MEMO HIVE

Life is like a book, a page, words strung together to form a word, a sentence, a paragraph, each has its ups and down. The page continues to be filled with events happening every second of life. Only that is written what you choose to write. As life is a mirage, anything could happen good or bad, not in your power to decide what happens but what's in your power is how you write the next lines of your life. So if you ever feel that this page or this duration of your life didn't go very well. Just know this that you can flip the page and write something better that delights your heart in the way you like it to be. So a new page means a new story to begin. "MAKE THE MOST OF EVERY ALPHABET, WORD, SENTENCE, PARAGRAPH YOU WRITE BECAUSE IT DETERMINES OR ADJUDGES WHAT THE NEXT PAGE OF YOUR BOOK WILL BE LIKE." ~inkpilot

I never believed in love at first sight but when I saw her, I knew it was her. I confess that I fall for her as tides fall for the moon in the calm nights; my heart melts away when she looks at me. I confess that I care for her as a gardener cares for his plants, her smile brightens my day. I confess that I think about her sixty times a minute. I always dream of her, since the day I had seen her, no more face fascinates me. I confess that she is like a poison that I take daily. I know she was never mine and can never be but still the thought of losing her makes me gloomy, my fondness is as pure as honey. I confess that my life starts and ends at her                                                                                                 ...

No matter how much sad I am your presence always brings a sweet smile on my face. Your presence glitters my heart as a flame brightening a dark cave. Your sweet aroma giggles my soul. When you are noticing me consciously or unconsciously, it makes me to lose my nerves. I always put a joke to make you twinkle. I like your deep blue eyes that make me fell in them and never wanted to stand again. I know I'll never be able to express my warmth for you, but your presence really makes me smile. ~MSY

Your beauty is as pure as gold. You are a flawless example of God's creation. Your life is like a beautiful dream which one never wants to break. I wonder how you don't fall in love with yourself when you see yourself, I know I did. Your hair is so shiny that make stars kindle. Your eyes are much deeper than the oceans. Diamond radiance fades in front of your smile. Your lips are like rose petals. That spot on your cheek is like a ripple in water that captures heart. That dimple is like an endless cave. Your skin is more velvety than cream that everyone wants to taste. When you talk it seems as water is flowing calmly from a clear path. Your heart is much stronger than mountains. You are like a perfect verse of poetry. You are a walking angel on this earth. My words become meaningless, my tongue loses control, I am unable to think, my mind struck after watching you. In short for me you are the complete definition of beauty. ~MSY

Decades ago, in Hindustan (India) there lived two Rajput (cast) brothers who were the only one who had wealth and large areas of land. The younger brother used to work hard in the fields, while the elder one tended to other pressing matters, as to help other people with their troubles. Both worked hard and with cause. Later both the brothers had been married. The wife of the younger one was greedy but dumb. Her husband was a normal straight forward guy and easily fell for her tricks. She used to manipulate him and spew hatred for his brother by saying that “You are the one who works day and night, tirelessly in the fields while he does the easy work and lives on your hard earned money, you should ask him for your equal share and leave him be to go your separate ways.” The humble guy fell into her oily tongue trap and asked his brother for his share , the elder one was a wise and a good man , he replied that it was all his but the younger one insisted under pressure from his wife t...

Successful? It may seem an ordinary ,an everyday , 10 alphabet word. Nothing more to it (a dull minds conclusion). Ever thought of what it really means? What is being successful? Having a 5 digit salary? A garage full of expensive cars? An exotic mansion by some beach? A humongous bank balance? (Again a dull minds perception about success) To me what success really means is to be respected and to be an ideal to those in line behind us striving for excellence. Having extravagant amounts of money doesn’t make you successful. Being rich on the outside and poor on the inside has never gotten anyone, anywhere in today’s world. “Success isn’t success until you have earned it, deserved it not gotten it.” A wise man once said: “Try not to become a man of success, But rather try to become a man of value” ~ Wise man (Albert Einstein) ~inkpilot