I can only imagine

I can only imagine
That life has all good things with no trouble

I can only imagine
That no human should hurt the other

I can only imagine
That friendship may be life long

I can only imagine
That the one I love should love me too

I can only imagine
That no one should die

I can only imagine
That there may be Peace everywhere

I can only imagine
That anybody would come to me when I ask help

I can only imagine
That there is only one who cares for me

I can only imagine
That there is life after death

I keep only imagine
When the time flows and I'm swept away !

Learning fast !

My Birthday and Friendship's day always come almost at the same time. And that means phone calls ! Many phone calls.

Basically because I treat my Birthday to be some Royal Princess's B'day. I would start asking all my friends a month in advance to wish me on my b'day. Not getting a call from any of friends is like nerve-breaking and temperature-boiling additive to my mood.

Being obsessed so much with myself, getting one-step closer to death ( quite a cliched statement, it can come to anyone anytime. But a metaphor ), I was impatiently ( as I am always) waiting for the auspicious day to come. When all plans and excitement washed with my Mobile being stolen. I have no worry for the money that cost me to buy it, because there is no point crying over that. In any case, I'll have to buy a new Mobile.

At the same time, seeing me so distressed one of my friend offered me a temporary number to use. I've given it to few of my friends but not all since it wont be with me for long. So, only few good friends. But now, what haunts and pains me is that I wont be getting as much calls as I
would have expected if it was my number. So, my last hope is Orkut where I can find some tonns of scrap ( Hopefully ! ).

It is said that everything that happens, happens for a reason. I can't understand or I can't see it now. But, I really would like to know why I forgot my Mobile somewhere when I don't even leave it away from my eyesight for a moment. Was it for some better or is it just that I am an Idiot believing in some old faith and not realising my mistake !

Lets see, the next day ahead would show me the right reason behind it. Till then, I can only wait. And for that, I have to be patient. So basically, it is good in a way that it is helping me learn, how to be Patient. Hmmm, that reminds me of being Optimistic. I must say, I am learning fast ! :)

The Optimist !!

Since lately, I've been troubled by lot many small issues. Its not that I am deliberately putting myself in a situation where I am left only with worries and moaning over silly things. And then I realised that I never share my feelings when I find myself exulted.

Well, for one reason I feel that we people mostly have trivial and hence common issues to crib on.
If I write some bad experience, it may have occurred ( though not ditto) or can be associated with the readers.

Anyway, it is all relative. So here I am write something I am happy about. Well, one good thing that has happened to me is that, among all this mess and foil I've found some good friends. Friends who help me come out of stupid little worries I usually hover around. Being an Impatient human, I really have trouble waiting for anything. I want everything in a Jiffy. I am learning the new techniques of being patient for at least a bit. Lets see, how long does it takes me to come over it.

Also, though I am an Optimistic person, but the very second I land in a commotion, I panic.

I received an email from a Friend, describing the value and potency of being Optimist. I would like to share it here. Its a small story that begins like :

The Optimist

There is a story of identical twins. One was a hope-filled optimist. "Everything is coming up roses!" he would say. The other twin was a sad and hopeless pessimist. He thought that Murphy, as in Murphy's Law, was an optimist. The worried parents of the boys brought them to the local psychologist.

He suggested to the parents a plan to balance the twins" personalities. "On their next birthday, put them in separate rooms to open their gifts. Give the pessimist the best toys you can afford, and give the optimist a box of manure." The parents followed these instructions and carefully observed the results.

When they peeked in on the pessimist, they heard him audibly complaining, "I don't like the color of this computer . . I'll bet this calculator will break . . . I don't like the game . . . I know someone who's got a bigger toy car than this . . ."

Tiptoeing across the corridor, the parents peeked in and saw their little optimist gleefully throwing the manure up in the air. He was giggling. "You can't fool me! Where there's this much manure, there's gotta be a pony!"

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Thanksgiving !

