Sanjana's Unspoken Words 🌸🖊️

  Beauty can be defined as a trait in someone or something that attracts our attention and makes us want to learn more about it. “Beauty is in the eye of the beholder,” as the old English proverb goes. Beauty is a trait that elicits feelings of pleasure and admiration in us. There can never be an external standard of beauty because it rests totally on how ‘WE' see beauty. When we standardise beauty standards, we often generate unhealthy competitiveness, jealousy, and comparison among people. Our entire lives are devoted to the pursuit of beauty in many ways. Whether it's dancing, poetry, or sculpture, every fine art form is a treasure trove of beauty. To us, what the tribal people consider beautiful may appear to be hideous. As a result, beauty comes in all shapes and sizes. But no one can deny that noble deeds, heroic activities, a pleasant voice, and nature are all beautiful. Every person has a particular level of beauty within them. It is critical for humans to respect one a...

Someone dropped a burning match Unheeded by the way; It caught on fire some underbrush; Its user did not stay.  From grass to brush, from brush to tree,  So stealthily it ran,  That no one ever guessed or knew Just where that fire began.  Someone built a campfire And failed to put it out.  A breeze came and quickened; The embers spread about; And soon the woods were blazing.  The fire spread and spread; The trees that look long years to grow Stand blackened now and dead.  Someone saw a little fire As he was passing by.  He did not stop to put it out; He didn't even try.  He had not started it, of course; He had no time to spare; That it might start a forest fire He didn't even care. 

A dream within a dream  Take this kiss upon the brow!  And in parting from your now.  As I grew older It was a long time ago.  I have almost forgotten my dream.  A dream In vision of the dark night I have dreamed of joy departed Ohh! that's my young life were a lasting dream!  My spirit not awakening, till the beam.  And now you are mine. Rest with your dream in my dream.  Love and pain and work should all sleep, now.  A dream lies dead here. May you softly go.  Before this place and turn away your eyes,  I dream a world where man  No other man will scorn My dreams:A vision of peace Where the mountains touch the sky.  Where poets DREAM, where eagles fly.....