This is life As others say Living in present And forgetting the past And waiting for the future
But if past makes life What is present about? Is it all about learning from past mistakes? Or start with 'new' everyday
Today's present will become past tomorrow Then why to live the present? As i dwell through this mystery of life
I write, Live every moment with joy With love Enjoy every second with zeal As these moments will become memories This will give joy in present Make past look beautiful And give life new meaning in future
So as I end
I think of my past Live the present And wait for the future To come fast
Life is a journey for me A journey of happiness and sorrows A journey of beautiful moments A journey of painful mishaps
My journey i feel has no ending It has a horizon Which I try to vision
A vision unknown A vision I search A vision I adore
Why is life a mystery? A mystery always unsolved A mystery never to be unfold A mystery of unforgettable events
Hey life, This ode is for you Show me light That can lead me to that horizon The horizon of hopes, happiness Love, hate, faith, sorrow, pain As I want to end this journey The beautiful journey called life...
Aye dil hai mushkil jeena yahan Zara hat ke zara bach ke, yeh hai Bombay meri jaan
When this song was a hit in 1956 who thought after 52 years, these words will hold some other meaning. Bombay a.k.a Mumbai, the financial capital of India and the karmabhoomi for thousands and thousands of people is succumbed in the hands of the modern lucifers.Everybody is aware of the aftermath.As always politicians are again busy playing the dirty blame game. But India is seeing a new dawn....a renaissance...an awakening...a revolution.People joining hands and ready to fight the devils...The stereotypical belief that India is a leader-driven land is fading away...every individual is taking its own initiative to save our beautiful nation. The quotes by Bhagat Singh at the time of India's freedom struggle- Sarfaroshi Ki Tamanna Ab Hamare Dil Mein Hai Dekhna Hai Zor Kitna Baajuen Qaatil Mein Hai Dekh Sakta Hai To Bhi Dekh Le Aye Aasmaan Hausla Yeh Dekh Ke Qaatil Badi Mushkil Mein Hai
These lines are again being chanted by every Indian. Terrorism and its followers will not be spared by anybody.We will fight...we will stand together against all odds.We are not Hindu,Muslim,Sikh or Christian, but a nation...a powerful force of a billion people who can bring the change and will bring the change even if it takes a century of long struggle...
Its always difficult for me to describe myself.I have mutating moods. Sometimes serious, some times funny; sometimes thoughtful, sometimes careless; mostly calm, at times irritated; some days happy, some days low.
Sometimes a writer, other times a reader.
" Books and reality and art are the same kind of thing to me."
- Vincent Van Gogh
"In the name of God, the compassionate, the Merciful
Here lies Saadat Hasan Manto and with him lie buried all the secrets and mysteries of the art of short-story writing...Under tons of earth lies, still wondering who among the two is greater short-story writer:God or He."
- His own epitaph, Saadat Hasan Manto
" A beautiful thing deteriorates; an ugly thing stays more or less the same."
- Zohra Sehgal
The search for fresh carrots, small bureaucratic victories, wandering if it's going to rain, and allowing, even if briefly, the thought of new underwear to lift your soul.
It's enough to fill the kind of book that life is too short to read.
My heart beat fast or did not beat at all;
I could not say all that I thought and thought
Till words deserted me. I loved too abstractly.
I dreaded how all there was to give was me-
Like water, this biography. I unravelled far too easily.
Then fled to selfish deserts and slept on the hard rocks.
I couldn't make what others made and broke and broke
and made, that sweet choreography. I went alone
And missed the world continually. I misread smiles
I stuttered before open arms, but times passed too fast
for dissappointments imprint on the glass of memory
I sought the future even when the blood swirled now.
I let the past decide too greedily. I kept searching out.
The window, I tried to say half-hidden by the light.
Frida Kahlo Self Portrait
"I paint self-portraits because I am so often alone, because I am the person I know best."