Thought, the entity man cannot live without. Be it a memory, an imagination, they are a part of us. The thought belongs to the one who thinks... no one can make someone emerge a thought...Our thoughts are our own possessions, our own teachings and wisdom. A treasure safe in our minds. As long as man lives.... the thought lives. Have we ever asked who is the thinker!
Thursday, July 10, 2008
What is life...?
How would you describe life as?
what figure of speech would you ascribe it to?.
A noun, the subject for a man's existence!
The verb...the art of living!
Or An adverb that adds colourful meaning to the existence,
Is it the conjunction of thoughts, moments, smile, sorrows that are liven,
An exclamation, for all the mystic wonders that unveil only once you live them!
A four-letter word that holds the secrets of past, present and future.,
A simple question...... with vivid answers
yet non explaining better than the question itself...,
Life is simply Life..,
Live it, love it till it lasts
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“Life is full of beauty. Notice it. Notice the bumble bee, the small child, and the smiling faces. Smell the rain, and feel the wind. Live your life to the fullest potential, and fight for your dreams.”
Ashley Smith quotes
What a strange thing it is,
What a strange experience!
What a strange setting it is,
What a strange ambience!
As luvly as an opening flower bud.
yet at times a lonely moon,
Some may call it a wonderful bane,
but I prefer it, a tragic boon..
Sometimes a path less travelled by,
sometimes a journey up the hill,
Sometimes a blurr of motion fast,
sometimes, a view standstill..
A platter of joy and happiness today,
a drink of gall tomorrow,
Sweets served with love and friendship,
And solitude spiced with sorrow..
What goes around does come back,
so the saying goes,
The same sun sets and rises each time,
through each mountain high and lows..
The mind forges e nexus, dreamy,
the body ruins it all,
A price so large the poor heart pays,
for a fault magnanimously small..
What profits can one understand,
the merits of standing by,
One hardly starts with renewed vigour,
but alas! How time can fly!
Of Faith, of Hope, of The Divine Spirit,
many a souls have searched,
Dangerous though may be the depths of thruth,
many into it have lurched..
Ofcourse, its hard to understand!
Certainly, its hard to be balled!!
But whatever it is, THIS is it!
"LIFE" is what it is called..!!!!
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