In midst of sorrow, we shan’t linger in what we have lost,
But to ponder the great things our
lost have allowed us to realize,
And that is living is precious.
We will meet them in time,
In the meantime live life with vigor
For they who have perished lived
their lives to bring smiles to
And, unknowingly to yours too.
Hello Readers, once again another brutal fatality has occurred and the most upsetting part of it is the innocent lives they have claimed. To all the victims this is a short musing/ poem I have written to remember them.
What do you do when life presents to you a brick wall that prevents you from going further? This is the feeling I am feeling right now; in a stump, unable to get near or far from anything I have set myself to achieve. Along the way, I have somehow forgotten my goals and the fire I once have has nearly been extinguished but not entirely. Life really is life the fluidity of water but it’s up to you to go against the currents and pave your own path, at least that is what I have come to comprehend in my life. I spend so much time putting aside my goals to focus on other things that I almost forget about them in the long- run. I want you to know that life is only ever lived once- not that you don’t know, but just a friendly reminder that this is your only shot. 😉 Ask questions later, who know what life will bring!
A question to ask yourself.
As always, see you in my next post. xxx
Some people are like stars,
They shine in what they are not in who they are,
Even in the darkness they find the light,
they find hope and they live to see others appreciate their glory,
Once in a while they fly to inspire dreams,
they make people believe,
And before they die their radiance glows the brightest
in selflessness, they breathe
until the last breath but not before lighting ardor in people’s heart.
Dear readers, thank you for giving my thoughts and musings/poems a chance. I have never been a natural poet. Here’s my attempt at developing a better relationship with words. This poem is for all those people who are the light in the life of others and the people who are precious to me in my life. They remind me of the brightest stars out there and they give me so much hope when I feel like I can’t go on anymore. I feel very grateful and lucky to have these people in my life.
Another one of my musing/poetry about how we should spend our life being happy doing the things we want.Not for anybody else but for our own happiness.
Life is fleeting, just like the seconds that pass every moment. Then, not before long, you begin to notice the years that disapparate into nothingness; numbers are added to your age but every year counts for a year lost for the future. You carry on working that 9 to 5 dream in hopes for – What exactly? Holidays, new cars, new houses…..
You sit in the office chair looking constantly at the circular shaped object with hands that command your every movement. Is this the life you want? Waiting and counting every minute until you can be relieved of this awful hell. Living and reliving the same dull routine every day and judging your happiness by the noughts you have?
Go reach for your dreams because life is fleeting. Go for what your heart have always craved and sung and let the mundane world realize your potential.
Have a good to whoever is reading this and I hope you already have found something your heart sings to you about!
Dear September, I am so happy you have arrived. And this brings a lot of new beginnings like a blank sheet that you have so kindly let me keep. With your beautiful colors life will never be boring, perhaps even better than summer but don’t tell her I said that. She tends to kill me with her radiant rays! The supernal raindrops will not bother me, just like the gusty winds you will forcefully push and pull will not keep me from loving fall. What more could you ask for? If not for cozy sweaters, pumpkin spices, hot cocoa in the midst of a rainy day while being home alone or a warm hearth burning the brightest and golden fires;Autumn could never be better.
Small excerpt of my attempt on poetry, or just some random mulling I have put together for the first day of September. Hope you like it!