Lost one is in the alleys of thoughts. What you are were and want to be. Hell and heaven something given others taken. Happiness and sorrow, what you don’t have, tend to steal beg or borrow. Everything for that brighter tomorrow.
Dreams hopes and aspirations all depend on your belief and perspiration. What you do and what you don’t have all to decide the only rule is truth by which one abides. Truth of your inner voice that keeps you guiding on the dark road that you are riding. World never stops for one. It’s on one’s own to have some fun, joy that’s in the heart a raging fire driving you and you can wait to start.
Time to pick up the pieces and find yourself. Time to do what you feel is right no place for fear no chance to lose the sight, a vision that will get you to the place where you want to go – a view of the world the way you want it the way of life you see fit.
Don’t be 60 and say I did not live my life.
Sunday, June 7, 2009
What is life
Ever looked at the rising sun, the night sky and wondered what are night and day. Why is a being so caught up in parameters, obligations, restrictions? Why does one when looking at the bird in the sky and wished that why can’t I fly? Looking at the flower blossoming in your house or office plant pot – does it make you recollect the memories of the carefree days when you were a child. The joy of freedom, the cradle of love, the blessings of God.
What seems lost that one tries to find, a wish that we wished would come true, a dream nested in the eyes waiting to become a reality. Friends and loved ones why do nowadays we find them to be long lost and forgotten. Why does a son or a daughter have to wait for mother’s day or father’s day in order to see the parents? The passion of living life dies and the essence of a nightmare rises from its ashes. Life or something like it – what would you prefer.
Searching for peace in anyway and every way possible – why doesn’t one realize peace and tranquility lie within oneself. A quest to find out what is real, is not it a function of belief and feel. Why this rat race which finishes without a trace. Leaving your family, society friends and surroundings to make your mark, just like a candle’s tries to keep the flame alive in the dark.
Look before you leap, what you sow is what you reap, trying to find a hole to peep and get a glance of the world at large. Like leaving all the supports and taking charge. Trying to make a difference is what we strive for.
If life is forever a journey with an endless road I would prefer not to dream of the heavenly aboard. As it still hammers my thoughts and cuts like a knife – the age old question “WHAT IS LIFE”.
What seems lost that one tries to find, a wish that we wished would come true, a dream nested in the eyes waiting to become a reality. Friends and loved ones why do nowadays we find them to be long lost and forgotten. Why does a son or a daughter have to wait for mother’s day or father’s day in order to see the parents? The passion of living life dies and the essence of a nightmare rises from its ashes. Life or something like it – what would you prefer.
Searching for peace in anyway and every way possible – why doesn’t one realize peace and tranquility lie within oneself. A quest to find out what is real, is not it a function of belief and feel. Why this rat race which finishes without a trace. Leaving your family, society friends and surroundings to make your mark, just like a candle’s tries to keep the flame alive in the dark.
Look before you leap, what you sow is what you reap, trying to find a hole to peep and get a glance of the world at large. Like leaving all the supports and taking charge. Trying to make a difference is what we strive for.
If life is forever a journey with an endless road I would prefer not to dream of the heavenly aboard. As it still hammers my thoughts and cuts like a knife – the age old question “WHAT IS LIFE”.
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