I want to run,
I want to hide....
To grow a shell..
And stay inside
The world is out there
Biting and snapping.....
Like hungry dogs..
With jaws bared and toungues lolling....
The minute I get out
They are ready to pounce...
No one to trust,
No where to go,
Its a world without friends
No haven, no cave
Not a tender look
No gentle smile
Not one willing hand to stay the pain.
Everyone are onlookers
Enjoying the show
Baying for blood
Waiting for the tender sinew......
I want to run
I want to hide
To grow a shell
To stay inside.
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
Friday, April 9, 2010
A PSALM OF LIFE
TELL me not, in mournful numbers,
Life is but an empty dream ! —
For the soul is dead that slumbers,
And things are not what they seem.
Life is real ! Life is earnest!
And the grave is not its goal ;
Dust thou art, to dust returnest,
Was not spoken of the soul.
Not enjoyment, and not sorrow,
Is our destined end or way ;
But to act, that each to-morrow
Find us farther than to-day.
Art is long, and Time is fleeting,
And our hearts, though stout and brave,
Still, like muffled drums, are beating
Funeral marches to the grave.
In the world's broad field of battle,
In the bivouac of Life,
Be not like dumb, driven cattle !
Be a hero in the strife !
Trust no Future, howe'er pleasant !
Let the dead Past bury its dead !
Act,— act in the living Present !
Heart within, and God o'erhead !
Lives of great men all remind us
We can make our lives sublime,
And, departing, leave behind us
Footprints on the sands of time ;
Footprints, that perhaps another,
Sailing o'er life's solemn main,
A forlorn and shipwrecked brother,
Seeing, shall take heart again.
Let us, then, be up and doing,
With a heart for any fate ;
Still achieving, still pursuing,
Learn to labor and to wait.
Henry.W.Longfellow
Life is but an empty dream ! —
For the soul is dead that slumbers,
And things are not what they seem.
Life is real ! Life is earnest!
And the grave is not its goal ;
Dust thou art, to dust returnest,
Was not spoken of the soul.
Not enjoyment, and not sorrow,
Is our destined end or way ;
But to act, that each to-morrow
Find us farther than to-day.
Art is long, and Time is fleeting,
And our hearts, though stout and brave,
Still, like muffled drums, are beating
Funeral marches to the grave.
In the world's broad field of battle,
In the bivouac of Life,
Be not like dumb, driven cattle !
Be a hero in the strife !
Trust no Future, howe'er pleasant !
Let the dead Past bury its dead !
Act,— act in the living Present !
Heart within, and God o'erhead !
Lives of great men all remind us
We can make our lives sublime,
And, departing, leave behind us
Footprints on the sands of time ;
Footprints, that perhaps another,
Sailing o'er life's solemn main,
A forlorn and shipwrecked brother,
Seeing, shall take heart again.
Let us, then, be up and doing,
With a heart for any fate ;
Still achieving, still pursuing,
Learn to labor and to wait.
Henry.W.Longfellow
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
Onwards Ahoy!!!!
I have always drawn inspiration from the lines Ive posted below.
Whenever I was faced with challenges,small and big, these words have given me the strength to go on.Today,I am faced with the biggest challenge of my life.There is not just a tempest in my tea cup...there is a full fledged hurricane, and it has broken my tea cup into the tiniest of shards.I am looking at long and arduous journey ahead frought with challenges and responsibilities. I only hope, I shall get through this, a stronger and better person. That I can stand tall and smile in the face of adversity.
Before one sets out on a war, there is a war cry!! 'If' is mine........
It is my anthem and my pledge, that I will take every day, every minute and every second and fill it with as much as I truly can.That I will not let the darkness that swirls around me dim the light that burns in my heart.
That I will celebrate every second that has been given to me, and use every resource at my disposal, to do the best I can and be the best I can.
Life, throw at me your worst..... Im ready for you!!!Onwards!! Ahoy!!!
Whenever I was faced with challenges,small and big, these words have given me the strength to go on.Today,I am faced with the biggest challenge of my life.There is not just a tempest in my tea cup...there is a full fledged hurricane, and it has broken my tea cup into the tiniest of shards.I am looking at long and arduous journey ahead frought with challenges and responsibilities. I only hope, I shall get through this, a stronger and better person. That I can stand tall and smile in the face of adversity.
