Minds Eye Of Life

Photo Credit: www.facebook.com/Biplab-Mahato-Photography It sure doesn’t matter to me how long it’s been since I last posted my thoughts on my blog. What sure incites my soul is that I am attempting to find my way back to doing what I like doing the most –“Writing cause I love to.” I am not sure if it’s a moonless night or starli t sky outside. Well either ways beauty exists in both. Such is life too, if you have the right attitude you can enjoy it even in the darkest hour as much as you enjoy it during your life’s happiest moments. Walking back home each day I meet a florist. Well she is not the one who owns an air conditioned store with fancy packaging service. She is just another ordinary woman trying to earn her living, weaving the flowers together on the street side. A complete stranger to me, yet when I pass by her we exchange smile. Her smile reflects satisfaction. Satisfaction, that she is enjoying her petty job more than that of the man who stops his swa...

Photo Credit -  Image: jannoon028 / FreeDigitalPhotos.net One moment you have it all,   The next moment it’s all gone. Like slipping sand in your palm, It’s all gone in the blink of an eye.

It’s not your fault that you had to go away, You never promised you will be here forever. I look back at the days gone by, Smiling as the glimpses of past cross my mind

Photo Credit:  Image: markuso / FreeDigitalPhotos.net A new found love somewhere within, Whispers words of sweet feelings. As sun makes way for moon tonight, Tiny heart says everything will be alright.

I’m just a child, let me be one, I want to fight and cry, I want to love and smile, I’m just a child, let me be one. As days go by, years roll on, And you begin to wonder where are good days gone. The innocence is lost, so is the smile, All you pray for is to be happy, just for a while. You begin to miss the care, miss the love, You are not alone, Yet you feel lonely in midst of a crowd, Pause for a moment in silence, Can you hear child within talk to you, I’m just a child, let me be one, I want to fight and cry, I want to love and smile, I’m just a child, let me be one.

“Sundays come Sundays go, Signalling the end of the weekend Pessimists sulks in the agony of Monday blue An optimist rejoices, sinks deep and enjoys the Sunday” Sunday the 07 December 2009 was indeed a day I had not foreseen to have fun, but boy what a Sunday it turned out to be. My Sundays are usually the same, no different from the previous ones. But the last few weeks I had sensed within me certain welcome changes from within. Yet I had not planned anything different for this Sunday of mine.  I was casually sitting on my bed, post breakfast reading the Sunday Times. A phone call from a close friend changed it all. He gave me an hour to get ready and reach his place, for what awaited me after reaching there, the events I became part of subsequently changed the way my Sundays usually are. Well before I proceed further let me tell you all, I don’t propose that my Sunday was better than anyone else’s in the world. But to me it was special because I found myself being genuinely happy and...