I stand, at a cross-road, again

I stand, at a cross-road, again. 

One way is of visible satisfaction to all and happiness as well. The other is of desire - burning, agitated, hurt and potentially dangerous to my very countenance, if left unfulfilled. 

In all this, I realize, the path that I choose today, will have to merge with the other...as I move ahead, But time, I must bide...for it is not my time today. 

Simply put,what I aim to share with you is this - 

Tomorrow, is but an illusion. All we have is Today. And Today ends in another Today, not Tomorrow. 

So, Today is when we do, what we want to do. 

But, I guess, you already knew this.



p.s. do not fret over my babbling....and worry of my mind...it is in the right state; just trying to unwind. :)

A Strife of Mind and the Heart...

Wisdom makes life tolerable

But then a life

That is no more than endurable

Is merely a strife

Of mind and the heart

Is simply a survival

Albeit with the pain

Which lingers and goes nowhere

My thoughts...My Quotes...My Beliefs

Complications in life are nothing but conflicts between the mind and the heart.


Don't do Nothing, Do Something.

Honesty is weak and feeble, probably the reason why it is always pushed around and seldom respected. 

                             - by Vikas Sharan

A Story...

Chapter 1

He followed the lady as she left the bar….out on the streets, in the dark, deep in alleys further darkened by the greed of mankind and the urge to be animal. The alleys were the ones which were strictly forbidden when he was a kid….these were the alleys of shame. As he grew, he wasn't sure, losing the conviction over the knowledge which had been passed onto him from his parents. What replaced it were the stories he had heard from friends who swore it to be no less than paradise, if there ever was any.

Today seemed like his chance. He was good with talking, having inherited it from his father who was a salesman, and a very good one it seems coz all the ladies in the area where he lived, smiled differently at him. However, his foray into the learnings of life was pretty limited, till then.

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to be continued...

Not Without You

For My Wife

If I could write poetry

I would write to you

If I could sing a song

I would sing it to you

I would make them beautiful

And they would all be true

I would write of love

And how it is you
And then...

I would sing of life

And how it is...
Not, without you

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Words......

Words; an ensemble of differently arranged alphabets……come together to mean what you want to say…..and even that you don’t want to say…….thoughts, desire, demands, requests, pleas, orders and feelings; words say all……words……my best friend……my worst enemy….have won me admirers aplenty….and I have hurt friends as well……words…………..well, if only I could be more careful with you……………