"To be or not to be...that is the question"... said Hamlet ( directly ).
All of us face this question time and again in our lives.
The answers we find are different each time, but satisfactory for ourselves, and the search never ends for the perfect answer.
Find whatever you may ... you shall live; now that you are born...be it in mirth or in harmony.
Thursday, December 6, 2007
Life
Life is the most beautful part of our journey.
Some may curse themselves of their birth, and some may be the happiest.
But believe me...you can mend it the way you want it.
It's like those abstract paintings where you just have to make way for yourself......yourself.
Take the brush wherever you want to, my painters.
Some may curse themselves of their birth, and some may be the happiest.
But believe me...you can mend it the way you want it.
It's like those abstract paintings where you just have to make way for yourself......yourself.
Take the brush wherever you want to, my painters.
My Water Shine
Like a flower waiting to bloom,
you came in our lives - a new tune.
Like a lipstick waiting to be worn,
you blew our worries away, instead kept a fern.
You always thought of life as a dead road,
but let me tell you my water shine, we are here to take away your worries and load.
Smile could never be so pure as yours,
a heart where sits an angel deep in the core.
Worries...worries...just close your eyes,
let your tears flow down and fly.
Your eyes are like water...so deep and hurt,
you can keep the water, but throw away the dirt.
Nobody can match your rarity around,
know this that you are free to fly...and not bound.
You know you carry a heart of gold,
so what worries you...that it'll grow old?
you came in our lives - a new tune.
Like a lipstick waiting to be worn,
you blew our worries away, instead kept a fern.
You always thought of life as a dead road,
but let me tell you my water shine, we are here to take away your worries and load.
Smile could never be so pure as yours,
a heart where sits an angel deep in the core.
Worries...worries...just close your eyes,
let your tears flow down and fly.
Your eyes are like water...so deep and hurt,
you can keep the water, but throw away the dirt.
Nobody can match your rarity around,
know this that you are free to fly...and not bound.
You know you carry a heart of gold,
so what worries you...that it'll grow old?
A Long Life Or Short
Either life puts you in quicksand to sink slowly throughout the journey, or it rests you on a bird to fly higher and higher. It sometimes rests you on a cloud as well so that you learn to fall... as does rain , and evaporate as a cloud again. For some it's as short as a day's journey; while for some it's still the stone age. It makes you......so...... it breaks you.
At times "black" at times "white"...at times motley coloured...wanting you to decide at every stage.
Deciding will again have two sides to it -- which either way you'll have to decide.
Keep deciding and life moves on......there you go
At times "black" at times "white"...at times motley coloured...wanting you to decide at every stage.
Deciding will again have two sides to it -- which either way you'll have to decide.
Keep deciding and life moves on......there you go
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