Today there is tomorrow

At dawn there’s hope, in light and in thoughts lit by it;
a beam of possibilities, a new stream of energy,
takes me higher in mind, leaves me refreshed,
for another day I am alive, for another day I need to live.

Thinking of work, optimistic, I do set out,
for events that defy time, and experiences that define it;
Looking forward, marching ahead, some plans I make,
to go places, to do things I never have, but believed I will.

Not every day we win; this fact I know too well,
and never to stop trying is still my way to go;
could miss an opportunity, could meet no aim,
but today there is tomorrow, yet to come.

What The Hell...

Life is hell, for most.
And, they are the people who invented heaven.
Heaven is just their figment, to probably pacify themselves with the possibility of something better, eventually.
But, there is nothing better afterward.
It’s all the same.
The afterlife will be another journey through thick and thin; and that’s reality.
If there is something good, it’s right here, hiding for you to discover and realize it.
This is hell, our existence.
Heaven is a concept bought by most of us, and alike all the others that carry us away, an exaggerated one.
I’d rather believe in one-life – one-chance.
This is the good and bad, both. And, why is hell a big fear?
Why don’t we understand one thing – there can’t be heaven until there is hell.
So, live through hell, accepting it, and you’ll probably find heaven, before you die i.e.
Everyone’s heaven is discrete.
Mine is helping as many people as I can.
Yours could be something else.
But it’s all here.
Don’t live like you’re going to die some day and a friendly spirit will deliver you to heaven.
Don’t wait for your heaven.
Make your own heaven right here, right now; in this very life.

STRANGE CONNECTIONS

Unknown places; unknown faces,
and a strange connection…
with people who seem so lost; people who are subjects of profound thought.

I depart naturally, in body, but not mind;
I wander, in hope that I did leave behind,
a deep impression that I am what they are,
though I walk past them and remain far.

There is but little, a relation that binds us all,
something common that demolishes that wall,
which, till now, kept us from seeing…
that on the other side is an equal being.

Eye meets the eye, and the hearts meet too,
in moments of trust, filled with hue…
I stand by them and they stand by me,
in undecided moments that need no plea.

Places change, and so do faces, everyday;
no foreword, no dialogue and no dismay…
We are connected because we are the same,
And there lies nothing in their origin, or their name.

Middle of Nowhere

Doing a little bit of too many things I love doing.
Sometimes, i think about focussing on something I really want to do, but I realize that there are too many such things and I have not been able to prioritize yet.
my folks expect me to have a scheduled life, a stable life, which would have no ups and no downs.
I wake up, slide open my window and stare at the rising sun everyday. what comes to my mind is... the most powerful thing, the sun, has a schedule too. the question is, what role do i play in this world? what's am i supposed to do with this human body, which drives my soul towards aspirations like money, materialistic pleasures and development at the cost of nature.
i don't wanna give up, turn my back and walk out of this system. I am not a coward. and, i don't want to spend the rest of my life just observing things. i want to start doing something that i could do all my life. i want to discover, want to write, want to create my own environment and make my life a little more worth living.
most of us are not aware of the future and we can never be when are so lost in the present.
but that's what it's all about. living the present, not anticipating the future, but preparing for it.
I don't understand words like 'career' and 'goal'.
i don't understand why anyone would not travel and understand the universe the way it is supposed to be.
I don't understand, because i've not seen enough yet, not thought enough and not questioned enough.
I am in the middle of nowhere.

Delicate Silence

Delicate is the silence that keeps away from noise.
Like dark corners that stay away from sunrays.
The delicate silence that hears no sound, but its own.
The silence that does not drift past, but stays.
The silence that does not speak up, but still says…
The quietest of moments are the noisiest,
but keep the promise that objects make to surroundings.
Delicate it is, the silence, and breaks not due to sound,
but due to its aim to isolate itself.

Leader

I believe everyone is a born leader. However, it is the excuse of circumstances that we use to kill that instinct. It is to keep walking with a smile, in the bliss of optimism, and knowing that the change you want to bring begins in you. A lot of people fail to realize that, and blame the lack of resources instead of cherishing the existence of determination.
The interest fades out before the ideology, and this creates a depression in the belt of generations, which look down upon themselves more than looking up to someone.

Leadership is to know what you’re doing and why, to know that every step towards achievement is achievement in itself, to know that you don’t need followers, but people who walk along, to know that the only time you’d look back is when you’d want to see where you started from. That’s a leader. That’s a person who can be a ray of hope in this state of darkness that overshadows motivation, and eventually, the nation.

Welcome Barack Obama

Madonna - My priced dispossession...

she helped me move around the town

she helped me meet my friends

she helped me discover new places

she helped me see new faces

she helped me go fast

she helped me go slow

she helped me win a race

not by god's, but her grace

she helped me see the valley

she helped me burn the road

she helped me cover the distance

she helped me carry some load

she helped me make a statement

she helped me move at night

she helped me feel I' am safe

even with weak eyesight

she helped me escape at times

she helped me be on time

she helped me take her out

she trusted me without doubt

she helped me be the cool boy

she helped me go to work

she helped me look like a hero

though I' am a jerk

she helped me know the city

she helped me make a path

she let me kiss her head

and give her a nice bath

she helped me clear my debts

she helped me calm the storm

she helped me keep a promise

she remained nice and warm

Madonna

AP 10 AJ 9983

You truly made me a wing rider

RIP (Ride in Peace)