‘A Warmhearted Soul from another mother’
with her pussy foot cooking up every moment to Euphoria.
She was beautified with th beauty of philantrophic frame of mind by subtracting hornswoggle &
double talk from her cup of tea.
With the beat –
‘If yu ar Sane, yu have to b Insane’;
on th top f it her Frenzy-Folly motion nontheless is a Bizzare.
Life is a race-either yu win or yu loose. The Bumpy Rides of breathe were always neighbouring her ecstatic mind.
Till the Hell Freezes she’l stumble with Zip Zap Zeal of her life.
Knowing about the Backwards and Forwards she is a Gift Of Gab – A Blabber Mouth indeed cracking th silence wit her Jibber Jabber.
With the end f her teen
she is lyk “Ooh Man! M so Tired(unbeatable)..” then what would b th case in Future ?? 😀
As a matter of Fact,
she’s a Solitaire until the world ends.
Its said :
“You are not a Looser, just your victory is postponed.”
One cals it to be the ill fortune of her life as the gifted defeat z nt th cherry on th cake.
And there goes a mishap.
Emotion ozzes th water
Confidence reaching th ground
A sudden break through inside.
She starts being isolated.
Defines herself with the loneliness.
There she goes with a statement – “Nothing was meant to be this way”
Being twitchy, spooked, hyper ; just start being on pins n needles.
She casted about Few hands snapping her out of it fo her inner soothe.
All she urged for
A chirpy liveliness;
Contended Joy and a walk on the air.
Miles away deserted th ecstasy, now renounces with a relishing breathe. (:
When widely spaced, she is ready to sweep through the gold.
Her self realisation was excelling just like a flawless dish for th king.
“Nothing could have been better then this.”