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Chasing Big Apple Called Life And Other Random Ramblings
speaking and writing truth. But alas it’s seldom spoken and more rarely
written. It’s not a crime to expect abundant adulation for what one believes is
true talent. But then I think of it again is it selfish to feel so? Absolutely
human it’s natural for one to expect returns. A little bit of support sure
helps. I think again trying to flow along with the thoughts that emerge in my
mind. It’s simply relieving when one simply expresses thoughts just the way
they appear in one’s mind.
A lot of
people say and true in the real world you are not good enough if you don’t know
how to sell your thoughts. But I ask my soul tonight, how true is it? I hear
words, - “It’s never worth to sell ones soul for a few moments of joy. The Joy
felt is no different than finding a mirage in a hot and sunny desert.”
So now the
question is why do I write then? Why do I express these thoughts brewing deep
within my heart? I hear feeble words from within – “I’m human after all! What
good are thoughts unexpressed, what good are they when not shared?”
better to be appreciated or be criticized for words and thoughts that you
believe in. Than being spoken about for words written by you but are just words
that you don’t believe in. Words written with the mere intention to please the
masses and words written about things you believe in and loved by the masses
are two different aspects. It’s for you to choose.
many which find no words to be expressed. Many a thoughts fail to find words;
many a thoughts fail to be depicted in their true emotions.
Not just the people around, but we ourselves are at times. It’s no crime to be
heard by few souls amongst the billions who co-exist. For sure this life of
ours is mortal. All that remains is memory when we are gone.
It was yet another Friday or billions of
earthlings. May be it was a mundane day ahead for
some and exciting for others. An exciting day ahead for the ones who were certain
of the joy to be unwrapped the next day, the weekend. Well, in my case it was
the former. Blame it on being one amongst the many who work on Saturdays.
The distance between us questions possibilities, Two souls who connect yet shall stay detached, Life running along parallel tracks that shall never meet, Yet hope says they would someday be entwined. UnInhibited feelings spoken, thoughts exchanged, Unassuming how the world would read them, Prejudices can't be fought, let free thoughts sail, It's a battle less spoken, but I know many shall be fought. Feelings expressed in words for many are view points, Sometimes misunderstood, unacceptable for few. Thoughts expressed are sometimes song of a bleeding heart, These emotions maybe shunned by many as no art. Questioned and unacceptable orphan thoughts, Wish to die accepted, but denied and stay detest. Don't let yourself be consumed by the opinions of others, Your soul deserves a sweet song, let it be one about it's zest.
The other day in midst of a long tiring journey from the airport I zoned out in thoughts, looking outside the window. What was I thinking? I was trying to fathom as to what's the single most element distinguishing mediocrity from excellence.
A lot of us have this beautiful idea in our mind to be achievers of some sort. Each individual has their own definition of excellence. All of it leading to creating a happy space in our minds. But these remain mere ideas and definitions in our head.
We have a lot of clutter occupying our minds. Some of it even includes being less appreciative of others success. Being too bothered about right and wrong of others choices. A bunch of useless thoughts which in no way are going to be helping us in our pursuit of happiness. When we are done with all the wining about the world and people in it, we get on with our mediocre life.
We seem to believe that there is solace in the cocoon of mediocrity.
"There are no easy ways, no escapes, Yet we wish s…