When the life woven in streaks of dreams
craft patterns blending colors for tomorrow,
my memories from the past melts
along with the mist, past my faded vision.
My thoughts, like the waves that erase foot prints
never stop caressing my mind, to hold the bloom for ever.
My heart, like the reflections on dew drops
never stop following light, kindling the flare within
Like a lone child building the castle on the shore
far from the tide and the lingering wind,
hoping the night will drop its jewels over
I sit waiting in the shade left by the wise.
and ......
When I see the moon in full glory
Making mystic shadows on the flower buds eager to bloom
And the leaves start to stir the air making breeze that loom
To kiss me and hug me with its amorous wings
Slipping me in to a delusion, If I am for certain or in a dream
Making mystic shadows on the flower buds eager to bloom
And the leaves start to stir the air making breeze that loom
To kiss me and hug me with its amorous wings
Slipping me in to a delusion, If I am for certain or in a dream
Thursday, March 24, 2016
Thursday, March 3, 2016
Taking Risk Brings Opportunities
Two things I thought would never happen in my life are
Painting and Singing in public. Though I will never venture risking myself with
the latter, I attempted painting with the persuasion from my artist
Sister-in-law. I had the option to pass it or face it, but I am glad I took the
challenge. I always worried my straight lines were crooked and circles where
hardly even close to an ellipse. While I was in middle school, I could never
draw the map of India better than a cashew fruit with nut hung upside down.
Life brings opportunities; we have two choices, either shy
away or follow our guts to conquer the fear of failure. Memory is designed to
erase a thousand failures with one success, and every success follows our
footsteps pushing us to do more.
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