Day 'what'
The question lingers tempting it's allegiance to the scruples of the mind. When reason has an upperhand, the sensitivity and joy that is to be forlorn makes itself to appear leaving everything undecided.
It's been a while yet again. To have held the senses, to have brought color to its overflow, to have debarred all efforts to curtail their freedom, to relinquish that final ounce of doubt!
Seeking far beyond the depth of serenity or tumultuous conscience, the heart thus exults in the secrets that is owned only by it!
Day Week
The day genuinely is turning out to be a week, is it the countenance of the events that have appeared in random or is it a ploy of the mind? Either way, being the lone bearer of such a preposterous accomplice is beyond forbearance.
Day 9
None of our senses, none of the words that flow out, none of the surging tears can stop this! Where is everything leading to? What is it that is toppling even the innocent motive of seeing only the good, feeling the urge to correct before it goes out of hand, experiencing the agony that is to accompany all these futile efforts? How is survival to be defined in this context?
Day 8
Well well what do we have here? Random gestures, planned glances, a move unexpected!! What do people actually wonder? Isn't all this evident of the motive behind? Seething from within, one must respond tho and not react.
Day 7
Seeking the unsought, loving the non existent, dreaming the impossible, renewing the broken, scaling the unimaginable, History has proved time and again that there are a few among us who make the world what it is now.
A scientist, the famed lover, a healer, a trekker - no, none of them. A human with a humane touch, a beholder of the beauty around, a grateful heart, a sincere worker, a diligent home maker - even you and me. It's been centuries of churning in the best traits of people around us. Let's not dishearten the hopeless, let's not obstruct the path of the striving, let's not deny the basics to our fraternity, let's not finally do anything against our conscience that the Creator has given us along with the freedom. Let's not turn a deaf ear or a blind eye to the happenings around us. Let's see, hear, feel and do.
Day nostalgia
'strange story that neither u nor me could understand.......'
B-utiful lyrics given life by the erstwhile singer. Memories of nothing else but the euphoria of wading into the past, the elation on listening to the melodious tinkle, that's worthwhile. This heart bows down to the gesture with gratitude and hurries to accumulate yet another fond memory.
Day 6
Every breath a new value learnt. Simple sincere eyes hoping for a better morrow and a brighter today.
On second thoughts, why am I not coercing circumstances to my will? Why can't the strength within reflect in my feeble efforts? Why is it that i try to evade all with my smiles, never giving away the turmoil and struggle that's wrenching me apart? Am I a fool to try to keep the peace? Do I have the right to shatter the dreams and demands of my loved ones? Do I need to maintain that understanding silence most of the time? Amazing how people are so meticulous and manipulative! Is it love that compels or is it the dreaded resignation to all situations? What is it?
Day 5
How much more can the efforts be shown effortless, how much more can the struggle within be shown seamless, how much more the ripping apart be shown flawless, how much more. You see the failure not the innocence, you see the tripped not the distance traveled, you see the precious shattered not the heart battered. With each sound falls a tear, with each reproach fails the heart so dear!
Day tears
Its another day, its another way, it's another stay.
Simple reasons to tingle the depths of untapped limits. Bottling up each day, each hour, each moment allowing the rushes to subside, cascade and find a place deep within - into the unexplored!
Seems like sleep is irking the heavy eyelids swollen by the pangs of separation. The body remains undaunted while the heart is swaying it's last! What grief engulfs the soggy interiors no one knows.
Day rain
Wow rain in all its fervour! A cloud descended to encircle the dry land thirsty and lifeless. A respite from the humid senses drenching the last drop of moisture.
We get to meet different people having different approaches to life and others. Sincerely shedding their inhibitions to go out of their way to make space in their already cramped lives. While others widening their horizons
Day 4
Hum Jo chalne lage, chalne lage hai ye raaste........
