Monday, March 20, 2017

O Genie!...Grant Me ?

If We all had a Genie.....
Life is about finding your own path to unleash the hidden wishes and conquer the same.In this race of immediate and delayed gratification,we tend to loose on our real selves.We tend to drift in to our dream land where we carve our life as a golden triumph.But when reality strikes us back we know its not bed of roses.So,moving towards a more hypothetical situation,What if we had an "Alladin lamp" that presented a blue bubbled smiling figure,more popularly known as Genie saying:Kya hukm hai mere aaka"
Vohhh..So what if we had our own genie, to grant our wish, what would it be.
The rat race in climbing the next rung of  ladder would be a pleasant ride and life a beautiful garden! And what about us,a piece of potato lying amidst a garden!What if after certain period of time we get boiled through all the comfort and luxuries, eventually one day mashed to no existence!
Life makes you as weak as a boiled potato that looses its consistency once taken away from the test it puts  you in.Too much comfort would melt you like wax but a hard blow makes you grow stronger with each hit until you stand firm as mountain in the storm.
So rather than cribbing of all the downfalls one should learn to rise,live each moment to create a history,a memory,a lesson.
Rise,fall,Rise again and Move-This is all life is about.And how you live this cycle defines the quality of it.
I would quench my thirst by reaching to water than getting it served in with aa platter!

-SSW

Sunday, March 19, 2017

Move....


The mystery of life deciphers it's code,
When you look beyond the Mirage it holds.


The strength in her looked elsewhere,
Waiting to live, out of herself.
She moved with pride to follow her shadow,
Because life is a reflection of one's gallows!

-SSW
 

Wednesday, March 08, 2017

Sight of Shore


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Standing by the shore when i look afar,
My gaze strings with the rhythm of war,
Stuck by the joy and sorrow of time,
It grows fonder like an old wine!
Mistful,haughty,roaring waves,
Rise from beneath to find a way!
Swiftly moving with the breeze,
Dancing to the reverence of peace.
They know the secret in them,they hold,
Whispering it around,quietly they unfold,
The Mystery of ocean blue and its bed,
With blanket green laid on white carpet,
They narrate the seen and the unseen,
To feel by self what lies in green!
With the gurgling waves i travel beneath,
Calm and serene i find the stream!
Soon,A tide rises and gallops down,
Finds a way without a frown,
It tells me,There is a chaos within,
But the sight of shore makes me win!

-SSW

I stopped Writing...

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