Life

Life is what we make it,
And how we take it......

Life is a star......
that's why there is an aura.....
visible to only those..
who can see it........

Life is a flower,
With an ethereal fragrance...
No wonder it spreads......
beyond land's end....

Life is a bird,
Wanting to fly high.
Free will its wings.......
And Limit is the Sky.

Life is a rock,
Steady...steadfast.......
Living upto challenges.......
Fighting till the war lasts.......

Life is to live...
each moment..
Of pain..
Regret..
Misery......
Happiness.....
Beauty.....
Emptiness.....
Hardship...
Temptation.....
Thrill.....
Newness......
Frustration...
Helplessness.....
Contentment...
Love....
And Infinite Joy.

Life is to revel.....
To feel the rejuvenation.....
To recreate oneself..
with each passing moment.

Life is to learn...
that Life is the greatest truth.....
that Life is the greatest Learner.....
That Life is the greatest Teacher....

Life is our Guardian Angel......
when it converges with time.
Together these have the ultimate power......
And make each passing moment divine.....

One rainy day,
And another one;
One impatient feeling,
And another one;
One realization,
And another one;
One fateful moment,
And another one……..

Several rainy days,
Several impatient feelings,
Several realizations,
Several fateful moments…..

That’s life………

It was like being made into a concave mirror from a convex one, by being silvered on the opposite side. Heck. Such things happened only if I allowed it. God only knows how much longer I am gonna allow it. 21 years is a long time, you know. People become beauty queens, business barons, ethical hackers, writers, music artistes, developers, inventors and world famous award-winners by this time. People cease grappling with insecurities, indecisiveness, irresponsibilities-inspite-of-sense-of-responsibility, attachment, emotions-pulling-hither-and-thither, and influences, by this time. People become the quintessential- ‘people’, by this time. And even before that.

But not me.
Being honest and true to the core, does not help. It chugs along a train of difficulties. Putting others’ ideas first and giving them most importance, by habit, does not help. Caring for others more than they can sense coming from our exterior or can comprehend, does not help. Thinking while others don’t realize how much you have thought, does not help. Expressing less, and feeling more, does not help. This is the world of ‘Express Yourself’, after all. And expressing through tears, is worse still. They think tears are weak. Or worse still, tears are to be used in melo-drama. Heartfeltness- confused with intentions. Doom.

Anyway, there is a poem called ‘Anyway’. It carries a beautiful message. Tough to practice it in an insensitive world, but all the same, it is a landmark-specially for sensitive people.
Actually, the more I try taking control and not be a sensitive idiot, the more I become unable to do so.
It’s like- the more dirt U scrape from your back, the more dirt U are gonna get.
The more dandruff U shake out from your head, there will still be more to come out.
The more bosses hike people’s salaries, the more they have to hike it.
The more U blog and orkut, the more U do it.
The more U remove wax from your ears, there’s still more inside.

And so, things left as they are, would maybe be better.

But no. Things have to be cleaned. Got done. Continued. Coz they are vital.

This poem(Mother Teresa’s ‘Anyway’) infuses hope that sensitive idiots may live without losing heart, and without turning into insensitive idiots.

People are often unreasonable, illogical and self-centered;
Forgive them anyway.

If you are kind, people may accuse you of selfish, ulterior motives;
Be kind anyway.

If you are successful, you will win some false friends and some true enemies;
Succeed anyway.

If you are honest and frank, people may cheat you;
Be honest and frank anyway.

What you spend years building, someone could destroy overnight;
Build anyway.

If you find serenity and happiness, they may be jealous;
Be happy anyway.

The good you do today, people will often forget tomorrow;
Do good anyway.

Give the world the best you have, and it may never be enough;
Give the world the best you've got anyway.

this is not poetry.

U have never loved me.
U have only loved the image U have had, of me.
Since the time U were young, U had dreamed that Ur dream should have certain qualities.
U found them in me and stopped your quest.
Ur image of perfection was complete.
It was so complete, that U looked for no bad qualities, and never found them.
Or they stared at Ur face, and U let go.
What U perceived, reigned supreme.
That pure, ethereal image took over U.
And U were helpless.
Like any worldly person would think in such a situation, U also thought.
And believed, to think.
And thought, to believe.
That U are in love.
With me.
That Ur heart is flowing out with praise, admiration and respect.
For me.
But no.
It was an image of mine Ur mind had taken to.
Not me.
It was a perception of mine U were in love with.
Not me.
Once that changed, all else changed.

Angels became demons.
Demons became angels.

Angels and demons.

Friends became strangers.
Strangers became friends.

Friends and strangers.

U said that I had changed.
But it was only Ur perception of me that had changed.

No.
U have never ever loved me.
U have only loved the image u have had, of me…………………….