Saturday, November 27, 2010

...brave new world

It looked so shiny
It turned so dusty
and when its settling
It looks so messy...

It seems to settle down...
the storm has passed away
but we'r left with a few
and memories of the rest...

One keeps searching
but only to find
what was his
has flew far away ...

the day pass by and so do nights
the week pass by and so do months
and now what he sees is a brave new world
the world which he need to win every day...

Monday, January 18, 2010

...a painting called life

Our life is like a painting, a painting of strokes scattered allover

There will be a lot of admirers and many may criticize

Never let anyone of the two to over-shadow other

They both are the brushes of different colors


Never let the dust settle on it, remember

Love of dear ones along with tears, of both happiness and

sorrows keeps the painting alive,

one without the other leads to a faded painting


So, what are you waiting for.........pickup your brush and paint something

I'd love to be with you as each stroke adds different color to it...:)