Camouflage of life

It is never perfect. Life is all about chances. Some get it, some don't. It doesn't mean that one is above other. As far as I have seen it, those who really deserve it, seldom get it. Still what you make of what you have is in your hands. But sometimes you also have to let things go. And by letting go I mean only letting go of what is not in your control. If something is still in your control, I cannot force enough, keep working for it. You have around 100 years on this Earth. And trust me, its a long time. Instead of getting bored with normal life, make it spicy with strange innovations. Anyway world is dying. In some years nobody will even exist around to recollect what was the world all about. Rules are good. And I don't think they are meant to be broken. They are meant to design and shape the dream you see with open eyes. How you use the rules is the main issue? Everything does not need to have meaning. Alot of times, its just a human's fragment of imagination.

The theory behind life is an uncomprehending one. We are all running and fighting to win the race. We even make sacrifices in the name of winning. We are all thinking about the only thing. "Success". Be it love, be it career, be it financial, be it social, name whatever you may...we are all just running for it. The only thing we don't realise is that, it is not what we are running for... It is what we are running from... When you sleep at night, do you hug all your money or fame??? I don't think so... What you do is, lie down on bed and close your eyes thinking about the good things that happened throughout the day. And believe me when I say this, that none of the memories are of the times when you had to force a laugh. It would be a moment of pure happiness... The only thread that would have genuinely made the day worth it. If you are unable to find it, then, there is no reason for you to continue to do what you have been doing so far. Life

Let my misty eyes dream. It's tired of reality.

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