A flame that flickered,
And a soul that whimpered,
A candle that blazed,
And a fragrance that raised.
 
The flames were fed the same,
But one remained diminished,
While the other touched vintage!

Failure should be archived in head, not heart.

This world isn't a battlefield. Someday you will realise how your success depends on a bunch of other people and that day you will be wiser. You will know how connected we all are.
Either we all make it or none of us does.

And what's beyond vastness? It shrinks...

The sand in the hour glass isn't meant to stick together. It will flow exactly same today, how it did ten years back. That's how much reliable that stuff is. The stuff that can be consistent.

First, the thoughts are chosen,
then the prayers are spoken.
The candles are lit,
then the plea is submitted.
But soon after you move away,
there is wax;
melting, adulterating and braiding-
a new constellation up on your blanks.