I sat down near Honey and read to her one of my writings of past. She was thrilled with my enthusiasm to fight death that she said was present always. We were enjoying our snacks at the time of reading. Its here the writing: “Survival is the provision of ethics. Why does painful death ignite misfit? Let’s survive all and be fit for this earthly land. Occupied is thought unique, and the resemblance of success is peace. Justice flows from within, while outside has limits. We can grow too high from within to a new peak, a new beginning. Come count our skulls or take advice from our brain. If you allow us to live in peace, why will we defeat you even in dreams? Let us live. Hey skies, let the ordinary turn extra and live! We need belief, a dream, an ant, a belief. We need God that tastes our dream and decides next the flavor of our reality. We need to begin. Safe be earth, as safe as an upheld dream.” “Begin, rebegin. We need to flow. Let waters move slow. In drowning is human defeat. Le

Dear Honey,Om Namah Shivay.The succulent objection. What adheres is the master objection? Where gift is of occupancy, plan a rehearsal. What you abstain is weakness. What you get is squandered inherent. Thoughts of pain.When I come in, I gather pace. There is till stream of thoughts unoccupied by action. I think dispute is reputable. It makes you grow better. What I gather as strength is already strong within. What if you attempt over your weakness? For today the water is still. Ocean is silent. Come celebrate within before you step in world. But attempt something new. Great is he whose weakness of past is his strength today. Rest all work on their strengths alone. Anyway, come enchant. Endanger not. Enthusiast.You need to build up life, for life is an attempt which cannot be made without you being alive. In the current time, away from you is taken the right to be eternal. You do not even mourn on it. Isn’t this disreputable? Your weakness climbs high. Untouched remains the cause.

Magic spills, custom picks. What you get is misfit. Do not encounter thirst, it asks for water. What a preaching can do to make you falter. The need to nature is water. Where there is wild though, there exists too a crawl. Weakened by laws, moves even a wise man half bent at the time of life’s walk.Why such great preachings with such complicated livings? Why such profound thoughts when life can be much simpler? To reach high, to start, I don’t carry weight which I can carry anyway. I carry the burden that religion lays on me.Such high thinking, how will life sustain? How will I accept now reality? Where will I speak? What will I reveal? There is an end mark on the scripture. Where will I write my dreams? Such high thinking! For me to live better? Where even getting a loaf is struggle. Is the earthly land.But the thoughts of religion go much high. They float up above, the mind can fly. They say share a mere 10%, but where does it go? From the innermost doors of temple so called fair

Dear Honey,Life begins with a story. Your story. In which you are the achiever. You, the mystery heroine. You catch the culprits. You cultivate self-strength against sin. You succeed. You are the win. Real win.You encounter traffic. You speed up life. You fall on a rigid surface. Your rise is a surprise. You encounter villains. You protect yourself. No one other can do all you did for yourself. Then how should self be neglected? And why? On what throne sits that king who says let self-sacrifice be a role, not the goal of your life?At least, you have a family of you alone. You have a group in which you alone, from your end, enrol. Wake-up call for the world: Love self-more. Love self-more. But rightly you love, not the more, but love the self-more. Not the heightened want of money, but with self-playing the right role.Today you are diseased. Won’t you care for self? Won’t you serve self-safety from death that too is not far from disease? Come build up self. You safe self-more. For

Dear Honey,A prayer to you!Mastery over trending is selecting another’s mind to build over self-brain. You choose your own topic, then excel as a load. Fostering parents love their child too, but the own child of married, he loves him new each day. Your brain-child—I talk of it to you. When you think in-depth and make a new suggestion in topics old or new, that’s the magic of dew. Drops don’t fall; they decorate too.Happiness, happiness, has never met you as new. Let it explore the inner you and decide to stay back with you, for you. I know the joy of singlehood. How can I then be happy as two? If you explore the inner you, you find that peace that no violence on your way can ever stand, as if it never even stood.Explore self beyond measure. Discover the self each day as new, just like dew. The joy of resemblance is less than the peace of being you. You create you, you decide on you. That’s the you, just you. Who can enable the things? Who can grow the crops on fields? No one else