Writing blog is difficult. Ideas rarely come. And if they do, words and sentence betray me. So today just a quote by 'Elizabeth Gilbert' --
"There is so much about my fate that I cannot control, but other things do fall under the jurisdiction. I can decide how I spend my time, whom I interact with, whom I share my body and life and money and energy with. I can select what I can read and eat and study. I can choose how I'm going to regard unfortunate circumstances in my life-whether I will see them as curses or opportunities. I can choose my words and the tone of voice in which I speak to others. And most of all, I can choose my thoughts."
Monday, June 6, 2011
Sunday, March 20, 2011
holi
From madhushala
एक बरस में, एक बार ही जगती होली की ज्वाला,
एक बार ही लगती बाज़ी, जलती दीपों की माला,
दुनियावालों, किन्तु, किसी दिन आ मदिरालय में देखो,
दिन को होली, रात दिवाली, रोज़ मनाती मधुशाला।
एक बरस में, एक बार ही जगती होली की ज्वाला,
एक बार ही लगती बाज़ी, जलती दीपों की माला,
दुनियावालों, किन्तु, किसी दिन आ मदिरालय में देखो,
दिन को होली, रात दिवाली, रोज़ मनाती मधुशाला।
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
Sunday, February 27, 2011
babbling
the night said go to sleep or the memories of failures will haunt u. i tried to hide myself in the sultry corner of my room. even the darkness doesnt help. from darkness cometh light. lie. white. is this a tunnel, with no end, i m crowling into. few faces appear and disappear. are they laughing, no.. they are mocking at me. how far i have to go,.. it was years ago,.. i had given the keys of my happiness to.....to whom.. i dont remember.. yawning.. i have to live with the vacuum u have created.,.. nature abhors vacuum.. so .. so what.. lust for life whispered,, move on.
Thursday, February 3, 2011
i m blissed
Peaceful life. i can feel the evening breeze on my face. today leaves falling from the trees are visible and their rustling can be heard.there is music even in the bustling of the market. i want to know the emotions behind all the faces masked by maturity. i want to think about them. do u know the reason of this blissfulness. i m not thinking of u.
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