Curabitur vel urna.

In tris tique orci portti tor ipsum.
Scing elit Augue scientieted musica.

Exception calls great sin.

Friday, May 27, 2011

Devilish hearts are exception, own thought cherishing & deceiving others by means of own hearts nasty desire is exception, also sin. True heart & soul are exception. If you think you are one of both then you are exception. It’s divine. True heart does not demand to be a white soul bearer but worse do it.

Basically we’re egotist but in most cases, it calls sin & support inferior soul. Don’t mean others without considering truth. You’re the worst heart if you blame anyone beyond going true line. Because only one is exception who is God in true sense.  

Missing dews overflowing into heart

Tuesday, May 24, 2011

Computer computing by restlessness pushing. Working with Computer world such busiest time can overcome who wants to monitoring the world before him.Something not silly but cruelest, so nearest and dearest one can leave away forever. It can depart with the meeting of death. But in earth some thoughts, lively work lead any closest one from you. I think and weep to consider this shocked rain, stopped or gently passed my narrow roads of life, stopping somewhere in relaxed, enjoyed, learned something cool, style of catching busiest post, clinking to meet perfectness. I miss my so close mate, my profession where I spent several worth time with my team.   

Optimism where I fall

Thursday, May 19, 2011

Man can be dead but true & solid dream can’t be dead. Flying on optimistic boat with strong thought. I met someone in my dream who can’t late to be a perfect one. But in true state I saw that nasty thought live where gather perfect view in pretends to be perfect one. I’m at heart in optimistic views, cherishing in my potent inward.

Faulty lines mixed up!

Wednesday, May 18, 2011

It was half past 6 o’clock. All the rivers are little bit quite, skies are stopping their restlessness, Birds flying back their nest with tired state, Snowy weather closes at the coolest stage, I’m yet alive with broken heart catching a tiny log surrounded  by water. One lyric buzzing nears my ears, “Lonely, I’m Mr. lonely, I have no body for my own” My eye lasses unfold a little bit, it seems something calling them with bubbling manner. I’m now 22 or 23.don’t know the actual age yet. Don’t think that I’m law Aries. I have both Mom & Dad. They are so close to me, stays at my heart with great place. From the beginning I’m cherishing a dream have to be someone special who help to others in their distress and will be happy to see their laughing. Aristocracy touches me in the point of thinking not wealth. I try to sit my dream on big vessels not on brook. My thought goes vain in some ways perhaps; it’s my fault, my misfortune. Don’t give up my dream yet. Taking as my desire although there lots of troubles.

Everyone depends on others shoulder just like ecological balance. I’m not unlike but different is that have to restore what is broken in spite of staying out of capability. I pray to Almighty, looking at nature in touch of her divine power. I can remember words of Wordsworth.