What are these things...the small jinx characters with which we start associating the good & the bad going on in our lives..
Well, to break the ice, i believed a lot in them, i attributed and observed my success & failure onto these small tricks...wear the same uniform with the ink blot on the pocket to the day of exams,, to always keep my old stuff as my lucky charm...
all this and many more...
but u know wats weird, we usually start believing a superstition when something good happens with us.. i remember, i bought a nice dress but i dont know how come all the bad things happened to me...or..well... i believed it so...
but i dunno when i took my mind off this jinx, and i ended up overcoming that thought...
So the nutshell here is, that wen bad things occur due to something which u consider unlucky or something, we should just let it pass,,,4m our minds...
and if something is attributed to be ur lucky charm, well den u can obviously don it just to be on a safer side...
(PS : Excess of every thing is bad. God has created us with beautiful and enormous powers, which stay hidden in us,,rather than exploring these inner jewels we rely on the stones. So choice is urs, to explore the eternal sunshine of spotless mind or rely on the hearsay and dubious thoughts of our shrugging responsibility of our lives.)
Hola guys. Created the blog to share my thoughts, stories, poems and everything in between...From My heart... In the hope it touches your hearts.. So njoi and feel free to share your thoughts (truthfully - but not rudely please) :)
Sunday, December 11, 2011
Thursday, June 2, 2011
DARE TO WEAR THE ROSE TINTED GLASS--DARE TO DREAM

The dreams in my eyes are like rose tinted glass..
Admired by the lot
As a different species n upper class
But as it breaks the truth reveals,
Glass is just a glass…rose tinted it mite be
It’s just the illusion of the colored glory
But the reality is bitter n bright
It hurts u most when u least prepared
And leaves u gasping for some might
The broken pieces if touched n dared
Shall pinch u more than ever
Shall leave the scar, n bruise the vein
With sweet pain n blood al over
But the valiant ones are those who dare
To play with the sharpest knife
They feel the pain n laugh at it
And rule the laws of life
For them the pain is the sweetest gift
The act of valiance is all that counts
For them the rosy tinted glass
Is just the way to surmount
The way to learn the way to rise
The way to cross the leveled bar
Bar which created the hurdles of thoughts
And left the achievable dreams also far
So lets al of us challenge our thoughts
Let al of us finally dare
Dare to dream through the tinted glass
And to look at eyes of life n stare.
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
SUNSET

As the sun dips below horizon
I see the night getting brighten.
As i hold your hand tight in my palm
I allow the breeze to set me calm
And then like a wind you set my hair
Whisper the tunes slowly in the air,
Slowly slowly i push myself
Deep into your arms' shelf
Cause this is all on whom i trust,
And rely forever for the thrust.
Now my eyes start fooling around,
Pretends to sleep & looks at ground,
And then like the sweetened bread,
You kiss on my twitched forehead;
To let me know you're always there,
Wherever i may look or stare,
And as the time slips away from hands.
I pray to God to hold these strands..
And let the lips only whisper
Ever, ever, ever and forever....
The Gift

Wen my tiny eyes,
Opened the windows of thought
They saw the lonely place
And some of the weird lot
Anxious eyes gazing at me
All stare at me across
Some with waters in their eyes
And some with smily gloss.
The scene was weird,
New and strange
Yet so calm
N pleasingly arranged.
I dunno where I truly belong,
But this surely seems a start
A beginning of a new life
A beginning on a brand new cart.
My life is the gift
I’v got from the lord
I’m sooo happy today
Cause I got the best reward.
The trees, the sun,
The moon, the stars,
The gardens & groves
Spread out so far.
World if this is
Is surely soo beautiful
And life if this is
Is surely worth bountiful
The gift iv got
Il take its good care
Il never let it lose
It never get scare
Days passed, months went by
Years came n went
And the memory of this gift
Got faded n dent
Knowledge n love
Care n emotion
Family n friends
So much of commotion.
So much to do
So much to gain
So busy to live
So much of vain
I got the best gift
The best gift of life
Bt I lost al the luster
And al I did was survive
The life is for ALL
To b live n rejoiced
but the mundane works
make the gift sooo void
So live each day
Like ur gonna die tomorrow
Or else the time shall slip
And al shall feel sorrow
And ul wish again
That u move back the time
Shud have valued the gift
The gift that was prime
Rest all is coated
In the glittery polish
Which fade with age
And leaves all to demolish
So don’t wait
Till the end comes near
Or else ul repent
Of losing ur dear—the gift.
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