The Part of life, filled with pleasure, longs to do something, but cannot.
Dreams to do everything, but does not.
Loved by each, hated by none.
As I glaze into the night sky, my life seems like a candle in the darkness dancing to the tunes of the tender breez.
When life seems to be absurd you give me hope, the strength to endure firm faith of a better path ahead.
You seem like a binder of a thousand stars, twinkling all the time, leading an ear when i have thoughts to share.
Friday, November 27, 2009
Saturday, November 21, 2009
The Wandering Mind!!!!!!
It's always travelling without a final destination.
But you enjoy the journey.
In time of contemplation.
Most of the time it travels to a fantasy world.
Where full of freedom and joy dwells your worried mind.
It cares not of reality.
When it is on this splendid journey no worries or sorrows to hoard you, but total happiness.
It wanders into an unknown land and discovers the rarest things.
Like...... smiling faces and warm embraces; very rare indeed - in this world.
It wanders a long way but like the lost sheep, it always has to return to reality.
But you enjoy the journey.
In time of contemplation.
Most of the time it travels to a fantasy world.
Where full of freedom and joy dwells your worried mind.
It cares not of reality.
When it is on this splendid journey no worries or sorrows to hoard you, but total happiness.
It wanders into an unknown land and discovers the rarest things.
Like...... smiling faces and warm embraces; very rare indeed - in this world.
It wanders a long way but like the lost sheep, it always has to return to reality.
Saturday, November 14, 2009
good-bye!!!!!
Life is an alteration of meetings and partings.
When those of whome we love bid is good-bye a bit of ourself is going away.
Greater the love, more intense the pain, closer the union more severe the sense of loss.
when vicissitude of life seperate us from those who have walked with us for a long stretch of the journey, those who stood by us through thick and thin, those who held our hands when we risked stumbling indeed it makes our heart ache.
When those of whome we love bid is good-bye a bit of ourself is going away.
Greater the love, more intense the pain, closer the union more severe the sense of loss.
when vicissitude of life seperate us from those who have walked with us for a long stretch of the journey, those who stood by us through thick and thin, those who held our hands when we risked stumbling indeed it makes our heart ache.
Thursday, November 12, 2009
Living is an Art
Living is an Art it is the most complicated art as it is based upon the scientific applications of the good principles of living which govern the behaviours and attitude of human beings.
Life has different meanings to various people to someone it is just an empty dream; to others it is a real pleasure and duty.
Some live life for enjoyment, they would like to eat and be merry without caring for tomorrow. For such people life is journey through years, it is a light comedy, at least that is what they wish it to be.
In actual life there are very few people who can enjoy so easily, for life is not just bed of roses, it has many thorns around.
It is a acomedy as well as tragedy. Both these are facts of life that are to be faced as they come and go.
Luck is one who takes comedies and tragedies boldly as they come and go.
Life has different meanings to various people to someone it is just an empty dream; to others it is a real pleasure and duty.
Some live life for enjoyment, they would like to eat and be merry without caring for tomorrow. For such people life is journey through years, it is a light comedy, at least that is what they wish it to be.
In actual life there are very few people who can enjoy so easily, for life is not just bed of roses, it has many thorns around.
It is a acomedy as well as tragedy. Both these are facts of life that are to be faced as they come and go.
Luck is one who takes comedies and tragedies boldly as they come and go.
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