We live not because we were born, but because we have a purpose to fulfill.

Hold my head up without fear I live... Doubt never seems to arise...no matter how fatal a situation... I trust in people know matter what they be.... Just for the simple reason that each of us is special in God's eyes.. If I had one chance to be an angel... I would encircle each specie in my arms... Embrace them for all the good they do.. For the different raga they sing each one unique and so beautiful. The clouds that pass by showering their mercy on me; for the blue ocean that stands firm.. and teaches me.( the meaning of a promise for life time...) For that every little thing that brings either a tear in my eye or a smile on my lips...... I want to touch each butterfly for its own unique wing... Have I ever thought of how ungrateful I could be or I am... I deserve ain't still received it all.. Two beautiful eyes to see, nose to admire the fragrance.. a mouth .. a voice.. hands.. and feet; a brain to sense and understand... But what good am I to anybody.. I only argue, q...

When flowers bloom in the valley.... they live the exact cycle.... the only difference is of the breeze that is cooler from within....... The chirping birds sing the same... only that I can hear them clearer..... The only difference between me here now is.... my mind is boggled with hundreds of words not one minute it travels to the valley where my soul beholds and that is why I forget to forgive what someone else beholds. The flower, the birds or the sunshine... are no different in the world it’s only the place where i belong that gets me to unrest My mind so powerful that it controls me like a dummy forgets my soul ..... that I am ............. and continues to be at war I tried often to stop but lost every time I tried ... so finally I stopped trying in the end and defeat was all mine (I was the slave of my mind)

My mother’s aim was to groom me well. My teacher’s to tutor me. My brother passed his wise comments; My father said be successful and amidst them all I forget what I want to be. Who’s life do I live and which way do I go? I let people decide or make my path and then I fell home alone (felt unsuccessful even after being successful). I feel like a half full glass, where my destiny is partly decided and the rest they leave me in the harsh wind to fly with it. Had I had a sense of direction I could have sailed my life smooth, But here I stand facing the unrest of future as quickly things move. Hoping a little more I do justice to life … I take all the pain in my heart. Creating new footsteps in the walk of life a hope to learn from the start. Life did not demand much from me, just a minute or two of silence. But I lost it all in the noise of the world unable to hear myself that stood right beside me. I just want; I just want … I often say.. not wondering still whose wants I am living upto....