All I need is -
A little hope to hold on, a little courage to move on
A little quest to unfold the mystery, a little adventure to imprint the journey
A little mischief for the memorable smiles, a little tear drop for all the remembrance
All I ask for is a life little less ordinary, little less mundane
Ordinary things don’t hold me on; Ordinary routines don’t interest me,
So here I hold on to my life which is a little less lame…
Because they say dreamers can’t be tamed!
Round and round the spinning curl,
Round is the clock and round is the world.
Rotten is the apple, forgotten is the tale,
Behold the dream, it’s a fading trail.
How long until the sun break!
How long will the heart ache!
Come rain, come shine...
I have secrets that are just mine.
Woven are my tales, Hurtful are my falls,
Memories of the suede give me the call.
I know its oscillating, to and fro…
I am searching corners across my brow.
It’s a doorway, it’s a flight…
Around the city such is the plight.
The queen is gone and stolen are the hopes…
I traded my soul for this scope!
Drowning with information, starving for wisdom
Self righteous rule or the rule of self
One man’s ship, one man’s law,
Justice is always blindfolded….
With eyes closed, conscious flows…
Turning the chaos into rhythm
Lost is the thought, lost is the cause
When blind men decide to envisage
Let black be black and white be white
For fiction cannot replace facts…
Splash the colours, drown yourself
Create a tangled maze… to untangle victory
Heavy is the head that wears the crown
Guilty is the heart that talent prides
Support dogma, replace genius with reasons
Experience to reign is not the same as ‘Right to rule’!
If you go chasing rabbits
And you know you're going to fall,
Tell 'em a hookah smoking caterpillar
Has given you a call!
Such is the story that unfolds the mystery -go ask every heart that follows and hooks up to its dreams. A vision, a change, aspirations and inspirations-it’s that painful journey into the unknown; yet so euphoric that ecstasy cannot compete with it. Begin this journey to chase your dreams, grab them and enslave them forever. This is a wish, an ambition so pure and undiluted that you sacrifice your comfort to achieve it.
Slit my veins and give me wings to fly to this unknown. Let me be remembered as the one who pursued and captured....Not as the one who restrained and lived on one more day....
The risky climb
In the middle of a storm, a pilgrim reaches an inn and the owner asks where he is going.
“I’m going to the mountains,” he answers.
“Forget it,” says the innkeeper, “it’s a risky climb, and the weather is awful.”
“But I’m going up,” answers the pilgrim, “if my heart gets there first, it will be easy to follow it with my body.”
What’s the price?
“Is the price of living a dream much higher than the price of living without daring to dream?” asked the disciple.
The master took him to a clothes store. There, he asked him to try on a suit in exactly his size. The disciple obeyed, and was very amazed at the quality of the clothes.
Then the master asked him to try on the same suit – but this time a size much bigger than his own. The disciple did as he was asked.
“This one is no use. It’s too big.”
“How much are these suits?” the master asked the shop attendant.
“They both cost the same price. It’s just the size that is different.”
When leaving the store, the master told his disciple, “Living your dream or giving it up also costs the same price, which is usually very high. But the first lets us share the miracle of life, and the second is of no use to us.”
The risky climb
In the middle of a storm, a pilgrim reaches an inn and the owner asks where he is going.
“I’m going to the mountains,” he answers.
“Forget it,” says the innkeeper, “it’s a risky climb, and the weather is awful.”
“But I’m going up,” answers the pilgrim, “if my heart gets there first, it will be easy to follow it with my body.”
What’s the price?
“Is the price of living a dream much higher than the price of living without daring to dream?” asked the disciple.
The master took him to a clothes store. There, he asked him to try on a suit in exactly his size. The disciple obeyed, and was very amazed at the quality of the clothes.
Then the master asked him to try on the same suit – but this time a size much bigger than his own. The disciple did as he was asked.
“This one is no use. It’s too big.”
“How much are these suits?” the master asked the shop attendant.
“They both cost the same price. It’s just the size that is different.”
When leaving the store, the master told his disciple, “Living your dream or giving it up also costs the same price, which is usually very high. But the first lets us share the miracle of life, and the second is of no use to us.”
