Life is crazy
And totally unpredictable…
It’s going to push you over,
Kick you while you’re down,
And hit you when you try to get back up.
Not everything can beat you.
Things are going to change you,
But you get to choose which ones
you let change you.
Listen to your heart,
Follow your dreams,
And let no one tell you what you’re
Push the limits,
Bend the rules,
And enjoy every minute of it.
Laugh at everything.
Live for as long as you can.
But trust none.
Believe in yourself,
And never lose faith in others.
Settle for nothing but only the best,
And give 110% in everything you do.
Live on the edge,
Yet stay safe,
And cherish every moment of it.
Life is a gift.
Appreciate all the rewards,
And jump on every opportunity.
Not everyone’s going to love you,
But who needs them anyway?
But remember everything.
Bring it with you everywhere you go.
Learn something new,
And appreciate criticism.
But dislike what you want.
Never forget where you came from,
And always remember where you are going.
Live life to its fullest,
And have a reason for everything,
Even if it’s totally insane.
Find your purpose in life,
And live it!
Rittu Vishu (RV)
They be like
“Come little one,
Let me take you somewhere safe and hallow,
Surrender to me your sorrows,
For I will catch you when you fall…
For I will brace when you must be strong…
For I will hold you when your world comes crashing down…
For I will be by your side when your friends abandon you…
For I will love you when you find yourself broken and flawed
Come little one,
Put your head in my lap,
Rest and be alive for just a little while longer…”
Hues and Contours of Clouds
As the frame of old memory studded with webs,
As the oesophagus of horizon gulping down the sun,
As the foot prints of car racing down the mud,
Rests in the umbrella-shade of a clear night sky
And overpowered by celestial faces on a fair day.
As the bursting lungs of the vast stretched firmament,
As the bright blue lines leading to the Heavens,
As white as milk reflecting surreal tranquility,
Sparkles in grey fiery borders as if walking the ramp,
And plays hide and seek with the inhabitants of sky.
As the solitary solace of eyes on a day,
As blue as the misty ocean at dusk and dawn,
As randomly scattered fluffy patches in the morning,
Play their part as curtains in the drama of yellow stars,
And set themselves loose by shedding the crystal droplets.
As black as anthracite but softer at heart,
As the one forming rugged terrains on the welkin,
As the augurer of rejuvenating rains,
Portraying the blend of aurora and dimmet on night,
And showing the puppet show of the picturesque life.
As the voice of clouds comes through yelling larynx,
As bright sun wrestles in the canvas of clouds,
As anger does – light fluffy ones metamorphose to dark.
Again they turn lighter, the sun gets even brighter,
And anger, adversity, affliction avert against adamant.
Smriti Kaul; MHACS,