indeed

the other day i was reading some stuff on Iraq war and wondering what a shit place this world is. vested interests, cunning policies and no respect for human life.

suddenly i looked at one of the most wonderful person sitting beside me and so many people i have known, came to my mind. it struck me again world is how you see it. its beautiful and can be better.

pandemonium

the next best thing that can happen to us - we learn to keep it simple

time is the most beautiful thing we have

Who are you?

Life is all about what impact your action has on others. Everything is driven by that. The shades in the impact spectrum may go unnoticed by you. Eventually, that builds or renews your identity in the mind of others. Moreover, who you are in your mind is directly or indirectly derived by what others make you feel about yourself. An individual's identity, being a function of how people perceive him to be, is therefore multifaceted. Given that our perceptions are limited, ever-changing and ever-growing, we take the liberty of judging someone at any point in time. Is that being naive?

It is this identity, we live for.. that drives us. Worth it?

life's pace

sometimes when you look back, you feel you've traveled so far and sometimes events in the past seem so fresh.. like it just happened yesterday. it is hard to forget almost anything you've lived. good or bad experiences, they make you. you'll always hold them close to your heart. they are a part of you. they'll stay with you forever. if you try to relate to those moments, you might find your dramatically different status quo, hard to believe. Truth is, its not exactly a disconnect. life in flashback is composed of finite memories...events that influenced you, moved you, embittered you, filled you with joy... and so this feeling of leap in life..which is just an illusion. it is when you were living them, you were transforming, neither totally unbeknownst, nor in complete cognizance.

every breath

mountain is cold
winds are strong
it'd snowed

on it, a tiny bud breaking its way
through the snow
all night, all day
it aspires to grow
to bloom, kiss the sky.

not far does it go,
before it starts to snow
not far does it go. it'll lie
held beneath, it'll try
again. for there is no other way it knows
it still breathes

Let it snow

:-)

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it doesn't have to be a miracle !