if there was a wordthat describedwho I am it would arisefrom the abyssthat I am the unheard shoutthat, what will echois the one, I am the grossand the shadowthe light, I am whispering windthe cool breezethe fragrance, I am in the worldI have become dirty otherwise, pure I am A word that meansa word thatContinue reading “the word that describes me”
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Finding a way to Lose
Whenhave I found myselfto loseme? Which mewould I findtherewhere I findmyself? and when I findmyselfwould there bejoy? or in losingmyself would there be the greatestjoy? Where is your joy? In finding or Losing?
Are you superstitious?
The right step first or should it be the leftwhich one would be right?which place I am headed hope that’s rightbecause that’s all that mattersif the destination is noble the steps will be auspiciousrestis superstitious
Shopping spree for Happiness
If I were to shopon a spreeWhere would I goand what would it be? would I search for thingson sale or those for freeor in the wonderful thingsI feel, hear and see In the blue skieswhere I can fly freeIn the happy swingson the old shady tree A puff of smoke A sip of coffeeaContinue reading “Shopping spree for Happiness”
Learnt nothing
Learntthe value of relationshipthe power of a hugthe worth of a momentthe joy of givingthe happiness in small thingsthe ignorancethe knowingand that yet nothing is learnt
Opening sentence
And he still searched for himself
The three things
What are three objects you couldn’t live without? Foodwatershelter Friendsrelationsfun LoveFamilyHugs worlddreamsme
Do I love my Job?
A life to liveA job to doto find a purposeand meaning too In that durationin between the twoof the beginning and the endI am glad I have a job to do I love my job I love what I dofor i am the instrumentof the divine in me and you
The golden onion #99wordstory
The eyes filled to the brim. The tears welled over. They were held back for long. She was preparing yet another ungrateful meal. Bruise on her arm hurt her less than the aching heart. The bruise she knew would heal. But the tear in heart would stay sore. She picked the onion, the golden one.Continue reading “The golden onion #99wordstory”
If I could be someone else
If I could be someone elsewho would that bewill there be flawsor would it be the idealthe perfect one, immaculate or with blemishes and scarswhat would I preferI do wonderI think and realiseI would prefer the one who triesnot for the daybut forever always
My Tales Within 