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
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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
The favourite drink
Rum or Vodkaor maybe some whiskey a combination sometime whatever seems risky choice is irrelevant of the favoured spiritinsobriety is the destination with whatever means that’s legit but it is not in the elixir there lies the funit is in the armsof the only one
My worn out Shoes
My worn out shoesholds many memoriesEmbedded and buriedDeep within its weary sole Witness and participantIn those resolute and thoughtful stepsOf the many tough treksAnd some easy strolls Scrapping the groundRaising the dustTo propel me forwardto play my rightful role It lays tatteredWounded and batteredWith Splayed stitchesAnd some ghastly holes Yet comfortableIn a neat fitMoulding andContinue reading “My worn out Shoes”
Break the law
Have you ever broken the law and didn’t get caught, if so how? The law unwrittenwas brokenwho would catchthe culprit who would judgethe crimewho would makethe distinction of the right from the wrong
Let me dream
If there was a biography about you, what would the title be? Story of myselfwhere would it starthow would it sift the realfrom the dream and which onewould it narratethe real or the dreamand how will it knowthe difference maybe the title would readI am wake – let me dream
My Tales Within 