Camouflage of life

The world is a big place for a single human being. Imagine a world with only you in it in all its vastness and grandeur. What would you do if it is your day 1 today, and exactly 100 years later you are supposed to leave it. You might not come up with many ideas. It's creepy when you have to live alone. Now remember all those people who are leading it or have led it in some way or the other. Only when you step in their shoes will you know that it's not an easy job. Yet somehow they are doing a pretty great job. I have known people living in their own fantasy world where they are changing anything and everything about themselves and their surrounding. But I have known fewer of them to have taken any actions to do so in real life. I have seen even fewer to have been successful in their endeavour. What is sad is people with great abilities taking a sideline and stepping back. When these guys do not take any action, those with lesser abilities but greater confidence take ov

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.