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Love

Published April 7, 2017 By Bijay Shrestha

Sleep On The Floor – The Lumineers

Her: What does love mean to you?

Him: Love means everything to me — from why I like to wake up in the morning, to why I have dreams for the future, to why I want to see all the tomorrows’ I get.

Love is breathtaking over the top feeling, a beautiful road trip amountless…
Love is why we live in the first place, don’t we?

 

Love is the marriage of the two souls, an intersecting rivulet in
between the two best friends’ head and heart. And yes, Love gives you the freedom to be children once again on your grown up skin and bones.

And from what I have learned from my parents,

Love is an institution that teaches you the true act of selflessness, it pushes you to truly help one another, be there for the other. Love inspires you to love yourself more and the others too.

Love has no physical existence but it is there,

it is here just like the TIME,

it is here just like the AIR.

 

“There are infinite numbers between 0 and 1. There’s .1 and .12 and .112 and an infinite collection of others. Of course, there is a bigger infinite set of numbers between 0 and 2, or between 0 and a million. Some infinities are bigger than other infinities. A writer we used to like taught us that. There are days, many of them, when I resent the size of my unbounded set. I want more numbers than I’m likely to get, and God, I want more numbers for Augustus Waters than he got. But, Gus, my love, I cannot tell you how thankful I am for our little infinity. I wouldn’t trade it for the world. You gave me a forever within the numbered days, and I’m grateful.”

― John Green, The Fault in Our Stars

 

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Your memories

Published April 6, 2017 By Bijay Shrestha

Fix You – Jessie Daniel Smith

 

All you will be left with, all you’ll leave.

All you will ever have right beside you, deep inside you.

All you can ever cherish throughout your stay; truthfully pass every bit with smiles and tears and grace, ever so gently, ever so generously right from the heart.

They are your memories.

So, Hey!
Do what you daringly, deeply, diligently feel like doing this moment, this time around. Blow away ifs and buts.
Allow memories — create, draw, write pieces of your one grand story with tiny tiny stories.
Let memories find their cozy room in your life.
Enjoy the sun, dance with the stars.

Good Memories or Bad, I promise they worth their weight in diamonds and golds.

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Make life simple

Published April 5, 2017 By Bijay Shrestha

Change of Heart – The 1975

 

Sometimes I feel like, “Hey, why not make life simple.

Eat healthily, Work hard, Exercise, Love, Practice Kindness, Have fun, Smile, Laugh, Listen to Good music, Make good friends, Sleep a lot, Read. Write.”

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Her

Published April 4, 2017 By Bijay Shrestha

Yadi – Karma

Love her like she deserves every bits and piece of the whole you, every!
 
Forever hold her dear, hold her very very close.
 
Make her laugh, invite smile, jokes, and surprises into her life — the more the merrier.
 
If be more,
 
be her sunny day, her small, comfortable ‘one world’ to rest faithfully, carelessly,
 
be that spine-tingling heritage to be around, that peaceful lullaby to easily get dissolve with.
 
Love her like your craziest dream had come true.
 
Respect her.
 
Never leave her, never let her go.
 
Love her wildly,.. like you don’t know the way.
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Posibilities

Published April 3, 2017 By Bijay Shrestha

Þú ert jörðin by Ólafur Arnalds

The story we live.
Stories we leave behind.
Possibilities!

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What I needed

Published April 2, 2017 By Bijay Shrestha

Latch – Moonrise Nation

A Long day today, later followed by the candied reminiscence of nearly forgotten memories.
 
Empty mind devil’s workshop they say.
 
Alone, thusly accompanied by an April wind in this pitch dark latitude.
 
And this song, just when I needed.

 

 

 

 

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My life

Published April 1, 2017 By Bijay Shrestha

Hymn – Joel Porter

My life, gracefully delicate.

Cold and warm, rainbow and rain stewed.

Wherein tears spoke straight from the heart; opened, fixed and banded my battered soul.

And smiles and laughter had me lease wings, the horizon to flutter. Fly.

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Children

Published March 31, 2017 By Bijay Shrestha

Steady My Bones – Winterbourne

Oh! We are an adult now, past schooldays.
It’s about time we learn to be children again.
And Find Happiness in everything not seek one.

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Minimum

Published March 30, 2017 By Bijay Shrestha

Minimum -Charlie Cunningham

‘Minimum’ is a noble richness.

‘Simplicity’ rather a more reflective beauty.

For more: http://www.theminimalists.com/minimalism/

 

 

 

 

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