Pen it down. .

In history, literature and poetry . .
The tales of long lost soliders became part of history, they were named as heroes. Long after they passed away hoping for a better future which they never had, they gave it to millions. Only because someone remembered to ink it on the pages with no title. .

Poetry is a greater form of art which steals hearts, saves souls and teaches us to live. .

Pen it down, you never know you might be writing the history.

Nothing More..

. . Nothing more hauntingly beautiful than the last gaze of a dying soul, full of regrets yet hint of a fading smile, because one thing he has done right, oh He has lived. .

. . Nothing more invincible and powerful than the first embrace of your mother when you enter the world, so vulnerable yet the safest place you have ever been. .

. . Nothing more frightening than a kindest heart of the tormented person. .

. .Nothing more pure than those hands which give till the last spec of hope they have. .

. .Nothing more. .