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FeaRLeSS

It is easier to live with your fears, than to fight them… But the real life is all about, trailing them away… A fascinating life bids for dreaming big And to chase that dream hard… Even if it takes to keep , all that you have at stake, You should not hesitate… It is easier to take a snag free path, than an arduous one… But the real life is all about, taking up a road never chosen… A fascinating life bids for contriving, a new key to each lock,   you encounter while moving on… It is easier to close your eyes, And pretend that everything is alright… But the real life is all about, Giving a hard eye to every hitch, hovering around... A fascinating life bids for satisfying, Every single spark igniting In your mind... B y giving it whatever it takes to define yourself, A definition which has some meaning... Some meaning for you ,some meaning for others… It easier to live with your fears, than to fight them... But real life is all about trailing them away…

bEatS fOr ThE SamE REasON

There is a part of our heart, a part that beats for  the same reason Deep down there lies a part of us, a part that has  same desire… a desire to love some one and to be loved back…  same dream a dream to make one’s parents’ the happiest People on Earth… same fear a fear of losing a relationship to a, misunderstanding…  same ambition an ambition to bring about a change, a change that may count for one and for all… Deep down there is always a confluence of different feelings… feelings of joy… of sorrow… of bewilderment… of trust… of betrayal… There is a part of our heart A part that beats for  the same reason…

wHo cAn sAY...

Talks are cheap but life’s not. Life is precious and worthy, it must be respected and loved as who can say that the coming moment will be the one which is going to change it all, the pain of losing a loved one is tender. When the newspaper speaks of the death tolls in a terrorist attack or a bus accident or a young boy losing it all in an accident, for a moment it seems how unpredictable this life is, how an instant changes it all and all doors to meet the person who defined your existence once are closed and you are left with a lot of talking moments and so many flash backs. How strange it appears that we plan so much about our future, how the things will be when we turn 25, when the strange truth is that we can’t even predict about tomorrow and this is the point which presents the fact that everything around is just a delusion. We lead a life where everything is ours yet we own nothing.  These lines correctly portrays it all “who can say where the road goes, where the day flows”

LiFe NEXT DOOR

There is a life waiting   Next door … A life where today's live class room drama, Will transform into tomorrow’s mind’s eye… A life where today's regular faces,  will become tomorrow’s rare ones… And there is this life, bidding good bye  at My door … A life where I painted my canvas with different colors… A life which will be leaving me, with several talking moments, to cherish with forever… A life where numerous  words are going to be left unsaid... And lots of feelings bound… A life which began with, a few dreams... A life which will be concluding, with a few realities… There is a life waiting Next door … And there is this life Bidding good bye at My door