"It's your call, what you want to be"

You better be, what is tremendously (ought) abided from thy soul. In inner quarters of judgement and utmost feelings, you take pride to chance by.(You tend to listen more to your feelings). The institution of thy living shall abound in the truth of a thought, where your soul circumferences around. If you have intense a call, of vibrations arising then take a stand and follow it, abidest by its' holy twitter as possible can be.

Visionary comprehensions develop in space and time, while the silence surrounding you, refreshens the capacities to strongly wish about something of mature importance.

You live in the land of your own drawn fields, as long as you introspect, farther shall thy area of reach be stretched. The far-ness of your reach can be attorned and felt by the patience and deep desire of you, in the maverick walk of thee. Strong impulse gradually compensates for thy love, by the level of your respect for it. You develop and that's your dream forming wings all because you took a stand and spoke for your notion of a dream.

Who you be and what defines thee, is the statement leading to your spontaneity. If answers are framed, if truthfulness prevails and the oils of your perspiration sail, then you are on the track of thy to-be framed life.

Holy enchantments, faith of a hundred uncountable hours and peace of a presidium, shall undoubtedly lead to the fulfillment of thy seen notion of life. The spiritual munificence shall conglomerate, dreams in their eternal form with reality of a flowing breeze of winds.

Look above in the sky, roads to your pavements appear. Even if a single dot of creation starts it's unending fashion, then you knowest not, how thee shall turn of a pavement, a holy scripture of thy favorite shades of colours in that scripture. Look within and take a stand about what thee desirous to be, whether corrupt or happy in your dreams.

Gagandeep Singh Vaid

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