Have I made a decision
Not to change?
And I have got many problems
With a range
So why don’t I just change myself
And what do I panic for
Why don’t I spread my arms to fly
A caterpillar, being a butterfly
Doesn’t change who I’m
Doesn’t change from where I came
To be different from the rest
To be better than the best
From dead to being alive
End to origin I arrive
Being I can’t to being I can
Being a child to being a man
Inevitable, dramatical the way change has been
Astonishing, adventurous it always promises to be
It will change my nature and it will happen too soon
Then I’ll be back, back with a boom
From fake to being real
So heavenly I feel
To cut the weeds I have grown
To feed the tree, I’m own
From far to being near
Getting away from fear
No longer ‘inside’, yet to be known
Human being to being human
NOTE: People change. Situations make them change themselves.For ex:During a storm, only those trees survive who bend themselves rather than standing tall and falling eventually.Some people see transition or change as a compromise. They think why should I change, let the society change and accept me for who I am. My thoughts and their’s contradict each other. I would be happy to know your thoughts too readers. Would be waiting for your responses.
Time can neither be caught nor be bought
Time is same for all, but times are not
Born nothing and will die being a naught
So be grateful about what you have got
Nothing is permanent, is permanent
Everything perishes, moving or stagnant
Time will perish but dreams are not born to kill
Even a small wound takes time to heal
However the end makes your heart shatter
Its the journey that really matters
Sometimes through the journey however hasy it may seem
You have to move ahead of problems and everything’s gonna redeem
Although you may say that you don’t care
But you’ll always be in a situation of seeking approval
However surrounded by people you may be
If they are not your closed ones, your will always feel alone
Meanwhile in the journey of lifeBe honest to yourself and your wife!!
Hope you don’t mind, yourself being kind
Coz an eye for an eye will make the whole world blind
I don’t know how to conclude
What to include and what not to include
Talking about life, all I can say
Joy and sorrow will always be on your way
We are just actors here as they say
Where He is the director of the play
So you open and drink bottles of zest
And then try to perform at your best
Bro 1: Hey bro, how are you? How’s everything going in your life?
Bro 2: How come you are talking about serious things like “life”? You had coffee this morning , hadn’t you?
Bro 1: Yeah I did. I was just goofing around a bit.
Bro 2: Yeah I know. Lives of many people pass like this only.
Just wandering aimlessly like nomads having no base for their thinking.
Let me tell you what really life is. Don’t panic. I won’t be giving any shitty definition about life. It is not, as my negative bros would say “Arre kya rakha hai life main, khao piyo aur karo marne ka intazaar” (eat sleep repeat till death).
It is also not, as my positive bros would say, “A divine journey from birth to death seeking God’s appraisal at each moment”.
The thing I hate about these people is that they always want everything in black or white.
A positive bro would say,”Oh how divine is this. God is showering love on his loved ones, like this.” Bro, its not love, that bird is shitting on you. Get the hell out of there.
Life is an experience. A journey. Not any mathematical term which can be defined.
Bro 1: But still it can be defined as ‘birth to death’.
Bro 2: But the thing you are missing here is to ‘live’. Living each moment from birth to death. Seizing each moment as if it were your last. Not like doing maut ka intazaar(waiting for death).
Bro 1: Why bro? A lot of load in a single minute ?😦😦😧😩
Bro 2: I haven’t had coffee this morning, that’s why.
Bro 1: Now I need some coffee😒😒
DISCLAIMER: These comments above are subject to experiences. Please experience life carefully before accepting.
Thanks to blogger Antara Nandi, I’ve reached to this beautiful but thoughtful but senti-ful but plentiful and written by a fool quote.
Romeo and Juliet weren’t lucky they were born between 15-17th century..when there were no internet and they died because. of love(so heart breaking…like heart made up of chains). If they were born internet period they would’ve met on facebook, start chat on insta, committed because of whatsapp and downloaded stickers of their Chunnu and Munnu (their child names) on Hike and broke up to each other because of found cheating on each other on snapchat. After 10 days..found new Romeo or new Juliet and #eat #chat #relationship #breakUp #repeat