Seasons come and go
With time, I am too movin' on
But the urge and the need
Is like fodder to be fed

The secret hidden within
Gives me strength to live-in
But I am mistaken for the mortals
'Coz for you, all they seem to be open portals

I was nothing, when you gave me life
Having innocent soul, cut by no knife
I always surround myself in trouble
You rescued me out, swapped remorse with giggle

I know I am alive 'coz you are around
It is you to whom I am only bound
Thank you is not what I will revert
To keep you happy, I'll keep away all dirt

I'll not engage in what disappoints
I am your devotee, no less than saints
I found you around in all odds
You are my only faith 'O Lord' !

Life is what we choose !

The life sometimes becomes short for many things that we cannot do. And this is when we say, "this life is too short." But is it actually ?

Sometimes, time is relative to what we do and what you seek. If we do things we love to, we are too content & satisfied with what we get and what we already have.
Sometimes, we desire the most coveted and we thrive to get it. We look for more and yet no more. We end up living life grumpily with no excitement or enthusiasm but just to count the number of breath we are sent with.
Sometimes, we are so frustrated by everything that we do and hence we crib. Life looks like a lost battle and we being marooned in a deserted island. There is no better feeling than to end up our life.

And yet, there are those who fight. Don't let lose their spirit. No matter if they win or lose, they move on. This where the secret lies.

Life is but a course that we choose to make it interesting or boring. There is no another life as there is no another chance to a mistake. We are given one life that we know in our conscience. We don't know what we were in our previous life (except for few re-incarnated) or what we would be in the next life. If we keep moaning over things that change, feelings those ephemeral, we can never choose the right way to proceed. And hence, the secret of Soul Existence !

The happiness and satisfaction with life is hidden within us. Only thing we need is to discover ourselves. Stagnant at one point is enough to make a coat of rust. Life should move on, come what may. This life is our 'Own'. We may cross many who become part of our lives. But, these parts can never lay what our self-parts can.

We

While sun bidding its final goodbye

Lying on bed, with tears in my eye

You had called, and I couldn't say it again

You to stay forever, be all mine

But my mouth goes glued 

As if about to commit a crime.

Darkness pandemic arrives as harbinger

And my pensive thoughts start to linger

Deep within lies a fear

Since you are too far,

With little chance to be near.

I'm still not a day ahead of our chirpy tete-a-tete(s)

Reminiscence brings me smile,

When your voice echos & my heart taps

You had to go, it was for your better

I never showed the right or any deter

Now I realize, I should have expressed

If not stopped you, at least said

That chunk of my soul, you do possessed

Your crass slowly engendered my interest 

That not for a day, I've peace or rest.

Years have passed, I'd lost the touch

And glad to catch again your clutch

Though not impossible it was, but

It was my ego, or probably I let

The doors of my heart closed & shut.

 Now that you are around

I am not numb anymore

Just want to talk and 

Be with you more and more

All over, you and your sound.

I wish this time forgets its tick and just stop

I hold your hands till my last breath crops

I don't want to moan or revile on the retrospect

Parting again would be like corroded silt

So, let me not drown in my own guilt.

I want you to be right beside me

Facing all turmoils like an usual spree

Startling all life with your regular surprises

That a smile be on my face even as I die

For this small favor, looking forward to see

That someday I may be known,

when you say, 'We'.

A Gift....A Surprise !

Living under the weight of a feather
Seems to sublime in a wither
But feathers as strong as a Methal
It can be ailing or may get lethal.

Giving a glance, weird though he looks
His elegant charm is capable to hook
Pure at heart, none can adulterate
Makes to commit flounder & risk an iterate.

Some feelings are strong, some are unexpressed
The intensity within still connects the same thread
I may not define, I mean it from heart
That you are among, I never want to part.

A panacea to heal, a source to placate
How can I ask my doctor to vacate ?
There are lot more to express & lot more to write
But as I say, few things are meant only to hide

Asking on his B'day for a Gift
I could not show around and took a drift
I have nothing, that can entice
But this may come to you as a Small Surprise !