Yes it is

The black silhouette of a bird merges with the black mountains.
What transpires thither I know not. Whether the bird plunged to its death or to mountain's embrace, the story I know not.
All that I know is the pink and orange glowing Sun comes out every morning in all its glory from the point where the black bird got killed or was united with its purpose.
When the luminence comes it wipes out of existence the story of Yesterday's dull evening.
And again life is beautiful.

Beautiful write ups from people pull words out of hearts long forgotten corridors, lighting them and making them accessible again


This time it was a post by Ramesh sir

http://rameshsood.blogspot.in/2016/01/life-is-beautiful.html?utm_source=feedburner&utm_medium=feed&utm_campaign=Feed:+ALittleMoreThanOrdinary+(A+Little+More+Than+Ordinary..)&m=1

Khaanabadosh

Khaanabadosh hum fir aa pahunche hain doston
Ek nayi khoobsoorat zameen par
Saath me sapnon in razai hai, ummeedon ki lau
Khud pe yakeen ki laathi hai
Purane kuchh doston ke diye rishton ke beej sambhal rakhein hain
Fir is mousam ki zindagi boni hai
Jab tak logon ke dil yahan bhi banjar na ho jayein
Tab tak kuchh shaamein kaatni hain

Khaanabadosh hum fir aa pahunche hain

Way to life

On the treadmill as a beginner when I increase the speed, I panted at every degree of increase 3, 4, 5, 6 KMPH. Then I walked at a speed of 6KMPH for 5min. Thereafter when I decreased the speed, I felt relaxed even at speeds that had made me pant earlier.
I couldn't help thinking, can't we apply this to dear old life, when we choose to increase the level of efforts, a little less trouble will seem like a break.
And that's the best possible, coz life will never be without times that need effort.
One has to find a way to find breaks within that maze of times hard and a little less hard.

He should be....

He should be ....

Tall, Fair or a little dusky, a face of straight lines, with lips pulled in.

Clean hands, clear lines on Palm, few veins sticking out.

Coffee on table, book beside, enjoying his own company.

An eye for beauty, a ear for the sounds of nature. Well traveled, well moved around.
Not only lives but sees life
Sees people for what they are. Unconventional, laid back and serious about business at the same time

Treats a person as a person first.
Soffisticated, suave, respects people
Soil with soil and rain with rain

Not hesitant to go out of the way at times, impulsive at times, doesn't think in moments that are worth only living
Humble, yet aware of his abilities
A kids laughter...
A man's poise
A lover's heart
And a doers resolve

Can hear the melody of silence
Can feel the quiet entailed in a crowd

This will moult and bring out the butterfly
And perhaps life could be close to what could be :)

I Love You

The most beautiful truth and the ugliest lie a man can say is...I love you. It is even deadlier when you are lying to yourself

It's growing cold by the second....

What do you do when the one shoulder you could have leaned on goes cold

The one fireplace that was supposed to keep the house warm and welcome refuses to glow

You come running to break into a pair of arms but you see them crossed, closed

You sob and pray, and bow waiting for a caress on your head but hear no approaching footsteps

You see a dream together and wait all the years to celebrate its fulfillment but you don't see it reflected in the other pair of eyes

You tap and pull the shoulders;
You burn your fingers trying to light the fireplace;
You beat his chest with your fists to open the pair of arms;
You get up from your prayer, wipe your tears walk all the way to the other door;
You try to remind the other heart about the dreams you saw together

But the coldness prevails

You shrug your shoulders
Fold your fingers into a lotus;
Treasure your dreams in that lotus;
Wrap it in warmth of the fire burning in your heart;
Submerge it in your tears;
Keep the lotus close to your heart;
Close your eyes with a wet warmth under the eye lids;
Go into a slumber half awake, scared to see any more dreams

Love does not hurt or...?

Every erratic behaviour is not a display of love just because it is by someone who is supposed to love you.

It is true that we get hurt most by the people we love the most. But it doesn't imply that they should get proactive and take the responsibility of hurting us thoroughly.

If anyone claims that the person hurts you because the person loves you, then let them fool themselves alone.

Remember there is a difference between getting hurt owing to your own heart and being hurt by someone's acts intended to hurt you.

Love does not injure it heals.
It does not hurt it soothes.
It does not punish..it accompanies u in every hardship.

Else it is not love