My Brush with Truth!

Truth sometimes is unbelievably true!
No matter what you think or how you think
it still remains true.
No matter how much pressure, no matter
how much torture you have to go through,
Remain true to the truth, it will see you through!

Hardest pressure makes a diamond of a charcoal,
You are no less, if you know to keep head high,
in tide of tides..
What goes by shall come back for true.
Its only a matter of time..

Thoughts of the Day ~ Life is a puzzle!

Life is a puzzle, each piece brings you closer to the big picture..
With every step, with great excitement and joy you uncover the mystery.
With a box of puzzle you have the luxury of shuffling it again to play
But with life you don't. You are offered a piece a day,
A piece once used can't be used again.
Every day is a piece in this game of puzzle called life
So savour the joy that comes along, playing each piece safe,
For once you use up all pieces to solve the puzzle, you are left with none..

Thoughts of the Day ~ Life..

Life is a journey, destiny unknown
With past as a shade, take a step towards the future,
The future a mystery, you got but to live to know.
The dawn dawns in, rushes to usher in the dusk.
With the dawn and the dusk competing with each other,
you never know where the days disappeared.

You may wonder if end to your journey, your destiny or destiny the end of you!
All I know, live today as if there is no tomorrow.
Past was there but in your memory, future still in your dreams.
Ponder over the past for the lessons it taught you.
Think of the future for the lessons it will teach you.

Life is but a shower, a blessing for all it can give you,
Life is a bliss, if you know how to see it through.
Life is an adventure, be always ready for it.
Life is a journey, you are but a passenger!

Thoughts of the day

With rain splashing on the face, a passing thought that the visor is doing its job

With soul raising above the self, with the thoughts that sour high

With breeze strong enough to push you off, manage to hold the bike in place

With thoughts that assure you that these are the moments worth living for

With fleeting glances on the hand that can never heal now!

The hand that was meant to heal will never ever do that now

Emotions so strong well up from within, is it the rain drops running down the cheeks?

No, waves of emotions linger round the eye's corner, ready to swallow you any moment

your heart a desert of feeling, ready to desert you any moment it feels fit.

The hand!

The hand, when rarely I see it again,

Feels the pain that stings again,

The pain remembering what it must have been

but sadly is now what it is..

The hand, that many prophesied to be

that of a healer, sadly remains to be just a nurture.

But the joy that comes knowing there is still

many a thing this hand can do, lifts the heart!

The hand that feels, gives seed to your thoughts,

The hand that seeks, knows more than what you think.

The hand that reaches out, embraces more than what you need.

Oh I hope you forgive me for the hopes I gave you!