Metal Life

In a perfect world, You don’t find home around walls. May be on the streets, under the city lights, while You stand staring at cars, You are home.  May be on the roof, under the stars, while you sit discussing life with someone, You are home.  You are home when there are no secrets you want to hide.  The person in whom you live your life, and you feel it pure; that person is born home to you.  So when you’re asked next, where do you belong ; Never run under a fucking roof again.  But call out for those eyes and hearts who’ve showed you the whole universe in them and called it your home. ~ShubhanshuVijay

Love! Let me take you to a ride of remembrance. A ride in remembrance of the people you choose. The reflections you live now for the people around. Let’s talk about the way you be with some, and let’s talk about it in no bounds. And when we examine things together, I hope you remain honest with your soul. No matter, a thousand lies you’ve lived for a whole. But among those many lies, I know you’ve been beautiful all through. For you chose some angels to live with, and they’ve remained the stars on your roof. I know you have some humans in mind, while your eyes read this.  Some sharing their lives with you now, or some resting in the graves of your hearts.  I know you adore them with a smile, for they’ve let you in. Some to make you smile now, or some to hug you while you cry your soul out. I know that you know, to live, being in the depth, For they’ve taught you how to dive. In this big world, I know you chose those, Who’ve stayed along in t...