This is for all my team-mates with whom I am currently working … The positive aura created by them made me write this… Especially on Friday 15th October my emotions just found out a way to be grateful …

Sometimes………

Sometimes, full of love and life…

Sometimes, we go with the stride,

Sometimes, we don’t want to bother,

Wrong and Right……….

Sometimes, we are more close to ground,

Yet full of pride…

These ‘sometimes’ are precious,

And hold us for long,

Sometimes when we care from where we belong,

Sometimes we realize …

Our commonness makes us strong.

It fills us with ecstasy..

Amidst happy and adorned throng…

These ‘sometimes’ are rare,

Exquisitely designed by GOD with care,

On this festive occasion lets..

Spread hope and dare,

To work with spirits high,

Zeal never bare.

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Spaces

At times we have everything, Yet something keeps missing…! For spaces too hold a place… Spaces… holding memories’ case.. Memories.. which bring smile… Make the case even more fragile..! Dearest ones leave reminiscences.. And intensify the burden of their absence..! Pondering makes the decisions weak, Makes one feel helpless and meek..! True... choices define our lives… Don’t be so greedy.. No one forever survives..! Laugh out loud .. and understand .. Why some smile and some pretend..! Pray for the best but believe more.. Beliefs are magical in healing sores! Have faith on time..It may vacate the space.. If it doesn’t, you are as good as an ace !

Sensitive

Sometimes I don’t need big reasons to shed tears, just a little pinch and I am unstoppable. As far as I remember myself, it has always been that way, I could be hurt with a single word (not even a complete sentence). As a kid I was always told that I was morose and I believed it to be true until recently when I discovered ‘you are what you think you are’ and I replaced ‘being morose’ with ‘being sensitive’. I am not sure how many would get it, there are some people with whom we get really comfortable, to the extent that the child in us could dare to reveal itself! What if those people didn’t react to our childlike mannerism and instead termed it childish. It would be like thrashing that child mentally; which would eventually suppress his craving for being cosseted. Probably it was always suppressed, even when this person was actually a child and so he always felt being love deprived no matter how good several other things were. So the probable solution is to train the mind t...

It doesn't matter ...

For whom am I living? For whom will I die? My existence doesn’t matter, How hard I may try! Dozen acquaintances and a family, Some understand some ignore, How long to ask for console? Most of them got bored! Tears, the eternal buddies, Will flow and accompany, till you are at ease! They comforted when u opened your eyes, Will stay till you surrender and cease!! Aimless I breathe.. And count the hours that pass, Wish I knew the breaths in account.. To know, how long will it last..!! Hope is the worst thing, It shouldn’t exist, It keeps you prolong.. Which couldn’t last long..! Traversed so far but didn’t reach anywhere, Still no clue .. If it doesn’t even matter? For whom am I living ..? For whom will I die…?

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