Tag: laughter

Laughter

Learning, Poetic

Laughter's, Beloved
You radiate cheerfulness,
We all count blessings.

when you laugh, the dried grass comes alive

Laughing

Learning, Poetic
Laughing, Beloved,
Throwing up positive vibes,
Burning some sadness,
Growing positivity—
We can do it everyday.

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What can I do constantly in life but laughing? How funny this life is! How ironic life is! How entertaining life is! How fun life is! How miserable life is! How mysterious life is! How enjoyable life is! Laughing takes all, just try to improvise the laughing style to suit each situation.

A friend called and the topic of most of my chats are stupid things. This time we laughed at how funny emotional rollercoaster is. Sometimes she feels that she is at the peak of consciousness and that’s why she feels so calm and peaceful until someone sends her a picture or tags her in a social media posting then she realises that calmness explodes to buried anger.

I can’t even remember what made us burst into laughter from one story to another. We just thought sadness is sometimes funnier than happiness. Or maybe we simply think happiness is able to materialise itself into any form.

I always love to laugh. Maybe I was a kookaburra bird in one of my past life if I had one. Oooh how I miss Australia! 🦘

Salaam…. 😏

Laughter Is Powerful Medicine

Learning, Poetic, This Person
Balance off? Get up!
Round wheels, thousands of chances—
Some laughter won’t harm.

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When joy overrides pain, laughter is the best medicine!

No one sees! Only ghosts are around! Laugh again! More loudly!

Laughter To Envy

Bob, Learning, love, Poetic

Then I just laughed when you suggested a fact that I am watched by you….

But does it really matter?

No, it matters only to you…. And, some folks next to you, who have the same feather but can’t fly. So high, in the imaginary sky, without capable to fly.

Does it really matter?

No, it never matters to me…. Only sketched some seconds in a note, that is as brittle as a butterfly’s wings. For a while, in beauty, no sustainability.

Does it really matter?

Not really. Really not, finally. Your voice, your choir, your noise doesn’t matter to this path.

Enjoy the cloud where you think you sit, but actually you skid.

Thanks, friends…. For sharing me the face of envy.

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Dear beagle Skipper

AMK Street 64 – November 14, 2014 – 6:45am