The Yellow Rose

Every person is special. Every relation is special. Each is to be
looked after specially, with special attention to it. Words are merely
a medium, mere postmen or messengers of emotions. What are to be heard
are emotions behind words, words are ignorable. It is like reading a
letter from your loved one, it is the texture and the wetness of the
paper that is to be treasured, the smell of the ink and the smell of
the gum on the stamp that was made wet with the tongue and lips rather
than water. It is not the content that matters, it is the thought that
that friend thinks about you. His words don't matter, it is the effort
that he took to tell you that he misses you which is to be
appreciated. That is building a relation.

I believe yellow roses build relations the best but not because people
say so. Just imagine what a yellow rose looks like on a winter morning
with dew drops on it! The mere sight of it early in the morning is so
refreshing, as if it is smiling at you, telling you "I am so glad to
see you this morning, isn't this a wonderful morning?" The first thing
I feel like doing on such occasion is going and smelling it, tickling
its petals to feel the softness and smoothness of its texture. And
then that fragrance fills you up for the entire day, every stressed
situation you just go back and remember that moment you smelled that
yellow rose and it makes you feel good. That is building a
relationship, making a difference in someones life. Have you spread
such fragrance in anyone's life? Does your smile make someone's day
special? Has anyone ever felt like touching you to feel your tender
soft texture? And most importantly, do you have dew drops on you every
day?

The Happy Prince.

People think they know me
I like to let them think that way
People think they're right
I like to let them think that way
People say things
About things, about people
I listen to them
Half baked truths, spiced truths
Crisp stories and other delicacis
I smile and say
"Thanks for the meal but I am sorry,
I am on a diet."
On my way back, I've cooked my own truth
Their ingredients, my own receipe
According to my own diet...

The Happy Prince...

Unbrekable Hearts..

The poor do not go hungry in droughts, they're the rich who're scared of them
Failures are not afraid of losing, the winners can't take a loss
The hated don't fear rejection, the loved think someone will reject them
The more often a heart breaks, the more unbreakable it becomes...

The Happy Prince...

Youth

On roads less traveled
In shoes worn out
With thoughts much thought
And Answers unfound…

With one love, few passions
And a lot of emotions
A mind with minds
And pending decisions…

Searching for something to die for
So that I can live
Taking a lot today
So that one day I can give…

In pursuit of excellence
On my way to heaven…

The River And The Mountain

Once upon a time a mighty river had a small desire. She wanted to cut through a small mountain that stood in its way even though it could easily have by passed it. It was just to feel powerful, to show that she could easily do such a thing.

And one day she chose to satisfy her desire. Head first she ran into the mountain and as she was to strike on it, she realized, whether she broke the mountain or not, she had to flow into the sea. That is what rivers are meant for, to flow into the sea. Rivers are not to break mountains. And then she realized, the sea was her calling, the mountain a mere desire.

Should rivers still break mountains then? It’s for each river to decide, according to each mountain in her path.

I’m so sorry my dear mountain I can’t tell you what I feel about you, I’m a river, I have to find my way to the sea.

The Happy Prince

Pleasures Revisited...

A long bath after mid night with unlimited Hot water...
An undisturbed night with a mesmerising book...
A sunday morning with fresh, hot Mom-made food...
A rainy evening with a hot cup of tea and a damn good movie..
Sleeping with satisfaction of having done something productive after a hard day's work...
Her comment on My blog and the smell of Her hair when she hugged me last...
And of course, remembering some memories of the past...

Are just some of my pleasures no money can buy,
Life's worth living only till they come by...

The Happy Prince...

The Decision

Staring at me the opportunities stand,
I can turn my life into a Wonder Land...

Let it be like the sand on the shore,
let Waves come and wash my Score...

I'll keep Running till I can,
let Times decide how well I Ran...

The Happy Prince...