Before one sets out on a war, there is a war cry!! 'If' is mine........
It is my anthem and my pledge, that I will take every day, every minute and every second and fill it with as much as I truly can.That I will not let the darkness that swirls around me dim the light that burns in my heart.
That I will celebrate every second that has been given to me, and use every resource at my disposal, to do the best I can and be the best I can.
Life, throw at me your worst..... Im ready for you!!!Onwards!! Ahoy!!!
IF
IF you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: 'Hold on!'
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
' Or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch,
if neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!
Rudyard Kipling
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: 'Hold on!'
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
' Or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch,
if neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!
Rudyard Kipling
Saturday, January 23, 2010
Dreams
Everyone has dreams.
Dreams of tomorrow, of a future, of its shape,form and texture.
Such beautiful things, these dreams.
They allow us to hope, to work,to strive,to believe in a better tomorrow,no matter the state of today.To believe that we can be more,do more,have more than what we do now.
Yet,they are such fragile things,dreams.
We hold them safe in the apples of our eyes.Yet, a small twist of fate and they lie broken at our feet.Each tiny sliver causing such pain,such hurt...
Fate,dreams; what contradiction,what irony.
That one can dream, and one can work,and yet,the power to fulfill our dreams isn't in our hands.Our precious dreams have to be left in the hands of fate.... and we know not, if those hands would be hard or gentle.
We could put in everyting thats in us,and it could be of no avail,and the same dream could be handed over to someone else on a platter!
That,when it comes to the bass tacks, all that matters to give meaning to the 99% perspiration is that 1 percent.
Sharukh says: 'Agar tum sacche man se kuch chahte ho, to saari kayanath tume usse milane me jut jaati hai'. Why then does it feel like the converse is true... the moment one really wants something, fate conspires to steal it away.
But,maybe,just maybe..dreams arent about fulfillment..
They are about catching fallen stars and chasing rainbows.
About taking that journey of a thousand steps.
Nobody does talk about where and how the journey ended do they??
Maybe dreams are about believing....hoping and dreaming.
Here's to dreams.
May they always shine in your eyes and shimmer in your hearts and minds.!!!!!
Dreams of tomorrow, of a future, of its shape,form and texture.
Such beautiful things, these dreams.
They allow us to hope, to work,to strive,to believe in a better tomorrow,no matter the state of today.To believe that we can be more,do more,have more than what we do now.
Yet,they are such fragile things,dreams.
We hold them safe in the apples of our eyes.Yet, a small twist of fate and they lie broken at our feet.Each tiny sliver causing such pain,such hurt...
Fate,dreams; what contradiction,what irony.
That one can dream, and one can work,and yet,the power to fulfill our dreams isn't in our hands.Our precious dreams have to be left in the hands of fate.... and we know not, if those hands would be hard or gentle.
We could put in everyting thats in us,and it could be of no avail,and the same dream could be handed over to someone else on a platter!
That,when it comes to the bass tacks, all that matters to give meaning to the 99% perspiration is that 1 percent.
Sharukh says: 'Agar tum sacche man se kuch chahte ho, to saari kayanath tume usse milane me jut jaati hai'. Why then does it feel like the converse is true... the moment one really wants something, fate conspires to steal it away.
But,maybe,just maybe..dreams arent about fulfillment..
They are about catching fallen stars and chasing rainbows.
About taking that journey of a thousand steps.
Nobody does talk about where and how the journey ended do they??
Maybe dreams are about believing....hoping and dreaming.
Here's to dreams.
May they always shine in your eyes and shimmer in your hearts and minds.!!!!!
Thursday, June 11, 2009
Of Lists... old and new...
I have always wondered how people multi-task... I seem to do only one thing... Make ' things to do' lists!
There are so many things to do in a day, so much to do over a lifetime, it seemed a good idea get thing organised by making a list,! Yet,most of my life seems to be spent coming up with new things to do,making grandiose 'plans of action' for getting them done and then adding them onto the already long list of 'things to do'.
Every day starts with the ritual of making a nice new list,new priorities in place, and ends with re prioritising and rethinking of existing plans, and coming up with new things to do.Hardly anything ever gets labelled 'DONE'!
