Creating Passion

"Life is a theatre" , I was told, "We are the performers, so stay bold. Our acts will begin and soon will end, One with many roles, will be in blend. Some will be happy, for playing free, While some sad, for standing as tree! Being always better, is only your part; Without a thought of,when to depart, Because notwithstanding who is who; Destiny decides who will be you...!" Everything became difficult to understand, As nowhere was, my own dreamland! Though not the only one, suffering here, Mummering of the prayers, I could hear. But being behind was never my style, There it felt, compromise for a while. Wishing hard for my role to change; When virtues seemed, equally strange! "Genuinely not about, who were you, May the time come, to say thankyou. But only when, theatre gets housefull, With the audience, dressed colourful, When you perform, and people clap, No more away, from fortune's lap." All I could do was again and again...

I do cherish the colours of life; but not its shades...!

"Papa you please stay with me only ...!" "No my daughter.... I believe my son must have thought something better for me." It's not always hard to trust, at times not to trust is even harder...!!!

Thought of Life? No, Taught by Life . #part1 "Sometimes no matter how hard you try, Destiny will make you cry...!! Your Destiny What is the meaning of your life? Are you living the life of your dreams? Do you believe in luck? What is your inner dialogue like? Do we create our own fate or is it already written? What does it mean to be free to make your own choices? What has life taughy you?" #part2comingsoon

Those conversations with my elders often bring a smile on my face, those days of innocence hit me like a bliss, those incomplete lisp words mean to me more than the present completed ones. Looking at an old album, embodied with the photographs of your childhood keep on enlightening. A swashbuckler that clarifies what you were and what you have become! Being hypothetical, I even wonder, what if I ever get a chance to meet the 'little me'? A time shared by me with the little me together, where I can stand as well as see myself crawling.  Amid the totally different atmosphere, I will be able to judge myself. That ‘little me’ with no maturity, no aim and no suspense; but with complete piousness, complete honesty and complete adornment. What would I say to the little me? Would I handover the list of life’s rules to be followed or gladly announce that ‘rules are meant to be broken’? Would I stop her from crying for small things or allow her to fully cry now, in order to be s...

What if the world is yours and yours is the only existence? Will you not enjoy a complete freedom? Though a complete loneliness may surround you...!