Birthdays

If you are a so called human
you have birthdays
to remind you how many years you lived
to reflect what were you doing all the years
to measure the no:of hearts you own
        Now readers, I will be happy if anyone going through the pages of my blog would lent a little time to hear me on my birthday.I am not as crazy as my letters speak still its taking its origin from me.This is the day am celebrating my 15th birthday.Before fifteen years on this day i was preparing to land on earth....God placed a couple of years over my little head and mumbled a few words"MY CHILD LIVE YOUR LIFE,YOU VE GOT THE BOON TO GO TO EARTH,YOU WILL SOON EXPERIENCE THE WARMTH OF HUMAN EMOTIONS,THE MOST POWERFUL THING IN THE UNIVERSE,TWO ANGELS ARE WAITING FOR YOU DOWN THERE,THEY WILL PROTECT YOU AND YOU WILL HAVE TO PROTECT THEM WHEN YOU GROW UP...I AM BLESSING YOU WITH IMMENSE POTENTIAL,LIVE A BLISSFUL LIFE".Soon after a moment I was sent to earth..extremely puzzled by those last words I appeared on earth as mentioned by him,I felt a flutter of cool breeze on me,but it was a little strange and one of my neuron was stimulated to make a loud cry,it was the first and last time I saw people around me smile when I cried.I could soon find those angels  who will protect me and whom I ve to protect when I grow up,they were and are to my left and right providing all what I need.lived 15 years on earth..the life here is really a boon,so have to go further and utilize the potential and the days remaining in my life,I realise the best investment a man can do is in the hearts of people,no where else,on the earth the greatest happiness we can experience is from the people surrounding us...so I stop by conveing my extreme gratitude to all those who spent your valuable time for me.Happy  birthday to me!!!

 

I am a Nomad

                              I am a Nomad

                                    I am  a nomad,I wander

                                    I cant stay long anywhere

                                     I cant breathe the same air for long

                                     nor can live on the same food

                                    so I wander from place to place

                                        in search of different breeze

                                       I don't like to be tied

                                        by the chain of emotions 

                                         that are like the preserved wine

                                     I don't hear the cries of past

                                            nor I itch going back

                                     I don't expect and regret

                                       I am just a nomad

                                             I wander from place to place

                                       seeking joy,as soon as i suck  honey

                                     like a floating butterfly

                                   I fly in search of another pretty flower

                          I cant stay,I don't survive if am always on land

                                   my mind is not programed to live in tedium

                           but to explore the pleasure & seek the hidden

                            I neither listen nor do the golden tales of past

                                        I am just a nomad

                                 I wander from place to place

                                         in search of joy

                                           I pity over the life of preserved mangoes

                               poor souls die in salinity

                       I admire the life 0f cherries,the blessed souls;live sweet

                                      I pity the life of those mere festoons

                          and I admire the life of those thorny shrubs

                           Life bottled is a misery or a horror story

                                    I cant fill that page of history

                                        with my horror story

                                    so I wander from place to place like a butterfly

                            I am a nomad,cause I stay only when I die.....

 

                      

                                     

                                    

 

                                        

Irony of my life

Life is neither too complicated nor very easy.As people are different their style of living also differs.In my perspective the person must be able to become disappointed a hundred times and not quit cause once wot you were dieing for, will come to you stamping all the bitter experiences.continue by closely holding the hands of hope,if you are an average person and you came across many failures and you are going to quit,then your quite a foolish person,though you fail you succeed cause you were you perhaps you quit you cheat your soul and take rest.
                                          I too had many ups and downs in my life,in fact many downs and very little ups and the interesting  matter is that I am writing this blog to relive from my resent failure.Failures is no more new for me.........the proper usage of potential is essential for the proper growth.......what is the proper method?how can ideas flood in me?what is the meaning of competitions?my mind is currently disturbed with all these questions,I  find no one other than blank paper who i can share my cries with,and I am unable to write anything worth in the paper too,wot a irony of my life..