The list never shortens.. it only gets longer and longer each new day!
There have been so many times when ideas have died a painful death, simply because I haven't had the time and the focus to carry them forward.I was too busy coming up with other ideas,making other newer,grander plans of action!That hurts like hell....
This blog is a way of figuring out how I could get to making at least one idea count.It is an attempt at using the age old method of putting thought to paper(the world wide web in this case),so I could come up with a brilliant plan that would help me cross a few items off my ever expanding list of ' things to do'!!
I haven't had any luck!
But I've found a way of making a list that I could cross thing off,and easily at that!!
I'll just start writing a 'things not to do' list!!!
I'll at least be confident of crossing out quite a few things of that list!!I always do things I shouldn't be.... and even if I don't cross things off this list... I'll still be a winner,'coz then, I'll finally be crossing off something from my 'things to do' list!!!
What an idea,madamjee!!!!
I'll get going then... I've got a real long list to make!!
There are so many things to do in a day, so much to do over a lifetime, it seemed a good idea get thing organised by making a list,! Yet,most of my life seems to be spent coming up with new things to do,making grandiose 'plans of action' for getting them done and then adding them onto the already long list of 'things to do'.
Every day starts with the ritual of making a nice new list,new priorities in place, and ends with re prioritising and rethinking of existing plans, and coming up with new things to do.Hardly anything ever gets labelled 'DONE'!
The list never shortens.. it only gets longer and longer each new day!
There have been so many times when ideas have died a painful death, simply because I haven't had the time and the focus to carry them forward.I was too busy coming up with other ideas,making other newer,grander plans of action!That hurts like hell....
This blog is a way of figuring out how I could get to making at least one idea count.It is an attempt at using the age old method of putting thought to paper(the world wide web in this case),so I could come up with a brilliant plan that would help me cross a few items off my ever expanding list of ' things to do'!!
I haven't had any luck!
But I've found a way of making a list that I could cross thing off,and easily at that!!
I'll just start writing a 'things not to do' list!!!
I'll at least be confident of crossing out quite a few things of that list!!I always do things I shouldn't be.... and even if I don't cross things off this list... I'll still be a winner,'coz then, I'll finally be crossing off something from my 'things to do' list!!!
What an idea,madamjee!!!!
I'll get going then... I've got a real long list to make!!
Thursday, March 19, 2009
A Poem..
I took up my pen
to write a poem,
But on what??
It was a big problem.
Shall I write on nature.
with its greens and blues...?
It was a topic that was too common.
How about the world today?
But, Its something thats talked about
Almost everyday!
I'll write about my motherland..
I thought.
Making a decision;
But, oh! what do I write about?
It is in a state
of political confusion!.
I'll write of war and pain
I concluded,
Complete with blood and gore..
But, I found that the topic was
not to my liking after all!!.
How about the subjects
I learn about?
to tell you the truth..
there was nothing in them
I could write a poetry on!
And then it hit me,
like a ton of bricks,
to pen the confusion I was in!!
I dedicate this small attempt,
at a work of art,
To all those poets who wanted to write
But found nothing to write about!!!
These were some lines I had penned when I was 14!
Doesnt seem like my state of confusion has improved one wee bit!!
A lot of things seem so apt even today... the war part... theone about political confusion....
Maybe..just maybe we are in the matrix after all!!
to write a poem,
But on what??
It was a big problem.
Shall I write on nature.
with its greens and blues...?
It was a topic that was too common.
How about the world today?
But, Its something thats talked about
Almost everyday!
I'll write about my motherland..
I thought.
Making a decision;
But, oh! what do I write about?
It is in a state
of political confusion!.
I'll write of war and pain
I concluded,
Complete with blood and gore..
But, I found that the topic was
not to my liking after all!!.
How about the subjects
I learn about?
to tell you the truth..
there was nothing in them
I could write a poetry on!
And then it hit me,
like a ton of bricks,
to pen the confusion I was in!!
I dedicate this small attempt,
at a work of art,
To all those poets who wanted to write
But found nothing to write about!!!
These were some lines I had penned when I was 14!
Doesnt seem like my state of confusion has improved one wee bit!!
A lot of things seem so apt even today... the war part... theone about political confusion....
Maybe..just maybe we are in the matrix after all!!
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