I keep asking myself What has changed? What am I missing on? Well...Was it not the same? Maybe, A quiet touch of musings Pondering over the vast ocean of thoughts Glad that it happened, that I took the first step What could be more worse than this? Where is the charm? Cheer up, dear Don't be so hard on self Reflect on with others Know Just that Time has changed So, shall we All *** Composed by Vinit Desai ***
The song I came to sing remains unsung to this day I have spent my days in stringing and in unstringing my instrument The time has not come true, the words have not been rightly set only there is the agony of wishing in my heart I have not seen his face, nor have I listened to his voice only I have heard his gentle footsteps from the road before my house But the lamp has not been lit and I cannot ask him into my house I live in the hope of meeting with him but this meeting is not yet *** Composed by Rabindranath Tagore***
This poem is composed by Chanie Gorkin, is no ordinary poem. Read it, to know it 😉 🙂
Today was the absolute worst day ever
And don’t try to convince me that
There’s something good in every day
Because, when you take a closer look,
This world is a pretty evil place.
Some goodness does shine through once in a while
Satisfaction and happiness don’t last.
And it’s not true that
It’s all in the mind and heart
True happiness can be attained
Only if one’s surroundings are good
It’s not true that good exists
I’m sure you can agree that
It’s all beyond my control
And you’ll never in a million years hear me say
Today was a very good day
Now read it from bottom to top, the other way,
And see what I really feel about my day 🙂
कधीतरी वेडयागत वागायला हवे
उगाचच रात्रभर जागायला हवे
सुखासीन जगण्याची झाली जळमटे
जगणेच सारे पुरे झाडायला हवे…..कधीतरी वेडयागत वागायला हवे ॥१॥
गारठयात फेकुनिया शाल, कानटोपी
कधीतरी थंडीला वाजायला हवे
छोटे मोठे दिवे फुंकरीने मालवुन
कधीतरी सुर्यावर जळायला हवे…..कधीतरी वेडयागत वागायला हवे ॥२॥
भांडयावर भांडे कधी भिडायला हवे
उगाचच सखीवर चिडायला हवे
मुखातून तिच्यावर पाखडत आग
एकीकडे प्रेमगीत लिहायला हवे…..कधीतरी वेडयागत वागायला हवे ॥३॥
विळीपरी कधी एक चंद्र कोर घ्यावी
हिरवीशी स्वप्ने धारे धारेने चिरावी
कोर कोर चंद्र चंद्र हरता हरता
मनातून पुर्णबिंब तगायला हवे…..कधीतरी वेडयागत वागायला हवे ॥४॥
कधी राति लावुनिया नयनांचे दिवे
पुस्तकाला काहीतरी वाचायला द्यावे
शोधुनिया प्राणातले दुमडले पान
मग त्याने आपल्याला चाळायला हवे…..कधीतरी वेडयागत वागायला हवे ॥५॥
स्वतःला विकून काय घेशील विकत?
खरी खरी सुखे राजा मिळती फुकट
हापापून बाजारत मागशील किती?
स्वतःतच नवे काही शोधायला हवे…..कधीतरी वेडयागत वागायला हवे ॥६॥
तेच तेच पाणी आणि तिच तिच हवा
आणि तुला बदलही कशासाठी हवा?
जुनेच अजून आहे रियाजावाचून
गिळलेले आधी सारे पचायला हवे…..कधीतरी वेडयागत वागायला हवे ॥७॥
नको बघू पाठीमागे येईल कलून
कितीतरी करायचे गेले राहून
नको करू त्रागा असा उद्याच्या दारात
स्वतःलाही कधी माफ करायला हवे…..कधीतरी वेडयागत वागायला हवे ॥८॥
Oh the temple of mind… enlight the seeker with the divinity of radiance
Being empathetic and compassionate in this discourse
Does anyone procure spontaneous happiness according to lines of one’s palms?
A self-illuminating star, you are… resembling exuberance filled in the inner temple
Oh little bird, fill the wings with the dreams of tomorrow and take a high flight
Invictus means undefeated. A poem written by British poet, William Ernest Henley about how a human spirit overcomes challenges in the face of adversity. There is a movie titled Invictus(wherein, this poem is recited masterfully) that narrates the true story of how a great leader like Nelson Mandela joined forces with the captain of South Africa’s rugby team, to help unite their country and won the world cup.
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul.
Today is 1st May, Labour’s Day – an annual holiday all over India that celebrates the achievements of workers. But with AI(Artificial Intelligence), robots and machines trending in I fear Labour is put back by machines, not completely, though.
Yes! but future talks about taking it over completely. Some thoughts on the same and also when you are in need of introspection, this is the poem by Saxon White Kessinger
Sometime when you’re feeling important
Sometime when your ego’s in bloom
Sometime when you take it for granted,
You’re the best qualified in the room
Sometime when you feel that your going,
Would leave an unfillable hole,
Just follow these simple instructions
And see how they humble your soul.
Take a bucket and fill it with water,
Put your hand in it up to the wrist
Pull it out and the hole that’s remaining,
Is a measure of how much you’ll be missed.
You can splash all you wish when you enter,
You may stir up the water galore,
But stop, and you’ll find that in no time,
It looks quite the same as before.
The moral of this quaint example,
Is to do just the best that you can,
Be proud of yourself but remember,
There’s no indispensable man.
“Out of the city and over the hill,
Into the spaces where Time stands still,
Under the tall trees, touching old wood,
Taking the way where warriors once stood;
Crossing the little bridge, losing my way,
But finding a friendly place where I can stay.
Those were the days, friend, when we were strong
And strode down the road to an old marching song
When the dew on the grass was fresh every morn,
And we woke to the call of the ring-dove at dawn.
The years have gone by, and sometimes I falter,
But still I set out for a stroll or a saunter,
For the wind is as fresh as it was in my youth,
And the peach and the pear, still the sweetest of fruit,
So cast away care and come roaming with me,
Where the grass is still green and the air is still free.”
By Ruskin Bond
We swing our own swings
To and fro
Does it matter?
Less or more
and roar or adore
Anyways, we swing
Molded by experiences
Dejected by rejections
Healed by times
Anyways, we swing
Out of habit
Uncertain of how long
But certain enough
As long as our hearts beat
Composed by Vinit Desai
This is a lovely song by Cat Stevens, a British singer-songwriter. Enjoy the read
I listen to the wind, to the wind of my soul
Where I’ll end up well I think only God really knows
I’ve sat upon the setting sun
But never never never never
I never wanted water once
No never never, never
I listen to my words but they fall far below
I let my music take me where my heart wants to go
I swam upon the devil’s lake
But never never never never
I’ll never make the same mistake
No never never never…