Balance

I had a choice,
To dwell in the past or dream of the future,
I stayed in the present, pain or pleasure.

I had a choice,
To show my anger or slip into suffering ,
I remained calm, for truth and meaning.

I had a choice,
To pursue with passion or dismiss in dislike,
Detached, I was, resonance or difference.

I had a choice,
To adore the glory or embrace ignominy,
I stayed intact, in fortune and misery,

I had a choice,
To impose my will or submit to fate,
Harder, I worked, and welcomed the result,

I had a choice,
To demand from life or enjoy it's gifts,
I tried my best, to maintain a balance.

And now I wonder,
If I did make a choice, one or the other,
would life have been worse or would've been better ?
There rings a bell, in my mind's corner,
It doesn't matter if it's one end or another,
all this flutter is to settle in the center !

The celebration of being alive

Where've you been, my friend, Where've you been ?

All the time while
Intellect overlayed purity, and reason pervaded everything,
Discretion polluted sympathy, and Image shadowed the true being,

All the time while
Logic diluted truth, and ambition took over the joy of life,
vanity replaced pride, and caution limited your faith and belief,

All the time while,
Smiles got shallower and concerns got wider,
bliss became a goal, and a state of mind, no more !

It's not too late, my friend, and it's never late..
To stare at the sky, the stars,the rain and the beautiful world,
To smile from the heart and to try being kind,

It's not too late, my friend, and it's never late..
To live this moment, to like the past and to hope for the best,
To try with your might and to enjoy the quest.

It's not too late, my friend, and it's never late..
To Join our hands, and to laugh, childlike
In the celebration, of being alive !

Ray of Hope

Trying to bring a bit of positivity in this blog !

There are moments in life, I know,
which lit your face aglow,
now what makes your spirits so low ,
does everything real seem a shadow ?

Life's not a passing stream,
nor is it a beautiful dream.
Life is an ocean, life is a motion...
unguided in it's own fashion.

Failure is a wave which swallows you
and Success is a wave which carries you
One decides you be happy
and the other makes you sorry.

Come on,
Work like a Master, not like a slave
and face every rising wave..

Holy Smoke

I know, I enjoyed your company..
In happiness,booze, frustration and satisfaction..
In Chicago,Vegas, London and LA,
In cold, heat,rain and snow........
In parties,gatherings, solitude and seclusion, and
In Idleness,activity,stress and relief.
But here I'm..
with some contemplation,concern,confusion and resolution,
bidding you good bye for now, O HOLY SMOKE !

Logging in.. just to prove that this blog is mine!