The home and the world

  Some times when you have a few moments to yourself, and you have the good sense of reflecting upon your actions and reactions, of the times that went by, one realises that everything around you seems happy and beautiful when your mood is such and when you tend to be in a gloomy frame of mind, the mind is inclined to noticing all the wretchedness in the world around you, thus missing all the elements of goodness around you. Of course, one can’t help it, as its human nature to behave thus. But if only, we all, by choice, always try to be cheerful in the mind, no matter what the situation is, we would be spared of so much pain that we inflict upon ourselves as a result of concentrating only on the unpleasantness in life. Hence,  I PRAY TO GOD TO.... Let the weather in my heart be always, cool and pleasant, no matter what, So that it forever finds the weather outside, warm and beautiful, no matter what!   J

Its said that when the going gets tough, the tough get going! I would like to add further to it that the toughest are those who don't get complacent in easier times.

Me and my schoolmates!   A decade of togetherness, then the flock dispersed, in directions… north, south, east n west. A decade another passed by, As some settled in life for good, Some chose to be alone n aloof. I too wondered about all the lot, where they went and what they sought. It was but a feeling so sacred, To feel part of the flock that was. Then came the magic wand, of a site on the net… called facebook. It returned me, to the good old days I spent, in a tiny world called ‘SCHOOL’ And here I met my schoolmates, oh so many! It brought me close to myself more than others, because I found this stream of innocence, within the depths of my conscience. The stream, it lay there all these years, deep below the layers of indifference and worldliness that became part of me as I made my way ahead in life. These blessed souls that were once upon a time, thrown together in a world called school, they all shared a common wrap, of times spend together while g

The sky in my mind is so broad n wide, the dreams come to me in a tide. The colors have hues oh so many bright, yet why do they appear sometimes black... sometimes white? The sail of my ship, though of rough cloth it is, will take me around the storms and beyond the waves, I believe! The space, my space I look for around, to lay my anchor and rest on the ground. Will the ports just keep coming by and will the merchants keep asking for? The sun has travelled past the noon, dusk is appearing with the moon. Hope to spot the northern star which will set my ship on the right path!