Our heart heavy with the age old stone,
scribbled on it are the stories of past,
and prophecies waiting to unfold.
We let the stone roll and roll.
We let the stone grow it's thorns,
and pierce our flesh and bone.
Our heart heavy with the age old stone.

It’s sad how we let our past pierce our soul.

It’s sad how based on few bad incidents in our past we make future predictions and live our life with fear.

We carry those stones inside our hearts for several years and let them hurt us when all we need to do is drop those stones. I think we should forgive us and set ourselves free from all sort of fear and guilt . At least we can give it a try.

~Mayuri Srivastava~