The Journey, The Music and The Voice

I stop by the lake to have a cool sip of water to wet my dried up throat and rest for a while in a long and unending journey. Thoughts of the journey cloud my mind and a cold chill crawls across my spine. The journey seems aimless but I cannot rest! The path is unclear yet I must not stop. The only lamp I have is the music - HIS VOICE

I do not know to dance to its myriad tunes. I do not know of its forms. I care not for its nuances. I only know its soothing touch. Through it I hear HIM constantly whispering into my ears, filling my being with limitless joy and energy.

The day is still young and the journey has just begun. Yet the weight of the journey is heavy for I have not yet learned the power of th Voice. But with every passing moment and every passing day the Voice would be clearer and my faith in it stronger. I shall walk till the last breath of my soul. I do not know if the journey will ever end; I do not know if I will ever reach my destination - But who cares??? I only want to travel till the last breath.

I have but One Dream

I have but one dream
To leave behind my foot prints on the sands of time that I have lived and not merely existed

Those futile endeavours and countless failures
Those unfinished tasks and unkept promises
Those acts tarred with ego and marred with jealousy
Those innumerable moments succumbed to Temptation
Ring through the hollowness of my being

I aspired to build a mansion - wont I be spared of a hut to shelter my petty self

Every night that ends with turmoil finds its way into a new dawn of hope
Evey act of selfless love imprints itself on the sands of eternity
I have but one dream
To leave behind my foot prints on the sands of time that I have lived and not merely existed

The Wandering Traveller

Who art the Oh Traveller ?
Where dost Thee go ?
I know not my name, I know not where to go
I wander aimlessely wherever the light leadest me to.

Who art thy companion oh Traveller ?
When dost thee Rest ?
I know of no companion save He who fills air into my breath
I know not of rest and work - only the weight of my existence

What is thy language, Oh Traveller ?
What songs dost thee sing ?
I know of no language, save that which trancends Mankind
I sing not of any songs, save the glory of my eternal companion

The Insane Man

He often laughed aloud and talked aimlessely
People knew he was INSANE
But in the darkness of the night, he wishpered and they heard him not!!
Few would scorn at him,; Few would ignore him; But a few would love HIM. 

He would often dance merrily unconscious of the surroundings
And then People would joke about him for they knew he was INSANE.
He would often roll around in the mud and come home shabby.
Few would mock at him; Few would laugh at him; But a few would look at HIM. 

He knew of no principles; no religion; and no purpose in Life.
He would wander in the woods aimlessely and sing aloud in the most Hoarse voice.
And then people would not pay heed to him for they knew he was INSANE.
Few would curse him; Few would scold him; But a few would love HIM.

The Real Man...

When Problems worry you and desires haunt you;
When the Solutions seem to be far from near and the means incomprehendible.
When things are not just in your way;
When you are forced to accept Defeat;
When Life’s Promises apparently seem to be Hollow;
-It’s then that the Real Man comes out Triumphant.

When Life teaches lessons the Hard way,
When efforts seem to go in vain,
When encouragement is the Scarcest Commodity;
When Future lay completely in the Dark;
-Even then the Real Man smiles and goes Ahead.

Be the Real man and never the ordinary one!
Fight till the end with all your heart and soul;
Victory,then, shall be yours.
Donot Fight for the sake of victory but for the sake of your Self Esteem;
For the Real victory lies in Upholding it.

The Little Boy

As a small kid he had dreams unlimited…

His childhood was not filled with pamperings and comforts.. nor was it marred with gory incidents…

He was a boy with dreams…

God did not give him everything that he wanted… but always gave him what he needed…

As a boy He often thought that God was not so kind to him…but later on realized that God loves him more than He loved Himself…

The aspirations grew with the boy. Of course, they are more sensible now. But still he was a boy with dreams.

As time passed by everything did not work in his favour. Life was not a bed of roses… But everything was not bad. Life was not a bed of thorns either!

The dreams have taken new shapes with every passing day.But the lay unachieved and miles away..

The Boy realized that the best way to make your dreams to come true is to get up and work.

The Journey has begun for the boy.He was a boy with dreams..