I paint a dusky, shadowy, yet, smoothing sky
Lush green grass, waves dancing nearby
A lullaby whispered, a good night kiss,
Soft tender breeze, a solitary bliss!
In my dreams, I see myself, sailing on the sea of past
Known faces, some on the deck, some near the mast
Some I had loved, some admired, while some despised
But in that peace, all beaming a smile - undisguised!
I look for a while, pause, and contemplate-
These faces remind me old affairs of state,
I reflect on my actions, and then a thought-
They all inspire me: something I have long sought!
It brings me peace, it brings me joy
It makes me rejoice and I dance: Oh boy!
Faces I condemned: inspire, they etch a smile
Deriding eyes make me walk that extra mile!
The gentle wind blows, a white light gleams the path,
With measured steps in my new faith, I walk and bath,
The world is mine, I am the queen in full bloom:
For I have conquered the deadliest weakness: gloom!
Anyone can be an inspiration.
A nostalgic feeling, lingering around the corner of my mind since long, shows itself today , taking me back to the past: good old past.
Today, it inspires me to get back to those good old days, where I had different beliefs, some good and some stupid ones. As I have grown, I have lost touch of those beliefs, as if they never existed. But today, I had a flashback of memories, and with them, I am reminded of my old school of thoughts.
Getting back, the source of inspiration, as I said can be anyone; even a despicable person, even the person you envied or who envied you, or whom you admired or who admired you, or even a simple guy sitting and doing seemingly nothing. Inspiration, from wherever it comes, from whoever it comes, is true; for that is the result of self reflection.
Yet, I wonder - I banish this thought at the time when I need it the most, at the prime hour. But then, that is not my fault. Perhaps I descend from Karna : the brave warrior from Mahabharata, perhaps a speck of Guru Dronacharya's curse still remains active somewhere. :)
- My younger mind
Lush green grass, waves dancing nearby
A lullaby whispered, a good night kiss,
Soft tender breeze, a solitary bliss!
In my dreams, I see myself, sailing on the sea of past
Known faces, some on the deck, some near the mast
Some I had loved, some admired, while some despised
But in that peace, all beaming a smile - undisguised!
I look for a while, pause, and contemplate-
These faces remind me old affairs of state,
I reflect on my actions, and then a thought-
They all inspire me: something I have long sought!
It brings me peace, it brings me joy
It makes me rejoice and I dance: Oh boy!
Faces I condemned: inspire, they etch a smile
Deriding eyes make me walk that extra mile!
The gentle wind blows, a white light gleams the path,
With measured steps in my new faith, I walk and bath,
The world is mine, I am the queen in full bloom:
For I have conquered the deadliest weakness: gloom!
Anyone can be an inspiration.
A nostalgic feeling, lingering around the corner of my mind since long, shows itself today , taking me back to the past: good old past.
Today, it inspires me to get back to those good old days, where I had different beliefs, some good and some stupid ones. As I have grown, I have lost touch of those beliefs, as if they never existed. But today, I had a flashback of memories, and with them, I am reminded of my old school of thoughts.
Getting back, the source of inspiration, as I said can be anyone; even a despicable person, even the person you envied or who envied you, or whom you admired or who admired you, or even a simple guy sitting and doing seemingly nothing. Inspiration, from wherever it comes, from whoever it comes, is true; for that is the result of self reflection.
Yet, I wonder - I banish this thought at the time when I need it the most, at the prime hour. But then, that is not my fault. Perhaps I descend from Karna : the brave warrior from Mahabharata, perhaps a speck of Guru Dronacharya's curse still remains active somewhere. :)
- My younger mind
thats d beauty f ur mind...:-) :-)
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