Dedicated to the special hour that made writing more significant than the words it contained.
1. Life in US feels like
Life’s in US
(An acknowledgement to the place that made me write)
2. Dear heart and mind
Be together
And I’ll be with you
3. To the beautiful U
Just be You
4. Life’s live
So just live
5. Who’s your’s?
And what’s your’s?
6. Neither are you small
Nor are you small in front of me
- God
7. Welcome the wilderness to flow in..
8. You are never wrong
Because being wrong is just a perspective
9. There are only one kind of people
Called Sculptors,
Creating their own Lives
10. When you see an ugly face
Like Beethoven’s
Guess what, you’ll say
“You are Awesome”
Quotes are not the truths, they are the colors of experience. - The Writer
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REALIZE, REINVENT…
THE LITTLE TRUTHS OF LIFE
Recollecting the happenings in my life, let me write this beautiful story. One day I entered a room, which was filled with darkness that seemed unlimited in all its dimensions. Nothing was visible. I stayed and lived in the place where anger, frustration and tears had no meaning. There was no one to listen or speak to. With the dreadful darkness around me the only companions were the hopeless, weak thoughts.
Suddenly there was a feeling of hope taking roots from where I am, when I found a candle. It seemed as though the strength of my emotion touched the plane of the heavens, which brought help. Now, with the candle lighted I was reassured that the nature was helping me. For once I adored, respected and fell in love with the candle which showed me the world. I could now enjoy every bit of my existence as the room was filled with exquisitely beautiful things. There were no more thoughts but only pure happiness and joy that ruled my kingdom of life. The candle now appeared as God. It felt as though there was nothing more beautiful and lovely than this candle that I respect the most.
In this mesmerizing flow of events, there was one thing that I forgot. I forgot that the candle cannot last for long and its existence on this plane is temporary. When I became aware of this little truth, I understood that even my existence on this wondrous plane was temporary. And before the candle has left me, it is me who is leaving the candle. This walk into a new room may bring many more surprises and the candle remains a memory in this illusory story of existence.
- P.ADITYA HIRAN
p.adityahiran@gmail.com
22nd Oct 2009