Life never let the quest end,
The reality of life is sometimes compromised,
But don’t take it personally,
Because the intention of life,
And the destiny is what makes you personally,
A kind of being,
That depicts though disappointment and failures,
Try to be the most successful failure.
Felt like an owl,
With obvious silent and,
As Thought streaming like a river,
Sleepy sleepless night,
On the cliff of mountain,
Made of thoughts,
Of rememberance & memories,
All yours it was,
Still that stream of you had this portion on me,
Overwhelming though but more of a satisfaction that stillness of you resides within me.
Not till the moon and stars come up,
But till the dawn of every rise my love grows for u,
It’s not like the fragrance of flowers which vanishes,
But it’s like the soil beneath it which lets it grow,
My love for u is like the sun rise,
Even though it sets but still we know that its there on the other side,
We r on the lovers paradise,
Instead we make it paradise of love.
Your cheeks like rose,
Your lips like cotton candy,
But I m much fond of your eyes like our vision of future in it,
Your hands like gloves,
Your hugs like reliable dress,
Which I won’t take off,
And your heart like saints of pure love which stills in me.❤️
There’s a pleasure in the pathless woods,
There is a rapture in the lonely shores,
There is a society, that no one intrudes,
By the deep sea, music in it’s roar,
I love not the man less, but nature more..
It was this vision,
Where above the clouds,
Bout to go dusk,
It was so vivid,
Like an ocean on the clouds,
With an orange horizon,
Felt so serene,
Just like meditation,
But on other scale,
Undescribed yet sensational,
Being like in dreams to heaven.
There comes a time,
when nothing but everything overcomes in your mind,
all what’s left is nothing but the dilemma,
the same dilemma either pushes you up or take you down,
which makes you overthink, either leading towards your reach,
or makes you go crazy thinking it again and again, avoiding and
petrifying you to move ahead.
This phase of life, though it’s a phase but still haven’t you deal with it,
you no longer going to earn the struggle of mental dilemma and failure,
this phase and time of life is what makes you shine just like iron being beaten up to make it into shape,
Even though the mental torture sometimes resides into you and into your veins,
but failure is what you see to avoid doing it and build up your journey towards the reach what you have dreamt of and petrified of for making it initiate.
You have to be AWAKE !
Honour is to live with dignity, but honourable is to be worthy of respect. And that involves a sense of human dignity. In order to live with dignity we need to have a sense of:
- Fairness which leads to justice.
- Empathy leading to compassion.
- Integrity leading to trust.
This is the vision that needs to be followed for upbringing the society.
There’s should be a burning desire and the capability to create a benchmark and create value for work and life in yourself and most importantly that should impact on others/society.
It’s OK to be on the other side of track besides yeoman’s work but the need to help others. Be an admiration to others, so that you yourself will have some meaning of life and will earn respect from others and from your inner self by doing good deeds not only for yourself but for others too, after all “LIVE LIVED FOR OTHERS IS WORTH LIVING“. Even people are reluctant to change but without changing growth is impossible and the track for growth is the way leading to dignified life with honour; integrity, compassion, sincerity and with determination will guide throughout the way.
“YOU GOTTA LIVE WITH HONOUR”
It’s barely dawn,
The spotlights in the dark horizon,
Illuminating the horizon,
I knew I was in a path of reflection of dark horizon,
Though it was prolonged,
But it had to end somewhere at sometime,
And it did,
The reflection was gone,
I knew there was no way around,
Still I took the quest,
And now I am awake.
It was just before the dusk,
With vivid orange all around,
Birds flying above the sun,
It felt like the sun nd the sea were never apart,
On the bluish orange horizon with few white patches,
Felt like an art,
But with no artist,
Beautifying the nature to its epitome.