Camouflage of life

Let the dream breath for life. Let the dream take a pause. It might be tired of running around In search of that fairyland. "Oh! I see it, its gone again" is the only thing now she knows Let the dream breath for life It might be tired of the snow. Never understanding own's existence She is chasing what she is told to chase "Was I to be a built up desire Or a need of the lonely hare." "I thought I was born to be A little girl's charming prince I thought I will be a sailor's way home That, the little child dreams" "I am but tired and sad I am nothing but an old soul's flare It extinguishes a little daily Still it dreams to live" This life is a web of desires We have named them dreams. By: Stuti Sharma

He opened his eyes to the world around. It had many things good and bad. He chose to see the good parts as the good parts were good to the eyes. He never saw what was unpleasant to his eyes cos' the mere sight will give him creeps. He turned his head to the pretty lies cos the ugly truth looked unkind to him. Chasing the pretty lies he lost his way and turning around the way back was not right. He thought he was destined to be with the beauty around only didn't know that he had no clue where the good lied. He reached a place that was a fairyland and all things in it were white. They all smiled and giggled and pointed at him. He thought that they see and they like. It took him a while to realised that it was not for him that they smiled. Their world was fair and he was a foreigner so they knew he was not their right. It was not for him but on him that they laughed and were not giggling but sniggering at his might. He felt small and rejected and wanted to go back to the place wh

The world was ending as I saw it. The time had finally elapsed. Looking back I had so much to tell and so much to listen but it was all in the past now. Right now I want to hang on  to what I have got. The slipping sands of time which are loosing themselves in the whirlwind that has surrounded us all are promising only one thing..." Never to return". So I say run, hold it because IT IS precious. Do it cause like it or not...it WILL end. And when it ends, that which remains, will not include you. You will be long gone with unattended matters which would be rotting in their shelves awaiting their fate that will never see their future. After all...its just a matter of time.

When GOD was writing the book of your life, he was so engrossed in the twists and turns that he did not even know when the chapters came to an end. Like a writer looking for inspiration he searched all the valleys to find the right plot and characters. When he finally found it, he was amazed by his own creation. It was not making sense initially but as the story started to unfold, the plot became thicker and everything started to make sense. The writer has all the idea and power to turn the story the way they want. The characters, in this case you, has no clue about what follows next. Only looking back will we know what it all meant. Some of the greatest visionaries had no clue about what they would do in the future to change the world as they did. But here we are witnessing all of the greatest achievements taking place everyday. So the story is already written? So should we do anything about it or just go with what comes next? To tell you the truth, I have no idea! With an ev

The era is changing. The times are changing. You can feel it in your bones. World is getting smaller everyday. Nothing is hidden anymore. Nothing is extraordinary anymore. The mere possibility of anything is not only acknowledged but accepted. The strange is the new cool today and the known is becoming is history. Slowly we are entering a new phase where hanging on to our roots is not only important but imperative. It will be a roller coaster ride and you might even get thrown away. After all collateral damage is only obvious. I am asking you to stop. Take a pause and think. Look around. You will find everything vacant. There is no vibration anymore. Its absent because you are getting consumed in it. You are becoming a part of it. And when it all stops, you might even loose it. The world is embracing the strange things because the answer lies in them. A hut in the lonely mountain, a man with magic tricks, a priest who can fly are only a start. Without even knowing it we are becoming

The most useful tool for a human is it's brain. The level of intelligence that a brain acquires from early age till it fully matures decides the aptitude of a person. People happen to be from various spheres of life. They learn similar yet different things throughout their life because each and everyone of us perceives life in a different way. There is a reason why Vedas, Mahabharata, Ramayana and Bhagvata Gita were written. They provide with the most basic etiquettes required by a human in order keep the harmony and balance in this world. But as we move forward, we forget our roots. We don't live our lives but endure it. And as a result we spread on the same thing to others. Our disappointments, failures, jealousies, opinions and a constant need to satisfy the so called human ego.  Its natural that in this long journey of life we have and will meet alot of people. These people will not affect our life in any manner if we don't let them to. If observed closely we will

The fire was born to free earth of its sins. The earth burnt for years to make herself worthy of life. When she finally became worthy it rained floods to give her peace and comfort. Wind gave her breath and thus the chain of an amazing creation started. In her long span of life she saw everything. Various creation of life, their end and birth of a new species all over again. Then came a species which thought it could dominate the earth and become her king. Like a virus it tried to take over her natural functions and thus started a fight for existence. A fight between nature and humanity. In its short span of life human killed so much of Earth that no amount of fire,water and wind was sufficient to free earth of its disease. In turn she became ill and now is bedridden. She is slowly awaiting its death that is now inevitable. With wrinkles of tiresome on her face, she has now given up hope. She now only vomits and shivers and whole of the living species can feel her tremors. No wonder w