Thousand Sun..
You were my thousand Suns, now I wish you burn in the fires of a thousand Suns!
You were my thousand Suns, now I wish you burn in the fires of a thousand Suns!
The tears of patience carry blessings with an unimaginable reward!
Starvation excels all in bliss.
We become what we think about. –Earl Nightingale
The sweet smell of victory bringing tremendous joy!
Further than ever with only 120 years to reach, maybe destination lies within, no physical but spiritual
They will try to justify their lies by telling everyone round them they are the innocent ones, sadly people don’t believe on fairy tales anymore!
I was told stop, hold, take no further one more step to know the reality for which it contains enduring suffering for rest of your life. Why, I then disobeyed?
Congratulations, you have lost this life!
Look at what lust has inspired you to become, not even yourself value yourself anymore!
Life is just beginning, far away in the dense green forest of goodness, holding hands while inhaling the freshness of everything new; we will begin our new story. May God bless every part, every step, every action of our lives.
For thousands of years to come I be cherishing you in thousand of ways!
