Happiness

How can one be truly happy? One can be truly happy with a life that

is made up of dreams one has envisioned , one believes in and one

strives to fulfil with one's mid, body and soul. One can be truly happy

if one follows the dream without blindly accepting and giving into the

hurdles the world presents, forces upon us, consciously or

unconsciously, actively or passively, directly or indirectly, openly or

secretively. One can be truly happy if one has experienced the

exhilaration of fighting till the end despite all hardships, without ever

giving up and and then coming out of the other end, bruised but not

broken, tired but not exhausted. For its very easy to accept the

overwhelming will of the world but true fulfillment comes from within.

From realising, chasing dreams we have seen for ourselves and not

the ones the world forces upon us. Every single day I meet people

with goals rather than dreams, people who are content rather than

happy. Life is not really whats under the shade of safety we strive

to create for ourselves, but its really under the glory of sunshine,

its really under the starry nights. I hope and pray you are on this

path of happiness too.

Broken

Lying on the floor, the million broken pieces of glass, glistening with tears but sparkling like diamonds, are the remains of something precious. The room is dark and strange. Misty fog descends to fill the air. Its no point trying to pick the pieces up for like any piece of broken glass, they can only hurt and make someone bleed. Just walk away. Just look away. For it slipped from my hands. The glass full of broken dreams.

Shadows and Regrets

I'm back, back in town, and everything has changed.
I feel, feel let down, the faces stay the same.
I see, see shadows, of who we used to be.
When I drive, drive so slow, through this memory.

When we were only kids, and we were best of friends,
and we hoped for the best, and let go of the rest.

I heard, heard myself say things I take back.
If I could, could re-tell and make these stories last.
I see, see shadows of who we'll always be.
When I drive, drive these roads that made our memories.

When we were only kids, and we were best of friends,
and we hoped for the best, and let go of the rest.

The shadows and regrets, let go of the rest.

Everything has changed,
the faces stay the same

When we were only kids, and our time couldn't end,
and how tall did we stand, with the world in our hands.

And we were only kids, and we were best of friends,
and we hoped for the best, and let go of the rest.

The shadows and regrets, let go of the rest.
The shadows and regrets, let go of the rest.

Lightning Crashes

Not until we are faced by the infinite pain of someone close to us, do we realize the insignificance of our own sufferings. The muted cries, the frozen tears and a childhood lost forever. Where do we turn, when we have no words or comforting touch to offer. What do our lost dreams stand for in front of someone's lost reality.This is the story of vivid memories and fading dreams.

The Struggle Within

But there is suffering in life, and there are defeats. No one can avoid them. But it's better to lose some of the battles in the struggles for your dreams than to be defeated without ever knowing what you're fighting for.

Flashback

Someday your life will flashback in front of your eyes.Make sure it worth watching.

We have one life which we live in our very own,unique way.This unique way, the path as many would call it is a result of who we are,our environment, our experiences and how we choose to let them affect us. But years later what would we remember of this life of ours just in case it decides to flashback in front of our eyes? Like any flashback, it will not be about reasons, paths, and how we got where we did.
It will be about moments. It will be about experiences most vivid left behind in our sub conscious. It will be about pictures that left behind an imprint. It will be about moments that took our breath away. How many such moments can you recall if asked to? How often are people at loss to remember such moments. How many of those moments have you had that never fail to bring a smile to your face?
Sometimes we lose ourselves in the cobweb rules that we built ourselves or the world built around us. How often do we get blinded by these prizes the society has to offer us. These accolades and glories, we chase all our lives. But would you rather exchange them for a moments view of the rising sun over the Alps. Or for the first seconds spent under the clear, blue ocean. For the rush of jumping off a plane with a parachute. For standing under a waterfall. For letting the white, warm sand slip through your fingers on an unexplored beach.
There is only one life we have got. And the experiences this world has got to offer us are infinite. I guess I would rather go about my life collecting these moments than have any of the worldly glories bestowed upon me.

Existence is conceptual. Living is real.

You, Me and One Dance

Me: Dance?
You: I should go.
Me: I remember once when I was young, and I was coming back from some place, a movie or something. I was on the subway and there was a girl sitting across from me and she was wearing this dress that was buttoned queer up right to here, she was the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. And I was shy then, so when she would look at me I would look away, then afterwards when I would look back she would look away. Then I got to where I was gonna get off, and got off, the doors closed, and as the train was pulling away she looked right at me and gave me the most incredible smile. It was awful, I wanted to tear the doors open. And I went back every night, same time, for two weeks, but she never showed up. That was 30 years ago and I don't think that there's a day that goes by that I don't think about her, I don't want that to happen again. Just one dance?