An inspiration for each day. Life is beautiful. I can see the beauty around me, in the greenery and coloured surrounds, around birds soaring and conquering the heights, in the depths of still waters dazzling against the rising sun, little children eagerly waiting for another journey to school, men and women alike looking their best walking with a new vigour to achieve their goals for the day, grandparents watching intently each gesture of their little ones and reliving their parenting without the pressures of trying to get ends meet, everything around me is so lovely, an unending saga of smiles and
Day 3
It's a lot different when new vigor surges into the interiors of your unexplored realms. But is it really this or is it the numbered hours of laboured efforts of your smothered eyelids trying to stay together.
Whatever the inspiration, enjoying the sudden rush of adrenaline is an opportunity. An opportunity to look at the other and smile, to say a kind word, to empathize with your kin, but once to convince yourself that what you see and hear is the only truth.
Forget your woes, your apprehensions, your inhibitions, for once just forget the past. For once let bygones be bygones. For once, only for once!
Let the eyes behold the worth of the other. Let it see beyond the film of it's ego the resourcefulness however little the contribution. How else is the social animal meant to survive? The fittest is the one who amicably leads each day with the satisfaction of not only finding his dreams fulfilled but allows that of others too.
We are to always remember our origins, the paths transgressed, the people who made a difference and let us know both the promises and the deceits that life has in it's course.
Faith leads us, people guide us. But the path that you chose matters the most. No one has coerced you to be where you are now, this we must accept is our own doing.
Day 2
Days go by, lots of events smear their effects on our hearts and form a new us - that us who is re-equipped with that something that we all need to stay where we are, how we are and to realize who we are.
Memories fade to be replaced by new ones which we swear never to forget or maybe remember. But life has it's own way to plan our smiles or tears in a fashion no man can ever fathom.
Simple dreams, little plans, small pleasures are something that we need to truly cherish. Failure and success doesn't really matter when we let go the disappointment or joy associated and take up only the core value that has been imbibed by the soul.
A retort, a frown, a raised note in the voice, an indifference, a pride - do we really need to give the valuable space of our lives? Why not replace these with an amiable silence, a smile, a polite word, some more love and most of all modesty that will defeat even the hardest of hearts? What is life but just a puff of wind, a flower drooping with sunset,
The question lingers tempting it's allegiance to the scruples of the mind. When reason has an upperhand, the sensitivity and joy that is to be forlorn makes itself to appear leaving everything undecided.
It's been a while yet again. To have held the senses, to have brought color to its overflow, to have debarred all efforts to curtail their freedom, to relinquish that final ounce of doubt!
Seeking far beyond the depth of serenity or tumultuous conscience, the heart thus exults in the secrets that is owned only by it!
Day Week
The day genuinely is turning out to be a week, is it the countenance of the events that have appeared in random or is it a ploy of the mind? Either way, being the lone bearer of such a preposterous accomplice is beyond forbearance.
Day 9
None of our senses, none of the words that flow out, none of the surging tears can stop this! Where is everything leading to? What is it that is toppling even the innocent motive of seeing only the good, feeling the urge to correct before it goes out of hand, experiencing the agony that is to accompany all these futile efforts? How is survival to be defined in this context?
Day 8
Well well what do we have here? Random gestures, planned glances, a move unexpected!! What do people actually wonder? Isn't all this evident of the motive behind? Seething from within, one must respond tho and not react.
Day 7
Seeking the unsought, loving the non existent, dreaming the impossible, renewing the broken, scaling the unimaginable, History has proved time and again that there are a few among us who make the world what it is now.
A scientist, the famed lover, a healer, a trekker - no, none of them. A human with a humane touch, a beholder of the beauty around, a grateful heart, a sincere worker, a diligent home maker - even you and me. It's been centuries of churning in the best traits of people around us. Let's not dishearten the hopeless, let's not obstruct the path of the striving, let's not deny the basics to our fraternity, let's not finally do anything against our conscience that the Creator has given us along with the freedom. Let's not turn a deaf ear or a blind eye to the happenings around us. Let's see, hear, feel and do.
Day nostalgia
'strange story that neither u nor me could understand.......'
B-utiful lyrics given life by the erstwhile singer. Memories of nothing else but the euphoria of wading into the past, the elation on listening to the melodious tinkle, that's worthwhile. This heart bows down to the gesture with gratitude and hurries to accumulate yet another fond memory.
