Purpose

July 3, 2012 § 1 Comment

There are a lot of us out there who are doing what we are doing as an option. Having run short of effective ways to utilize this precious time of ours, we compromise on our hard imagined dreams and freedom and give in to the first thing that we come across.

You know when exactly does this happen when you are bored of having fun. when you are tried of facing the consequences of being too free all the time. when you run short of ideas to pass your time, after a point of time. this cycle goes on. you take a thing to keep you busy. get fed up. leave it. be free. get fed up of being free n so take on a new thing. it goes on.

But between all this confusion, there will come a day, a moment when it’ll finally finally hit you, that “yes! This is exactly what i wished I would have have done all my life n this is what that thing is that keeps me happy.”

and in that moment you will find a purpose to this life. 🙂

“You can’t connect the dots looking forward; you can only connect them looking backwards. So you have to trust that the dots will somehow connect in your future. You have to trust in something — your gut, destiny, life, karma, whatever. This approach has never let me down, and it has made all the difference in my life.” [Stanford commencement speech, June 2005]- Steve Jobs

Free at your own will

February 28, 2012 § Leave a comment

free

“Not everyone that changes, loses themselves in the process. Some find themselves”

The book of memory

December 12, 2011 § Leave a comment

I open the book of memory that we wrote those days.
I see the pictures unfold.
A tear unrolls down my cheek as I walk the same roads alone.
I don’t know what good will I get, I don’t know what shore. But I gotta tell you this today, that each day I love you more.

And yet I know how hard it is, for the meeting to be. For, far you have gone away that you don’t even want to see me. There is so much glitter in your eyes, that you miss my misery. You fail to notice my forgiveness, as you figure out what your future prospects will be.

I am left here facing the same traffic that we once crossed together. Your memory creeping to torture my soul, whispering your absence now and hereafter.
I cry alone, to set your thoughts free.

Where Am I?

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