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I was sitting under the maple tree
Watching the sun slowly rising
Its golden shine was brighter
That dawn was unusual!
I saw the flock of white birds
Flying and disappearing in the deep sky.
Suddenly,
Someone whispered my name from behind
I turned back and saw an angel
His smile filled my heart
I think, he was a divine part
My angel, so kind and sweet
Never had I had such pleasure to meet
Calmer than breeze, deeper than sea
He made me better than me!
And the same day when sun started sinking away
It was the day when my angel flew away!
I am free…
Free as a bird
Free from all prisons
Just as free as I was before
I don’t need to ask questions to myself
And no need to seek for answers inside
Smile has just patched up with me
‘n joy will friend me again, soon!
I've created a small world,
My own word where stays -
My dreams and hopes, deeper in my mind
My tunes and songs, sole of their kind
My thoughts and feelings, like an eternal stream
My moods and smiles, always make me gleam
The world where I can always be me
The world where I've discovered new me!
In the past
In my own path
In some weird twists and turns
I made few mistakes!
Some I confessed,
Some taught
And some I didn't even recognize!
But now I’m making one more mistake
To forget the lessons I learned
If tomorrow comes,
I’ll carry those mistakes along
Just as reminders….
Today we had Marketing class! Interesting one. Apart from many concepts related to the subject, one thing made me thinking a little more: Law of Diminishing Marginal Utility. In a simple term, if the person consumes or uses something again and again, each time there is a decline in interest from that particular thing. We have given so much lavishness to our life that the thing which was thrilling us once, today it no more excites us. We have closed many options of happiness by making them the part of our routine! We all have a box...A box of desires! Peculiar thing about it is it never gets empty. Once we fulfill one, another one pops up! The number in the box increases everyday we grow up. Sometimes one desire gets fulfilled and another starts itching. Do we really give enough time to celebrate the last victory which we were dying to achieve? We spend months or years behind that yearning but pass only few hours or days in satisfaction of its accomplishment and run after a new crave! Strange but true!
I took the brush in my hand to paint some colors of happiness
But the brush was already filled with the dark color of soreness
To spread it on the canvas, I took a little pink
But the picture was screwed by the past grey ink
I washed the brush with the water of last tears
N repainted the canvas with two white layers
Now the strokes of colors look so live and bright
They have hidden the shades of the darkest night
I’d make sure, palette of sorrow doesn’t touch my brush again
N I’ll fill my canvas with the shades of happiness again and again!
Roar of thunders disturbed me last night
But today’s rays have made the morning bright
It seems like I missed the first rain
Few droplets I found on my windowpane
Grass is greener, brown soil has turned red
Air is damp and clouds are making shed
Cool wind is blowing softer than a sigh
When’ll you melt again...I’m looking at the sky!
