Let the child in you never grow.
Whatever you are seeking is already seeking for you ! It is about what we think about all the time. The innate thing within us that makes us who we are. Sometimes we may wait or sometimes we may rush. But our compass is already redirected towards it. We cannot know when we are going … Continue reading Whatever you are seeking is already seeking you !
Sometimes it is about taking a break and not doing muchWhile waiting for things to stitch on by selves While other times it may be of a thing or two, to gather some courage to what to do Break the prejudiceTell yourself a new storyAnd follow the narration Whatever is pulling you downIs meant to … Continue reading Mind your thoughts and steer them
We sell out time to earn money to buy freedom. We sell our identity to earn popularity to become famous. They are selling themselvesTo buy your timeSo they earn for their life Rare things are priceless and difficult to find but they want to be expensive, not priceless. We spend our time to earn a … Continue reading We spend our life to earn a living so that we can live our life
When things go wrong as they sometimes will,When the road you’re trudging seems all up hill,When the funds are low and the debts are highAnd you want to smile, but you have to sigh,When care is pressing you down a bit,Rest if you must, but don’t you quit.Life is strange with its twists and turnsAs … Continue reading Poetry : Don’t Quit by John Greenleaf Whittier
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,And sorry I could not travel bothAnd be one traveler, long I stoodAnd looked down one as far as I couldTo where it bent in the undergrowth; Then took the other, as just as fair,And having perhaps the better claim,Because it was grassy and wanted wear;Though as for that … Continue reading Poetry : Road not taken by Robert Frost
Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow. My little horse must think it queer To stop without a farmhouse near Between the woods and frozen lake The darkest evening of the year. He gives his harness bells a … Continue reading Poetry : Stopping by Woods on a Snowing Evening by Robert Frost
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