Showing posts with label Rumination. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Rumination. Show all posts
I walk..
Thro' the path what life has shown me,
I shroud my expectation with a smile.
I walk..
As far as the moonlight fades away,
Until the rise of dawn and dusk.
I walk..
Now and then to get closer to you,
Whenever you keep me away.
I walk...
Tho the path is difficult to travel;
I love all the moments with you.
I walk..
With a fear, "If you don't know my odyssey",
But your fear is different from mine.
I walk..
To increase my heart beat, then
I can see your smile as much as I breathe.
I walk..
And I throw my hands in the air;
You might have been seeking me.
I walk..
Alone all the way with a thought,
Someday you will walk with me,
Every second of you.
Thro' the path what life has shown me,
I shroud my expectation with a smile.
I walk..
As far as the moonlight fades away,
Until the rise of dawn and dusk.
I walk..
Now and then to get closer to you,Whenever you keep me away.
I walk...
Tho the path is difficult to travel;
I love all the moments with you.
I walk..
With a fear, "If you don't know my odyssey",
But your fear is different from mine.
I walk..
To increase my heart beat, then
I can see your smile as much as I breathe.
And I throw my hands in the air;
You might have been seeking me.
I walk..
Alone all the way with a thought,
Someday you will walk with me,
Every second of you.
The dark monsters embrace together;
To veil the princess of blue.
The essence of brown grime;
Leads the twinkling and chanting;
To cherish the arrival of paradise's drops.
When it reaches the place of miseries,
It runs everywhere to find its burrow.
It cuddles all the way with stones and thorns,
Thou it won't tear its soul apart,
And it giggles like an altruistic spirit.
It merges with the clay in the path,
But it never wears a stain in its purity
From cradle to grave, It wanders,
Thou it never grows old in this birth.
To pacify the mind of numerous souls,
The Archangel of Heaven
Will never stop its odyssey.
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I planned to wake up early, but in the morning, I didn't wake up until I heard the voice of my mother. As soon I started to do the things which weren't in my lists. Likewise, all of my doings were exactly contradicted to my last night's plan. Indeed, I didn't want to happen on that way, but everything happened against me. On that day my entire plan collapsed and It wasn't up to my plan. Beside, I started to figure out my next day's plan.
The next day, I came up with a new idea which was exactly contrary to my previous plan. I planned to do peculiar things instead of a superior plan. I sketched a new To-Do list, but this time I planned to wake up very late. Further, all the stuff in my lists were exactly inverse to the previous night's plan. I was quite confidence about the new plan. I hoped that I would easily follow this on next day morning be cause of its weirdness.
Guess what? I woke up very early in the morning, but I planned to wake up late. I wondered, "How is it possible?" With so much anticipation in my mind, I was very keen to spend my time in bed. That much expectation made me to wake up too and once again I started to do all things which weren't included in my list. Meanwhile I failed to pursue my plans. It wasn't an auspicious end.
Almost everyday I have been making plan before I go to bed, I think about those things and very keen to follow it. Nearly every night I would make a new 'To-Do' list and in morning, I would do the things which are exactly contradicted to my plan list. I don't know why it has happened to me, but I believe there is a reason behind every action. Sometimes I wonder I'm the only one who faces such kinda of critical situation.
Lately, on a Sunday morning, I woke up very early and I went for a long ride. I was riding all alone in the long road like I hardly saw people on the roadside. I loved to travel all the way, while cool breeze was kissing my face. The day was followed by a perfect breakfast(I don't have breakfast regularly), reading, time with neighbours' kids and great with time my parents and friends. It was new experience, everything happened as like planned, but everything was coincident.
Obviously, I was quite impressed with the things whatever happened on that day and I started to treat the every day on its way without any plan.
All days are like paintings,
You need a little inspiration to get going,
A little smile can brighten up,
A whimsical idea can enlighten your day,
Every moment will become auspicious.
And my days become like a painting
