोह खाब ना देखो, जो यकीनन पूरे ना होगे…
पर कैसे ? जब  है मालूम की
जो पूरा होने का वदा करे, वोह खाब नही होते

लोग केहते है, वोह खाब ना देखो, जो यकीनन पूरे ना होगे…

पर कैसे ? जब  है मालूम की
जो पूरा होने का वदा करे, वोह खाब नही होते

Love Hurts !

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Loving you is beautiful

It makes the life so full

When it goes deep in the gut

Then comes a point

When it starts to hurt

Love is a feeling so pure

It knows nothing but to give

Sometimes it goes amiss

Then you feel the emptiness

And behind, the scar it leaves

Having you to love me

Is the purest form of worship

To which I surrender in all

With my head bowed for you

Sealing love inside it’s safe walls

Being in love with you

Is something more than a bliss

But I see many...

Moving On

Life is all about moving on. We do it all the time, mostly unknowingly and at times deliberately. 

We first get introduced to the concept of moving on, even before our memory storage gets activated. It’s when we move on from wearing nappies to big people underpants or from sipper to spoons. We slowly but very naturally transition from being kids and step into adulthood. We move on from our barbies to stilettos or lego houses to cricket bats or soccer balls. We move forward from kinder garden to ...

dont clip my wings, i am meant to flyif you dont let me...

dont clip my wings,  i am meant to fly

if you dont let me, i’ll find my own sky

dont clip my wings, i am meant to fly

if you dont let me, i’ll find my own sky

scarred

Scarred forehead and marks on face

Is honour of battle, received in grace

Judge me not by the wounds that show

Heal they would but mighty slow

I’ve more to self than what you see

A heart of gold, larger than thee

Uncover my skin, beyond the blood

Warrior’s soul is inside this hood

Judge me not by mere look of mine

Coz in battle of life, I shall shine

Little girl talks to the Lord !

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God why aren’t there more sunday’s

Why aren’t the days bit longer

Why are the boys not nice and sweet

So they grow of me much fonder

God make me strong and sharp

Smart and beautiful like a queen

All the Kings wanting to marry me

Lady like me, no one should have ever seen

God why can’t my prince love me?

The way I love him in my heart

Tell me where did I do wrong?

And did not play right, my part?

God, make my wishes come true

They aren’t many, only 6 in number

I send ...

I’ll chop my leg if I have to, to get rid of my Achilles heel,

I don’t want anything or anyone around me that makes me vulnerable.