Day 6
Every breath a new value learnt. Simple sincere eyes hoping for a better morrow and a brighter today.
On second thoughts, why am I not coercing circumstances to my will? Why can't the strength within reflect in my feeble efforts? Why is it that i try to evade all with my smiles, never giving away the turmoil and struggle that's wrenching me apart? Am I a fool to try to keep the peace? Do I have the right to shatter the dreams and demands of my loved ones? Do I need to maintain that understanding silence most of the time? Amazing how people are so meticulous and manipulative! Is it love that compels or is it the dreaded resignation to all situations? What is it?
Day 5
How much more can the efforts be shown effortless, how much more can the struggle within be shown seamless, how much more the ripping apart be shown flawless, how much more. You see the failure not the innocence, you see the tripped not the distance traveled, you see the precious shattered not the heart battered. With each sound falls a tear, with each reproach fails the heart so dear!
Day tears
Its another day, its another way, it's another stay.
Simple reasons to tingle the depths of untapped limits. Bottling up each day, each hour, each moment allowing the rushes to subside, cascade and find a place deep within - into the unexplored!
Seems like sleep is irking the heavy eyelids swollen by the pangs of separation. The body remains undaunted while the heart is swaying it's last! What grief engulfs the soggy interiors no one knows.
Day rain
Wow rain in all its fervour! A cloud descended to encircle the dry land thirsty and lifeless. A respite from the humid senses drenching the last drop of moisture.
We get to meet different people having different approaches to life and others. Sincerely shedding their inhibitions to go out of their way to make space in their already cramped lives. While others widening their horizons
Day 4
Hum Jo chalne lage, chalne lage hai ye raaste........
An inspiration for each day. Life is beautiful. I can see the beauty around me, in the greenery and coloured surrounds, around birds soaring and conquering the heights, in the depths of still waters dazzling against the rising sun, little children eagerly waiting for another journey to school, men and women alike looking their best walking with a new vigour to achieve their goals for the day, grandparents watching intently each gesture of their little ones and reliving their parenting without the pressures of trying to get ends meet, everything around me is so lovely, an unending saga of smiles and
Day 3
It's a lot different when new vigor surges into the interiors of your unexplored realms. But is it really this or is it the numbered hours of laboured efforts of your smothered eyelids trying to stay together.
Whatever the inspiration, enjoying the sudden rush of adrenaline is an opportunity. An opportunity to look at the other and smile, to say a kind word, to empathize with your kin, but once to convince yourself that what you see and hear is the only truth.
Forget your woes, your apprehensions, your inhibitions, for once just forget the past. For once let bygones be bygones. For once, only for once!
Let the eyes behold the worth of the other. Let it see beyond the film of it's ego the resourcefulness however little the contribution. How else is the social animal meant to survive? The fittest is the one who amicably leads each day with the satisfaction of not only finding his dreams fulfilled but allows that of others too.
We are to always remember our origins, the paths transgressed, the people who made a difference and let us know both the promises and the deceits that life has in it's course.
Faith leads us, people guide us. But the path that you chose matters the most. No one has coerced you to be where you are now, this we must accept is our own doing.
Day 2
Days go by, lots of events smear their effects on our hearts and form a new us - that us who is re-equipped with that something that we all need to stay where we are, how we are and to realize who we are.
Memories fade to be replaced by new ones which we swear never to forget or maybe remember. But life has it's own way to plan our smiles or tears in a fashion no man can ever fathom.
Simple dreams, little plans, small pleasures are something that we need to truly cherish. Failure and success doesn't really matter when we let go the disappointment or joy associated and take up only the core value that has been imbibed by the soul.
A retort, a frown, a raised note in the voice, an indifference, a pride - do we really need to give the valuable space of our lives? Why not replace these with an amiable silence, a smile, a polite word, some more love and most of all modesty that will defeat even the hardest of hearts? What is life but just a puff of wind, a flower drooping with sunset,
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